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@fidds-old-man-mcgucket
Why, hello there!
I’m Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, y’all can just call me Fiddleford or Fidds though, I’ve been work’n and making all sorts of inventions, less death robots though, so don’t you worry.
Apologizes if my memory isn’t the best, I’m er, recovering from a few past incidents, I’ll try my best to keep everythin’ in check.
(OOC)
Sooooo, I might’ve seen a certain cool Stanley blog (@grunkle-stanley-pines) mention fiddlestan, and seeing that the slot was open…
Mod, Speaking!
Hello! Greetings! I’ve been away for some time, haven’t I? It’s been….hrm…allow me to explain.
I am afraid that like many others, my Gravity Falls fixation did gradually dwindle, and my constant attempts at trying to keep myself invested eventually led to a bad burnout as well as a mental health tumble.
But after a long hiatus, I do believe that I am ready to return and get these gears turning again.
However,
This won’t be immediate, so do not expect me to start again tomorrow, but do expect some activity within the next month or so.
The ask box will open again soon❣️ Thank you all truly for the continued support despite my sudden absence. I mean it from the bottom of my heart when I say I don’t know where I would be if it weren’t for this very blog.
—🫀
*as you wait at the entrance to the junkyard you see a figure running on all fours, it runs past you into the junkyard and in the split second you see it you recognize it as Fiddleford. He hides underneath a pile of trash with a faded but still visible “mcsuckit” spray painted on the old sheets of metal that made up a poor excuse of a roof.*
—@fidds-old-man-mcgucket
*Pacifica jumps, startled by the sudden blur of movement running past her. Catching a glimpse of Fiddleford, the girl froze shocked to see him like this before immediately growing concerned. Thinking for a moment, the blonde slowly and cautiously makes her way towards the pile of trash and metal plate, in an effort to not startle him*
Fidds.....?
*a noise comes from inside the makeshift shelter, before Fiddleford Old Man McGucket peaks his head around the hole of a door, looking at Pacifica with fear in his eyes and looking like he’d been crying, his glasses were gone and he looked confused and terrified*
*Seeing the fear and red eyes from crying made Pacifica freeze, her heart twisting at the sight. Still looking at him she slowly lowers herself down to the ground and sits, feeling like she's going to be here for a bit*
It's okay Fidds. You're okay, I'm not gonna let anything get close. You're safe now.
*Fiddleford Old Man McGucket stares behind Pacifica, as if watching for any incoming danger, before quickly motioning for her to come inside*
*Surprised by the invitation, Paz gets up and with ease manages to get inside the pile with him, making sure that no one was following her for Fidds' peace of mind*
Lovely place you have here Fidds. I can see why you'd want to stay here. It feels......safe.
*Fiddleford Old Man McGucket closes off the entrance with a worn down tarp, keeping outsiders from peaking in, then he walks around, seemingly looking for something*
*Paz watches him, confused and concerned as to what's going on*
There was ‘supposed ta be somethin’ for ya…
*Fiddleford continue to search around, squinting. His makeshift goggles, which he doesn’t use anymore, are laid across an arm of a rocking chair, dusty and ignored*
*Tilting her head in curious confusion Paz gives him a small look*
Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help!
*She notices him squinting and makes her way to the rocking chair, gently picking up the goggles and making sure not to startle him holds them out*
I think these might help you a bit Fidds.
*he takes the goggles and puts them on carefully, blinking and looking around like he’s not sure why he’s here before turning to look at Paz again*
I- thank ya…
I reckon yer one o’ the nicer youngins, ain’t ya..?
Ahaha no problem. Ah well....
*She hesitates a beat*
Yeah, I'm one of the nicer ones. Umm......do...do you know who I am?
Yer.. ya look familiar, what’s yer name again..?
Oh, I'm Pacifica. Pacifica Northwest, but you can call me Paz.
Paz.. that there’s a nice name you’ve got,
*he looks around again*
Hate to ask this but er, do ya know what’re we doin’ here..?
Oh uh thank you.
*She pauses for a beat thinking about what to say*
Ah well, I was supposed to meet up with you today....we were gonna go looking for scraps.
You were… gonna meet up with me?
To go lookin’ for scrap? Here?
*He stared at Paz like she was pulling his leg*
*The blonde grows flustered*
Yeah, we were gonna find parts for a new project that you wanted to do. Last time we'd went scrap searching, I'd found a typewriter, and you'd found some cool stuff. It was really fun last time, and you said I could join you again in your junkyard hunt!
*he blinks and stares at the middle distance for a moment, thinking, before exclaiming out again*
That’s right! I- I remember what I had fer ya! It was over at the-
*he runs over to the tarp covering the entrance before stopping dead in his tracks*
*Pacifica jumps at the exclamation before noticing him stopping in his tracks*
Fidds.....? Hey are...are you okay?
*She hesitantly reaches out and gently places her hand on his arm to try and comfort him, sensing something is off*
Fidds, what's going on? I'm getting worried about you....
Everythin’s fine!- It’s just er.. it’s back at the shack…
*He has an anxious look in his eye, similar to earlier*
We- we can go an’ get it later,
*he doesn’t move from where he is*
Hey take this from our discord server. It is incredibly chaotic
Cough. @ramdotnet Cough.
*as you wait at the entrance to the junkyard you see a figure running on all fours, it runs past you into the junkyard and in the split second you see it you recognize it as Fiddleford. He hides underneath a pile of trash with a faded but still visible “mcsuckit” spray painted on the old sheets of metal that made up a poor excuse of a roof.*
—@fidds-old-man-mcgucket
*Pacifica jumps, startled by the sudden blur of movement running past her. Catching a glimpse of Fiddleford, the girl froze shocked to see him like this before immediately growing concerned. Thinking for a moment, the blonde slowly and cautiously makes her way towards the pile of trash and metal plate, in an effort to not startle him*
Fidds.....?
*a noise comes from inside the makeshift shelter, before Fiddleford Old Man McGucket peaks his head around the hole of a door, looking at Pacifica with fear in his eyes and looking like he’d been crying, his glasses were gone and he looked confused and terrified*
*Seeing the fear and red eyes from crying made Pacifica freeze, her heart twisting at the sight. Still looking at him she slowly lowers herself down to the ground and sits, feeling like she's going to be here for a bit*
It's okay Fidds. You're okay, I'm not gonna let anything get close. You're safe now.
*Fiddleford Old Man McGucket stares behind Pacifica, as if watching for any incoming danger, before quickly motioning for her to come inside*
*Surprised by the invitation, Paz gets up and with ease manages to get inside the pile with him, making sure that no one was following her for Fidds' peace of mind*
Lovely place you have here Fidds. I can see why you'd want to stay here. It feels......safe.
*Fiddleford Old Man McGucket closes off the entrance with a worn down tarp, keeping outsiders from peaking in, then he walks around, seemingly looking for something*
*Paz watches him, confused and concerned as to what's going on*
There was ‘supposed ta be somethin’ for ya…
*Fiddleford continue to search around, squinting. His makeshift goggles, which he doesn’t use anymore, are laid across an arm of a rocking chair, dusty and ignored*
*Tilting her head in curious confusion Paz gives him a small look*
Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help!
*She notices him squinting and makes her way to the rocking chair, gently picking up the goggles and making sure not to startle him holds them out*
I think these might help you a bit Fidds.
*he takes the goggles and puts them on carefully, blinking and looking around like he’s not sure why he’s here before turning to look at Paz again*
I- thank ya…
I reckon yer one o’ the nicer youngins, ain’t ya..?
Ahaha no problem. Ah well....
*She hesitates a beat*
Yeah, I'm one of the nicer ones. Umm......do...do you know who I am?
Yer.. ya look familiar, what’s yer name again..?
Oh, I'm Pacifica. Pacifica Northwest, but you can call me Paz.
Paz.. that there’s a nice name you’ve got,
*he looks around again*
Hate to ask this but er, do ya know what’re we doin’ here..?
Oh uh thank you.
*She pauses for a beat thinking about what to say*
Ah well, I was supposed to meet up with you today....we were gonna go looking for scraps.
You were… gonna meet up with me?
To go lookin’ for scrap? Here?
*He stared at Paz like she was pulling his leg*
*The blonde grows flustered*
Yeah, we were gonna find parts for a new project that you wanted to do. Last time we'd went scrap searching, I'd found a typewriter, and you'd found some cool stuff. It was really fun last time, and you said I could join you again in your junkyard hunt!
*he blinks and stares at the middle distance for a moment, thinking, before exclaiming out again*
That’s right! I- I remember what I had fer ya! It was over at the-
*he runs over to the tarp covering the entrance before stopping dead in his tracks*
*as you wait at the entrance to the junkyard you see a figure running on all fours, it runs past you into the junkyard and in the split second you see it you recognize it as Fiddleford. He hides underneath a pile of trash with a faded but still visible “mcsuckit” spray painted on the old sheets of metal that made up a poor excuse of a roof.*
—@fidds-old-man-mcgucket
*Pacifica jumps, startled by the sudden blur of movement running past her. Catching a glimpse of Fiddleford, the girl froze shocked to see him like this before immediately growing concerned. Thinking for a moment, the blonde slowly and cautiously makes her way towards the pile of trash and metal plate, in an effort to not startle him*
Fidds.....?
*a noise comes from inside the makeshift shelter, before Fiddleford Old Man McGucket peaks his head around the hole of a door, looking at Pacifica with fear in his eyes and looking like he’d been crying, his glasses were gone and he looked confused and terrified*
*Seeing the fear and red eyes from crying made Pacifica freeze, her heart twisting at the sight. Still looking at him she slowly lowers herself down to the ground and sits, feeling like she's going to be here for a bit*
It's okay Fidds. You're okay, I'm not gonna let anything get close. You're safe now.
*Fiddleford Old Man McGucket stares behind Pacifica, as if watching for any incoming danger, before quickly motioning for her to come inside*
*Surprised by the invitation, Paz gets up and with ease manages to get inside the pile with him, making sure that no one was following her for Fidds' peace of mind*
Lovely place you have here Fidds. I can see why you'd want to stay here. It feels......safe.
*Fiddleford Old Man McGucket closes off the entrance with a worn down tarp, keeping outsiders from peaking in, then he walks around, seemingly looking for something*
*Paz watches him, confused and concerned as to what's going on*
There was ‘supposed ta be somethin’ for ya…
*Fiddleford continue to search around, squinting. His makeshift goggles, which he doesn’t use anymore, are laid across an arm of a rocking chair, dusty and ignored*
*Tilting her head in curious confusion Paz gives him a small look*
Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help!
*She notices him squinting and makes her way to the rocking chair, gently picking up the goggles and making sure not to startle him holds them out*
I think these might help you a bit Fidds.
*he takes the goggles and puts them on carefully, blinking and looking around like he’s not sure why he’s here before turning to look at Paz again*
I- thank ya…
I reckon yer one o’ the nicer youngins, ain’t ya..?
Ahaha no problem. Ah well....
*She hesitates a beat*
Yeah, I'm one of the nicer ones. Umm......do...do you know who I am?
Yer.. ya look familiar, what’s yer name again..?
Oh, I'm Pacifica. Pacifica Northwest, but you can call me Paz.
Paz.. that there’s a nice name you’ve got,
*he looks around again*
Hate to ask this but er, do ya know what’re we doin’ here..?
Oh uh thank you.
*She pauses for a beat thinking about what to say*
Ah well, I was supposed to meet up with you today....we were gonna go looking for scraps.
You were… gonna meet up with me?
To go lookin’ for scrap? Here?
*He stared at Paz like she was pulling his leg*
*as you wait at the entrance to the junkyard you see a figure running on all fours, it runs past you into the junkyard and in the split second you see it you recognize it as Fiddleford. He hides underneath a pile of trash with a faded but still visible “mcsuckit” spray painted on the old sheets of metal that made up a poor excuse of a roof.*
—@fidds-old-man-mcgucket
*Pacifica jumps, startled by the sudden blur of movement running past her. Catching a glimpse of Fiddleford, the girl froze shocked to see him like this before immediately growing concerned. Thinking for a moment, the blonde slowly and cautiously makes her way towards the pile of trash and metal plate, in an effort to not startle him*
Fidds.....?
*a noise comes from inside the makeshift shelter, before Fiddleford Old Man McGucket peaks his head around the hole of a door, looking at Pacifica with fear in his eyes and looking like he’d been crying, his glasses were gone and he looked confused and terrified*
*Seeing the fear and red eyes from crying made Pacifica freeze, her heart twisting at the sight. Still looking at him she slowly lowers herself down to the ground and sits, feeling like she's going to be here for a bit*
It's okay Fidds. You're okay, I'm not gonna let anything get close. You're safe now.
*Fiddleford Old Man McGucket stares behind Pacifica, as if watching for any incoming danger, before quickly motioning for her to come inside*
*Surprised by the invitation, Paz gets up and with ease manages to get inside the pile with him, making sure that no one was following her for Fidds' peace of mind*
Lovely place you have here Fidds. I can see why you'd want to stay here. It feels......safe.
*Fiddleford Old Man McGucket closes off the entrance with a worn down tarp, keeping outsiders from peaking in, then he walks around, seemingly looking for something*
*Paz watches him, confused and concerned as to what's going on*
There was ‘supposed ta be somethin’ for ya…
*Fiddleford continue to search around, squinting. His makeshift goggles, which he doesn’t use anymore, are laid across an arm of a rocking chair, dusty and ignored*
*Tilting her head in curious confusion Paz gives him a small look*
Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help!
*She notices him squinting and makes her way to the rocking chair, gently picking up the goggles and making sure not to startle him holds them out*
I think these might help you a bit Fidds.
*he takes the goggles and puts them on carefully, blinking and looking around like he’s not sure why he’s here before turning to look at Paz again*
I- thank ya…
I reckon yer one o’ the nicer youngins, ain’t ya..?
Ahaha no problem. Ah well....
*She hesitates a beat*
Yeah, I'm one of the nicer ones. Umm......do...do you know who I am?
Yer.. ya look familiar, what’s yer name again..?
Oh, I'm Pacifica. Pacifica Northwest, but you can call me Paz.
Paz.. that there’s a nice name you’ve got,
*he looks around again*
Hate to ask this but er, do ya know what’re we doin’ here..?
Reblog if you’re grateful for all your RP partners and you’re just happy to be here!
Alright folks, I think it’s gettin’ pretty late, y’all should start headin’ home
So if you haven’t noticed, the Christmas roleplay hasn’t exactly wrapped up…
None of us expected it to go this long, but we’re having a blast (except Calypso. She’s being choked)! So we’ll be extending until further notice! Still all non-canon fun times, but the roleplay will end and we’ll continue on our regularly scheduled plot lines and arcs once we wrap up this story! Maybe tomorrow, maybe Saturday, who knows! Happy holidays from all of us, and we got some exciting stuff coming up!
[Bill peers around the kitchen doorway at Ford & Calypso and watches them momentarily.]
@bill-ciphers-nightmare-blog
*He groans and wraps his other arm around Calypso, looking very clearly annoyed.*
Wwhere’s—Yyour leash at, CCipherr?
@stanfordssiren
And why must you insist on bothering us?
*Calypso says this while growling, baring her teeth as she clung to Ford*
[He ignores them and steps into the doorway.]
WOW, YOU ARE PLASTERED!
Ugh—
Ddon’t you hhave—someone eelses night—to rruin?
[He leans against the frame.]
OH PLEASE, AND MISS OUT ON THIS?
Jjust leave us allonee—Yyou’re beingg a pest.
I SURE HOPE SO!! [He swings upright and takes a step in.] I'D LIKE TO RETURN THE FAVOR, AFTER ALL!
You have caused enough trouble for one lifetime! After all you have done, after everything Stanford was put through— you have no right to be here! I suggest you leave before I call over that friend of yours who had you on a leash!
OH NO, A LIFETIME. MY RIGHTS OF BEING HERE. HAHA, GOOD LUCK; "THAT FRIEND OF MINE" IS DEEPLY PREOCCUPIED. SO I SUGGEST YOU CHEER UP AND SHUT UP. FOR A SIREN, YOUR VOICE IS ACTUALLY PRETTY IRRITATING!
Ddon’t talkk to—her likee that!
*He slurs, progressively sounding more irritated as he stumbles back towards the counter, still holding onto Calypso. The hand wrapped around her rests on the counter now. It’s searching for something.*
Ccan’t—Can’t believe FFiddleford justt—Let you sstay—Hhe just—
*He shouts and throws the empty wine bottle Calypso had taken from him earlier at Bill*
Get. Out!
[Ever went bowling? The bottle sails over and smacks into his top angle. Bill is knocked over like an offending pin.]
WHAT THE– OW!! GEEZ LOUIS, FORD!
[He springs up, laughing. It's a mixture of mild shock, firework-like anger, and giddiness. His eye is wide as he dusts himself off.]
OH, FIDDLESTICKS DID MORE THAN LET ME STAY. HE DOESN'T CARE!! NO ONE DOES, SO EITHER QUIT OVERREACTING–
[He laughs and picks up the bottle and turns it over, examining it. He stares back up at Ford.]
–OR DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT YOURSELF! STANLEY STYLE, EH? YOU JUST KEEP DEGRADING MORE AND MORE, I SWEAR!
[He takes another step in.]
GGod, yyou’re—Sssuch—a cchild.
*He rolls his eyes and his jaw clenches. Even drunk, this guy still manages to annoy the life out of him.*
II don’t have—Tthe en-energy to deal wwith you..Ccipher.
*Calypso uses her tail fin to smack Bill away, still growling.*
And what if I do something about it? Unlike Stanford, I would be very happy to maul you.
[He nearly sidesteps it but instead gets sent backwards, falling on his little legs unsteadily.]
WOW, LETTING THE SIREN ON ME, REAL RESPONSIBLE!
*He can’t cover his laugh.*
II—Ddidn’t ttell her tto—To ddo that!
*He smiles and wraps his arm back around Cal.*
He does not need to. *She kisses his face while still scowling at Bill* I will protect Stanford from any harm you attempt to bring.
WH- I- OH, COME ON, WHAT ARE YOU, A KNIGHT?! A GUARD DOG?! STANFORD, CALL HER OFF NOW.
Sshe’ss—Not a gguard ddog.
*With a cheesy grin, he gives Calypso a kiss on her cheek.*
Ssshe’s mmy—Date. Aaand she’s abssolutely—Llovely.
NO SHE'S NOT!! [He gestures wildly.] SHE'S A SOPPY FAILURE!!
[He nears them, eying Calypso's tail.]
It seems like the only failure is you, Cipher!
*She growls before swinging her tail once more, trying to slap him*
YOU– [That does it. Furious and alarm red, yellow teeth & arms burst from his form as he leaps over her swinging tail and starts rapidly climbing up the two like some oversized spider.]
What are you—?! Stop that!! *She flails her tail around to try and shake him off* Stanford, get him off of me!
[He digs little claws in as he continues to scurry up and tries to duck behind her arms as he reaches her upper torso.]
*Fiddleford runs into the kitchen after hearing the commotion*
WHAT IN THE SAM HILL IS GOIN’ ON- BILL.
[Bill latches onto Calypso's neck with his many arms and starts trying to choke her human lungs.]
ACK—!! *She gasped as her airway was blocked, her claws scratching at Bill’s hands to try to pull them off of her. Her eyes darted from Fiddleford to Ford, pleading for help*
*Fiddleford jumped into response and tried to pry Bills hands away from Calypso’s throat*
BILL LET GO O’ HER!-
SURE I WILL!! WHEN THE STUPID FISH DROPS!!!
*He frantically grabs at Bills arms and attempts to help Fiddleford pull him off of Calypso*
BILL—! GGET OFF!!
LET ME GO, FORD!! IT'S FUTILE!! I'M– [Another arm bursts out and tries to wriggle around her neck and join the others.] GETTING RID OF HER ONCE AND FOR ALL!!
*Calypso chokes, black spots dancing on the edge of her vision. Breathing is hard enough outside of water. She’s on the verge of passing out.*
BILL LET HER GO NOW.
*Fiddleford continues to pull Bill away from Calypso*
[Bill peers around the kitchen doorway at Ford & Calypso and watches them momentarily.]
@bill-ciphers-nightmare-blog
*He groans and wraps his other arm around Calypso, looking very clearly annoyed.*
Wwhere’s—Yyour leash at, CCipherr?
@stanfordssiren
And why must you insist on bothering us?
*Calypso says this while growling, baring her teeth as she clung to Ford*
[He ignores them and steps into the doorway.]
WOW, YOU ARE PLASTERED!
Ugh—
Ddon’t you hhave—someone eelses night—to rruin?
[He leans against the frame.]
OH PLEASE, AND MISS OUT ON THIS?
Jjust leave us allonee—Yyou’re beingg a pest.
I SURE HOPE SO!! [He swings upright and takes a step in.] I'D LIKE TO RETURN THE FAVOR, AFTER ALL!
You have caused enough trouble for one lifetime! After all you have done, after everything Stanford was put through— you have no right to be here! I suggest you leave before I call over that friend of yours who had you on a leash!
OH NO, A LIFETIME. MY RIGHTS OF BEING HERE. HAHA, GOOD LUCK; "THAT FRIEND OF MINE" IS DEEPLY PREOCCUPIED. SO I SUGGEST YOU CHEER UP AND SHUT UP. FOR A SIREN, YOUR VOICE IS ACTUALLY PRETTY IRRITATING!
Ddon’t talkk to—her likee that!
*He slurs, progressively sounding more irritated as he stumbles back towards the counter, still holding onto Calypso. The hand wrapped around her rests on the counter now. It’s searching for something.*
Ccan’t—Can’t believe FFiddleford justt—Let you sstay—Hhe just—
*He shouts and throws the empty wine bottle Calypso had taken from him earlier at Bill*
Get. Out!
[Ever went bowling? The bottle sails over and smacks into his top angle. Bill is knocked over like an offending pin.]
WHAT THE– OW!! GEEZ LOUIS, FORD!
[He springs up, laughing. It's a mixture of mild shock, firework-like anger, and giddiness. His eye is wide as he dusts himself off.]
OH, FIDDLESTICKS DID MORE THAN LET ME STAY. HE DOESN'T CARE!! NO ONE DOES, SO EITHER QUIT OVERREACTING–
[He laughs and picks up the bottle and turns it over, examining it. He stares back up at Ford.]
–OR DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT YOURSELF! STANLEY STYLE, EH? YOU JUST KEEP DEGRADING MORE AND MORE, I SWEAR!
[He takes another step in.]
GGod, yyou’re—Sssuch—a cchild.
*He rolls his eyes and his jaw clenches. Even drunk, this guy still manages to annoy the life out of him.*
II don’t have—Tthe en-energy to deal wwith you..Ccipher.
*Calypso uses her tail fin to smack Bill away, still growling.*
And what if I do something about it? Unlike Stanford, I would be very happy to maul you.
[He nearly sidesteps it but instead gets sent backwards, falling on his little legs unsteadily.]
WOW, LETTING THE SIREN ON ME, REAL RESPONSIBLE!
*He can’t cover his laugh.*
II—Ddidn’t ttell her tto—To ddo that!
*He smiles and wraps his arm back around Cal.*
He does not need to. *She kisses his face while still scowling at Bill* I will protect Stanford from any harm you attempt to bring.
WH- I- OH, COME ON, WHAT ARE YOU, A KNIGHT?! A GUARD DOG?! STANFORD, CALL HER OFF NOW.
Sshe’ss—Not a gguard ddog.
*With a cheesy grin, he gives Calypso a kiss on her cheek.*
Ssshe’s mmy—Date. Aaand she’s abssolutely—Llovely.
NO SHE'S NOT!! [He gestures wildly.] SHE'S A SOPPY FAILURE!!
[He nears them, eying Calypso's tail.]
It seems like the only failure is you, Cipher!
*She growls before swinging her tail once more, trying to slap him*
YOU– [That does it. Furious and alarm red, yellow teeth & arms burst from his form as he leaps over her swinging tail and starts rapidly climbing up the two like some oversized spider.]
What are you—?! Stop that!! *She flails her tail around to try and shake him off* Stanford, get him off of me!
[He digs little claws in as he continues to scurry up and tries to duck behind her arms as he reaches her upper torso.]
*Fiddleford runs into the kitchen after hearing the commotion*
WHAT IN THE SAM HILL IS GOIN’ ON- BILL.
[Bill latches onto Calypso's neck with his many arms and starts trying to choke her human lungs.]
ACK—!! *She gasped as her airway was blocked, her claws scratching at Bill’s hands to try to pull them off of her. Her eyes darted from Fiddleford to Ford, pleading for help*
*Fiddleford jumped into response and tried to pry Bills hands away from Calypso’s throat*
BILL LET GO O’ HER!-
[Bill peers around the kitchen doorway at Ford & Calypso and watches them momentarily.]
@bill-ciphers-nightmare-blog
*He groans and wraps his other arm around Calypso, looking very clearly annoyed.*
Wwhere’s—Yyour leash at, CCipherr?
@stanfordssiren
And why must you insist on bothering us?
*Calypso says this while growling, baring her teeth as she clung to Ford*
[He ignores them and steps into the doorway.]
WOW, YOU ARE PLASTERED!
Ugh—
Ddon’t you hhave—someone eelses night—to rruin?
[He leans against the frame.]
OH PLEASE, AND MISS OUT ON THIS?
Jjust leave us allonee—Yyou’re beingg a pest.
I SURE HOPE SO!! [He swings upright and takes a step in.] I'D LIKE TO RETURN THE FAVOR, AFTER ALL!
You have caused enough trouble for one lifetime! After all you have done, after everything Stanford was put through— you have no right to be here! I suggest you leave before I call over that friend of yours who had you on a leash!
OH NO, A LIFETIME. MY RIGHTS OF BEING HERE. HAHA, GOOD LUCK; "THAT FRIEND OF MINE" IS DEEPLY PREOCCUPIED. SO I SUGGEST YOU CHEER UP AND SHUT UP. FOR A SIREN, YOUR VOICE IS ACTUALLY PRETTY IRRITATING!
Ddon’t talkk to—her likee that!
*He slurs, progressively sounding more irritated as he stumbles back towards the counter, still holding onto Calypso. The hand wrapped around her rests on the counter now. It’s searching for something.*
Ccan’t—Can’t believe FFiddleford justt—Let you sstay—Hhe just—
*He shouts and throws the empty wine bottle Calypso had taken from him earlier at Bill*
Get. Out!
[Ever went bowling? The bottle sails over and smacks into his top angle. Bill is knocked over like an offending pin.]
WHAT THE– OW!! GEEZ LOUIS, FORD!
[He springs up, laughing. It's a mixture of mild shock, firework-like anger, and giddiness. His eye is wide as he dusts himself off.]
OH, FIDDLESTICKS DID MORE THAN LET ME STAY. HE DOESN'T CARE!! NO ONE DOES, SO EITHER QUIT OVERREACTING–
[He laughs and picks up the bottle and turns it over, examining it. He stares back up at Ford.]
–OR DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT YOURSELF! STANLEY STYLE, EH? YOU JUST KEEP DEGRADING MORE AND MORE, I SWEAR!
[He takes another step in.]
GGod, yyou’re—Sssuch—a cchild.
*He rolls his eyes and his jaw clenches. Even drunk, this guy still manages to annoy the life out of him.*
II don’t have—Tthe en-energy to deal wwith you..Ccipher.
*Calypso uses her tail fin to smack Bill away, still growling.*
And what if I do something about it? Unlike Stanford, I would be very happy to maul you.
[He nearly sidesteps it but instead gets sent backwards, falling on his little legs unsteadily.]
WOW, LETTING THE SIREN ON ME, REAL RESPONSIBLE!
*He can’t cover his laugh.*
II—Ddidn’t ttell her tto—To ddo that!
*He smiles and wraps his arm back around Cal.*
He does not need to. *She kisses his face while still scowling at Bill* I will protect Stanford from any harm you attempt to bring.
WH- I- OH, COME ON, WHAT ARE YOU, A KNIGHT?! A GUARD DOG?! STANFORD, CALL HER OFF NOW.
Sshe’ss—Not a gguard ddog.
*With a cheesy grin, he gives Calypso a kiss on her cheek.*
Ssshe’s mmy—Date. Aaand she’s abssolutely—Llovely.
NO SHE'S NOT!! [He gestures wildly.] SHE'S A SOPPY FAILURE!!
[He nears them, eying Calypso's tail.]
It seems like the only failure is you, Cipher!
*She growls before swinging her tail once more, trying to slap him*
YOU– [That does it. Furious and alarm red, yellow teeth & arms burst from his form as he leaps over her swinging tail and starts rapidly climbing up the two like some oversized spider.]
What are you—?! Stop that!! *She flails her tail around to try and shake him off* Stanford, get him off of me!
[He digs little claws in as he continues to scurry up and tries to duck behind her arms as he reaches her upper torso.]
*Fiddleford runs into the kitchen after hearing the commotion*
WHAT IN THE SAM HILL IS GOIN’ ON- BILL.
*A present is given to you* Uh, merry Christmas Fidds! Hope you like it!
@pacificanorthwestisthebest
Oh ya didn’t have to get me nothin’! I do have somethin’ for ya though,
*he pulls out a box and hands it to Paz, taking the present as he gives it to her*
Hey uh. Ford is drunk. Reaaaally drunk
Oh Lord above, he never could handle his liquor well… I’ll go an’ find him,
Hey there Stanferd, I’m terribly sorry about the Bill mess, I didn’t know he’d be coming, do ya want somethin’ to drink?
—@fidds-old-man-mcgucket
So, why not—Kick. Him. Out.?
I’ll go talk to Francis, try and enjoy yerself, there’s er, the alcohols in the kitchen if ya want some, I trust you’ll drink responsibly,
Are you and Stan kissing in the closet
…there ain’t no closets on the first floor..
