#collectorcopernicus

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@collector-copernicus

5:23AM, 20 June, 2021. Call from contact: Gyro Gearloose.

“Oh, um. H-hey, Copernicus, it’s Gyro. Sorry to call so early... I, uh... I guess you must be sleeping... So anyway, uh... I have a bit of a problem that could use your expertise, if you’re available, say... um, well, as soon as possible, I guess? Give me a call when you get this. Okay. Um... bye.”

8:06AM, 20 June, 2021. Call from contact: Gyro Gearloose.

“Copernicus! Hi! Um... it’s Gyro again. I hate to be a bother, but, uh... listen, the thing is, I’ve been turned into a Gremlin, I think an anon did it, and everything’s... kind of a lot? I’ve been dragging a step stool around the workshop because I don’t know how to fly, and I’m seeing colors I don’t have words for, and also not having a beak is really weird and it’s throwing me off. So if you could maybe just... pop in for a visit? You’re kind of my only point of reference for, well, any of this, soooo... Just, um. Whenever you’re available. Bye.”

10:18Am, 20 June, 2021. Call from contact: Gyro Gearloose.

“Hey, me again. Really hoping you just have your phone on silent. I’ve got a few questio-- oh. Hold on, someone’s at the door. Hopefully, that’ll be you? If not, I’ll just... call back, I guess.”

2:37PM, 20 June, 2021. Call from contact: Gyro Gearloose.

“Gyro again. So it turns out it was Clementine at the door. She took things... well, a lot better than I expected her to. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. I’ve calmed down considerably since this morning, but I’d still like you to come by, if at all possible? I thought about going to you directly, but I’m three feet shorter than normal, and with everything seeming so much bigger, and things not being the colors I remember them, well, um... I’m actually kind of worried I’d get lost? I know, I know, it’s silly, but... hmm. Anyway, call me back. Bye.”

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Gyro’s fingers fumbled to with the touch screen of his phone, worked up as he was over this new development. The anons, it seemed, were more than eager to mess with him after so many months of low activity. Hopefully, this would be the time that his friend finally picked up.

He hardly dared to breathe as he listened to the ringing on the line.

[sewn-cutie]

The Relationship Board!

The relationship page has been updated! We now have a cork board with drawings of all the people Clemmy’s met so far. Expect it to be updated with new drawings and information as time goes by!

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((LOOK OUT HERE COMES THE COOLEST GREMLIN IN TOWN!

$@#%!

This is a gift me and Liz made for our friend over at @collectorcopernicus

I hope you like it Erikka I basically sold my soul to the devil after I was finished this.))

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Gone With the Wind

Clementine hanged onto the handle of the umbrella for dear life as the wind blew her around. While the experience of flying was somewhat frightening, the doll couldn't help but let out an excited squeal every now and then. She almost felt like a fairy. She just hoped the wind would die down soon. She needed to get back and make sure her Christmas tree was ok! Her grip tightened as another strong gust came by. She wouldn't have mind that much...if it weren't for the fact that someone was in her path. Trying to halt her advances (and failing to do so) the child could only scream a warning. "LOOK OUT!"

[themisfitmouse]

@collectorcopernicus continued from here;;

{{ 🎀 }} Though she had remembered to bring her pastel colored scarf before they left the Observatory, it didn’t quite help as much as she would have liked. At the time, it seemed like a good idea to come along with Copernicus, after all, he did offer to take her. However, it appeared like now probably wasn’t the best time to go outside after all.

The snow pelted her fur as they continued onwards, the blizzard winds making things difficult to hear him. Her terrible vision probably didn’t help either, given that it probably hindered her ability to see and tell where she was going. The only thing that aided her was a faint shadow that she spotted through the storm, and whatever voice she could make out.

Something about further... and Fort... and passes....

Putting the bits of information together, she responded, ❝A-Alright... Just l-lead the way please. I can h-hardly see anything, and it’s too windy f-for me to h-hear you very w-well...❞

[waltsluckyrabbit]

@collectorcopernicus

Continued from here

“They don’t call me ‘The Lucky Rabbit’ for nothin’!” Oswald said proudly. “Hey, wanna go build a snow fortress on the hill? We could make it like a snow observatory!”

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✋

Send me ✋to stop my muse from doing something stupid.

“But Pernie, roof snow is just- it’s so under utilized!” the inventor protested. There was a large, looping ramp that began where the roof ended and wound its way around the yard, and Gyro was poised just above it, standing on some sort of motorized snowboard and ready to push off from his observation platform.

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♛ and I’ll summarize our muses’ relationship with a gif.