#sailors-log

[stanleyalone]

Meremoth turned the dials on his newfound communicator, waiting for a dimension that caught his eye to show up. "How about..." His voice sounded distant and full of static, but also distinctly young. Teen age, likely. "This one?" The boy's voice cleared up a few seconds later. "Uh... hello? Who am I speaking to?"

- @the-bitterness-of-death

"...Hello? This is Lee. You sound a bit young to be using a radio on your own, kid, you lost at sea or something?"

[stanleyalone]

[Heavy static comes in only interrupted by an all too familiar voice]

Can- ear me?

[A loud mechanic screech is heard on the other end. The static gets fainter]

Greetings! This is Stanford Pines! Respond if you can hear this message!

@mothfanatic

"................."

A part of him doesn't want to respond. It could be someone fucking with him. It could be ford fucking with him. It......

"....Ford? Is that...you?"

He was weak.

(OOC: experimenting with adding more to asks than dialouge. I enjoy writing. We will see!)

[stanleyalone]

“Hello, Stanley.”

his voice is cold, not at all the kind of voice you’d expect from someone who was speaking to their brother after years of being apart, especially when they had once been best friends.

@memory-erased-ford-au

Again? He didn't know if this was his poindexter at this point. It was getting harder to tell the more they spoke. Stupid...magic radio, or whatever. But still...

"...Sixer? That you? Are you okay..?"

(OOC: teehee.)

[stanleyalone]

Hello? This journal is said to be able to reply and/or talk to me. I am testing this hypothesis, please respond or give any sign of life.

@institute-of-oddology-founder

"...."

"Talking journal? Never thought id say that's NOT the weirdest thing I've heard of. Yeah, yeah, im here. Alive. I think."

[stanleyalone]

Hello..hi....is someone there

Ahemm... so I just got a radio and this is the first signal it caught so hiiii

What is your full name ?( not to be creepy but you've been on this boat for like eons so you need human interaction)

If a old man tries to kidnap you do not resist. @institute-of-oddology-founder

And i cannot lie anymore stan you need to talk to your brother. Trust me he misses you. He really does. And he is ready to end the universe for you. Literally 💀 atleast a version of him is.

(Ooc: how does this universes stans turn out and would you allow a fic to be inspired by this....I love the concept)

"Well, welcome to the world of lonley people on radios! Heh. Kidding.

Full name? I'd, uh. id. I'd rather not say. All you gotta know is i go by Lee.

...I think if an old man tried to kidnap me, I would, in fact, resist. Shit, if anyone of any age tried to kidnap me id resist. Isint that, like, basic knowledge ?

I, uh....Dunno how you know my brother, but i think you got it backwards, kid. Im pretty sure hes got bigger fish to fry, plus, we aren't exactly on good terms... if he wanted to talk, he woulda found me. That's all there is too it"

(OOC: hehehehehhehe. it turns out. a way:) i do have a plan.of which shan't be disclosed yet for the lala of it

I WOULD BE totally ok for a fic inspired by this!!!!! Litteraly so honored. Message to everyone you do not need to ask to make fics inspired by this just tag me or soemthing when you post wm I loveeeeee giving people ideas. my whimsy. my jouy)

[stanleyalone]

A high-pitched voice crackles over the radio, oddly familiar but unique in its own way.

Boredly testing an attempt to communicate between dimensions, if you do not live in or do not recognize 46'\--I repeat, dimension forty-six, apostrophe, backslash, please leave a message at the suspiciously human-sounding beep. If not, speak anyway, I have absolutely nothing to do at the moment. Beep.

(@sixtysomethingtenyearold)

"Uh huh....more dimension stuff? Well, im here. Not much to do myself these days. You sound pretty young for someone testing communication across literal dimensions or whatnot, but hey, what do I know. Hell, its impressive. Er- what was i saying? Anyways, yeah. Im here."

[stanleyalone]

- Brought to you by Theraprism FM! *xylophone tune* - *static* - WELL, WELL, WELL, WELL! IF IT ISN'T PTSD BARNUM! HAHA! JUST KIDDING! NAME'S BILL CIPHER! YOU DON'T KNOW ME YET, BUT I KNOW LOTS OF THINGS ABOUT YOU. LOTS OF THINGS. LIKE WHAT HAPPENED IN TIJUANA! ACTUALLY, I COULD'VE LIVED WITHOUT KNOWING THAT, HAHA! ANYWAYS! HOW'S MY OLD PAL SIXER IN THIS DIMENSION? DID YOU LIKE GIVING THE BRAINIAC A VISIT? HE DIDN'T WRITE A LOT ABOUT ME IN THAT LITTLE DIARY HE GAVE YOU, DID HE? A SHAME, REALLY! WOULD'VE LOVED TO GET KNOW THIS VERSION OF YOU A LITTLE! NAH! JUST KIDDING! I HATE YOU, YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING CHEAP EXCUSE OF A BETTER GENETIC DUPLICATE!

"Bill cipher...? Coulda sworn I hearda that name a few times. Isint that who that one guy was talking about...?

Great, I got two weird stalkers now? Keep your nose outta my buisness, weirdo. Go find someone else to collect information on.

Also, we do NOT talk about what happened in Tijuana--!!!

...dont call him that. That's my name for him, ya creep. I... seeing him was fine. He needed my help, and im glad I went to see him...n all...he didnt look great, but- he's doing good now, without me. That's all that matters. And no, I haven't heard of a looser named "Bill biefer" in here. Whatever relations you had to my brother, you must've not been very important. I mean, I guess this thing was written a while ago.... but still!!!!!

....What the fuck did I ever do to you? Yeesh... Good riddance."

[stanleyalone]

YOU SHOULD. SELL THE BOOK. OR SOMETHIN.G.

"No sir, like I said, they'll be takin this journal offa my corpse! This thing is priceless!"