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Who: The Pines Family, Soos Ramirez, and YOU

Where: Cherrygrove City

When: August 31

Summary: Dipper and Mabel reunite with their Grunkle Ford as they celebrate their technical 14th birthday

Rating: Probably PG at the worst?

Log:

[Birthdays are important to some people. Especially when you've shared every single birthday with one other person for as long as you both can remember. That's why Soos has spent approximately all his remaining Pokédollars on a slightly-temporally-questionable party for Dipper and Mabel.]

[Set up on the beaches of Cherrygrove are a few cheap tables of food - sheet pizza and chips and trays of that salad nobody really likes, and Pecha Pit Cola, and later in the day, of course, a cake. More notable is the rented PokéPetting Zoo, featuring a large pen of rideable Skiddo, with smaller pens of Buneary, Tepig, Swinub, a few Seel, one Snorlax pulling double duty as a trampoline bean-bag chair, and, perhaps regrettably, a small swarm of Drifloon.]

[There haven't been invitations or anything, but the beach is hardly a private area, and the more the merrier, right?]

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[No]

Yes! That way they can't get away.

[Never a dull moment]

Aren't those their arms?

[Dipper. Are you tying their arms together.]

Yes.

[What's your point? If you think that's weird, you've never seen gnomes assemble into something like a battle mech.]

And it doesn't seem wrong to just. Tie their arms together like that?

It's not like we have tape or tiny handcuffs. What else are we supposed to do?

Cut up the net. Use the ropes.

[You know, if they had knives.]

[That does sound like a much better idea.] I don't have a Pokemon with a move that can cut through them. Just teeth.

I don't either, but...

[This is when he makes a face, and holds up his metal hand.] This usually does the trick.

Be ready though. In case it catches fire.

[Dipper backs away just in case something dangerous happens.]

R-Right.

[Holding the net in human fingers, and keeping metal ones held together flat, like a sheet of steel, he looks down at it, clearly... waiting for something. Avoiding looking at Dipper for the time being.]

[And...]

[And nothing happens. There's no flood of purple light, no change in feeling, there's only a hand. It doesn't even feel warm.]

[Inside, there is a sinking and twisting and hopeful feeling all at once. The look of readiness turns into shock. He's just standing there, staring at it.]

... nothing... happened...?

[Sorry, Dipper, give him a second, he'll explain later.]

[He was hoping for something exiting.

Sorely disappointed.

Okay, take your time, Shiro. Dipper is as confused as you are.]

I don't -- I don't understand.

[He's mostly talking to himself at this point, but his Aron is looking back and forth between the humans. Apparently concerned.]

Nothing's happening.

[You might have to get his attention, Dipper. He's sort of wigging out.]

Uhm... You okay there, Shiro?

[Are you having some kind of crisis?]

... It's not... working.

It should be lighting up. But it's not.

[Yes, yes he is.]

What's not lighting up?

[Your... arm?]

[Okay. Deep breaths. You can answer this without wigging out.]

This hand.

It's... been able to do that since I woke up with it. It's cut through starships. I... don't understand why it isn't working.

[Oh-kay.]

Because this place can make monsters into humans so it took your metal arm power away?

[Well now he just looks like he's seen a ghost.]

Say that again? Make monsters into humans?

Papyrus was a skeleton before coming here.

[Or so he claims.]