COME AT ME BRO.....PEN RP POST

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what even is an RP prompt



(( idk guys just throw up a prompt or an image prompt or a meme link or a starter or whatever for the character of your choice (or idk if you know i have an account for someone and they're not in here whatever), i'm down with that. i mean i'll probably be slow but i'm completely down with that! ))

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[charlastan]

[It's not a bad idea, and Stan's happy enough to go along with it, though maybe the fact that he isn't even pretending like he doesn't want to do this is a clear sign that he isn't fully recovered. He's almost too cooperative, and he passes through the door as Soos opens it without any hesitation at all.

Well. Except about one thing.]

"The Great Mr. Mystery", huh...

[He knows by now that that's supposed to be him, but there's this disconnect there. This great guy everyone keeps going on about feels so far away from who he actually is (or seems to be, he supposes. He doesn't remember enough to really know). He doesn't dwell on it too long though, since without memories to go with it there isn't a lot to dwell about exactly. It's more...morbid curiosity, he guesses.

But eh. It'll probably be fun, since Soos seems pretty excited about it.]

Alright, lead the way. Show me what we've got around here!

[doods]

[ One step at a time. The reluctant, sarcastic, law-defying man they've all come to know and love is simply a lot of steps to take one at a time is all. That's the price you pay for long life experience. ]

I've worked here basically half my life, so I'm pretty qualified to eyeball radness values. [ Men of mystery included. Soos, of course, makes a beeline for the Rock That Looks Like A Face Rock first and foremost, something akin to reverence in his gaze as he presents it with a flourish. ]

Boom! Raddest of them all. Rock That Looks Like A Face Rock! Like, is it a face? Is it a rock? These are pretty much only legitimate questions if people wanna pay to vote, since it's totally a rock. But that's the appeal!

[charlastan]

[Stan still isn't sure he sees the appeal, but he remembers enough that he knows whether or not he sees the appeal isn't the point. The point is that other people will pay to see it.

That's what he remembers when he looks at this weird rock face thing -the fact that people will pay to see just about anything.]

...Huh. Guess it does kinda look like a face. Y'know, if I squint a little.

[Which he does, just for show. Even with all the amnesia, it's still Stan under there.]

So, people actually like this thing?

[doods]

[ The fact that he's trying and squinting is what really matters. ]

Oh, sure, people love this! I mean, they might love the showmanship more than the rock. Could go either way. But what's not to like? They get something exciting and fun to talk about!

[charlastan]

[Stan's still not sure he thinks a rock is exciting and fun, but he's starting to get it.]

Suppose so - I mean, it sounds like people keep comin' back here, so they must like something about it all.

[Familiar sentiments are coming back to him, like the fact that you can sell anything if you spin it the right way - even a rock that looks like a face rock.]

[doods]

The Mystery Shack is the best tourist trap around. You get entertainment, spooky tours, sweet souvenirs, and classic Mr. Mystery spins! Not to overhype it or anything, but you'd have to do a ton of work to outshine stuff like the Cornicorn.

[ Let's be real. He'll overhype it all day every day. ]

[charlastan]

The...Cornicorn? Is that what I think it is?

[He doesn't remember-remember, but there's only so many things a Cornicorn can be. Right?]

[doods]

[ THUMBS RIGHT THE HECK UP. ]

I'm about eighty percent sure it is. Heh, I'd show it to you but Waddles ate that thing like, instantly. Dude, you glued that one together yourself!

[charlastan]

[That particular frustration is immediately familiar, and Stan shakes his fist.]

Ugh, it was all wires when that darn pig was done with it! I worked har--!

[It hits him that he remembered it on his own, and he seems stunned by that realization.]

...I worked hard on that.

holy shit......... i found it i found the thread

[doods]

[ BUDDY you're gonna make your handyman cry tears of joy. Like maybe not this exact second, but boy howdy.

Soos shoots Stan a thumbs up that is entirely powered by encouragement.

Can confirm, a lot of work ethic went into that fake attraction. ]

Right? Even just going out to pick that corn was a whole trip. [ No grocery stores, we steal produce like men. ] Then there was shaping all the wires, gluing it together without letting any of Mabel's sequins land in it... total effort. But speaking as a guy who had to live as a pig for a day once, I gotta respect why he went for it.

What a beautiful relic of times past.

[charlastan]

[That does sound kind of weirdly reasonable. Why buy produce when it's growing right there?]

Can't say the you-bein'-a-pig thing sounds familiar, but uh. ...Yeah, I. I remember makin' that thing. Heh. Pretty sure a few of those sequins got stuck in it anyway.

[He sounds a little more fond of that than he was at the time.]

brushes off the dirt like a fine artifact

[doods]

[ Sometimes you gotta put in the time to commit the crime. ]

No worries. That was a pretty lowkey day for me. [ Who hasn't sometimes switched bodies with a pig for a day and almost been eaten or whatever in this town? Not many these days. It's good to see Stan giving this the old college try and the old fondness of nostalgia.

Man, does it count as nostalgia to remember it again for the first time? Inquiring minds want to know, and they'll probably ask Dipper about it later. ]

The sequins gave it charm. A majestic magical corn creature probably needs a little sparkle. Haha, plus it was way too late to pick 'em back out. Those dudes were in there.

puts it in the RP museum

[charlastan]

[Eh, it's nostalgia enough for Stan. He laughs right along with Soos. The memories aren't all there, but enough are starting to come back that he can reminisce a little bit.]

Heh, yeah. Once you get anything sparkly involved, you find sparkles everywhere for years.

[What an important piece of wisdom to regain.

That curious look comes back to Stan though, like he's hoping to absorb more memories from the world around him. He glances around them at the other attractions that have been recovered.]

...Wait. So...did I make all this stuff?

[doods]

[ He'll take it. One step at a time and all. ]

Yeah, you did! I'm tellin' you, Mister Pines, you've got like. The touch. You've got the power.

[ Look into your heart... you know it to be true. ]

[charlastan]

Huh...y'know, that does make me feel kinda powerful. In an arts and crafts kinda way.

[He grins though, making fists with his hands and posing like he's showing off his guns, even though he's wearing a suit and the guns can't actually be seen.]

[doods]

Arts and crafts-based powers are valid in my book, dude. They're basically the whole reason video games exist. And I mean, Mabel had to get her mad skills from someone, right?

[ Truly they could only have been passed down from Stan somehow even though I guess he's not their grandpa or whatever. They're mad skills and don't have to make sense, and Mabel and Stan are just devious enough with them when crossed that there must be a link. ]

[charlastan]

Ha! Yeah, guess so. I think I saw her knit a sweater in one sitting earlier. In the middle of summer.

[And he can recall many, many other times he saw the same thing, which is another tiny sign of improvement for him. But...also baffling? Did she really spend the whole summer making sweaters? Is she perpetually cold or something?!]