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[ At first, the video on the screen is kind of crazy, and it's hard to make out just what's going on. There are fingers and blue sky, and then the bottom half of a little girl's face--and a close-up of her braces--as she taps the phone on her chin. She doesn't realize it's on, let alone that it can connect to literally everyone in Wonderland. She doesn't even know where the heck she is, even if it looks like some weird fantasy land. She would probably assume she was on some cool magic quest thing, if she hadn't been facing off against an all powerful freak of nature before arriving.

She drops her hand to her side, and yep, that sure is a beautiful, upside-down picture of the mansion grounds. ]

Alright, you proved your stupid point! You're as powerful as you are pointy. Can I go home now? I know you're there!

[ Mabel sighs and fidgets with the phone, turning it around in her hand as she just kind of...wanders around, looking for a magic door or...or something. Something to get her out of this mess and back to her puppet show, so she can punch Bill in her brother's face. Ugh. ]

Okay, okay, think Mabel. If you were an evil triangle, where would you hide the exit...?

[ She's got nothing, though, so she continues her aimless search. Eventually, Mabel makes her way to the mansion itself and sits on one of the front steps, setting the phone next to her when she does. Finally, finally the crazy camera angles stop. She sighs and rests her chin on her hands. She doesn't look defeated, exactly, just a little worried. Because whenever crazy stuff happens, Dipper's always been there by her side with information and plans. But right now, it's just her, and she has no idea what to do.

She looks down at the little phone and...woah, hey, it's on. Did she accidentally call someone? Maybe they can help! She scoops it up and puts it to her ear. ]

Hello? Hey, is anyone there?

[ ooc; People are more than welcome to run into her while she's wandering around the grounds. Because really, she's everywhere. ]

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...An evil triangle?

[What. Why would a triangle be evil? Shouldn't geometrical shapes just sort of be true neutral or whatever? He wants to judge even harder, but...she sounds kind of worried, and he remembers being freaked out and scared when he got here, so maybe he shouldn't be quite so hard on her.

But, he's not going to lie either.]

Um. Sorry, but...I don't think there is an exit. Everyone who's here has been stuck for a while now.

Yeah, that's right. He's kiiind of the evilest triangle ever, too. And a huge creep that's possessing my--

[ She happens to look down and realize that this phone isn't just a phone, but it can do video chats, too!? Wow, talk about fancy. She's about to continue on and address there being "No way out" (haha as if) but she gets distracted by his appearance. No way. Seriously, why is this happening? ]

Ugh, it's one of you guys.

[He wants to address how a triangle could possibly possess anybody, but he's taken aback by her reaction to seeing him, and he looks around a little, as if maybe she's talking about someone behind him that he can't see. But no, he's alone.]

...Uh. Wh-What do you mean? One of which guys? [Huh. That sounds silly. Is that grammatically correct? ...Maaaaybe? Wirt frowns a little and tries again.] ...What are you talking about?

You know which guys. [ How could he not know which guys. ] Look, I told you people once already, and I'll say it again; I don't want to be you're weird gnome queen! So go find someone else, okay?

[Wha-- oh. That story is familiar and Wirt doesn't even have the energy to be anxious about it anymore. This is like, the third time this week he's gotten accused of being an actual gnome (though he's...about fifty percent sure April had been making fun of him. Maybe) and he's just done. He's so done, and he puts his hands up in front of him.]

No, no. No. No. Stop. Nope.

[He tugs off his hat, revealing awful embarrassing hat hair underneath, but even that's better than being called a mythical woodland...critter...guy. He does try to smooth it down at least once, but it just sticks up like that.]

I'm not a gnome and I'm not trying to marry anyone! Time's all messed up here and it was Halloween in my world before I got dragged to this place. I-It's just a costume! I didn't even know gnomes were real anywhere until this other kid threatened to come after me with a leafblower!

[HMPH. Why are these little kids so rude?!]

Are you su--[ She's about to continue being super skeptical and assume the worst, because lets be real, it's not like the gnomes haven't lied to her before. They pretended to be a normal, potentially vampiric teenager! But she's distracted by the last thing Wirt says, and hones right on in. ]

Wait wait wait, did you say leafblower? Did that kid look like an awkward, sweaty, boy version of me? [ She holds her phone out so he can get a better look at her face, looking a little hopeful. ]

Huh? Uh-- [The question sufficiently distracts him from his rant, and he squints at the screen.]

...Wow, yeah actually! He kind of did. [It's a perfect description, and just enough to make the light bulb go on in Wirt's head.] Oh, that must mean you're his sister! The one the gnomes were trying to marry or whatever.

[He's starting to feel like maybe he should have put this together about thirty seconds sooner, but at least he got there eventually.]

...A-And yeah, I'm sure I'm not a gnome. Really. Both of you can stop it now.

Yeah, that's right! I'm his twin sister, and the superior one, if anyone asks. [ Alpha twin forever. ] I was also--ugh--almost married to gnomes. Which was a terrible experience, I don't recommend it.

[ She squints at him one last time and then shrugs. ]

Okay, I believe you. I mean, you haven't proposed or anything yet, so you're probably who you say you are.

[She's already superior in Wirt's mind, because she actually believes he's not a gnome. He's still not entirely sure he ever completely convinced Dipper of that so...yeah, Mabel can be alpha twin. With that settled, he puts his hat back on (and spends an extra second adjusting it until it's just right).]

Yeah, no, that-- that sounds awful. I'll take your word for it. [An awkward little laugh, and a shrug right back at her.] A-And I'm way too young to be marrying or proposing to like, anyone, so you're definitely safe there.

Oh, yeah. Of course! Marrying this young would be way weird.

[ Mabel flashes him a smile and fiddles with her hair a little, with her free hand. This weird Gnome kid is sweet. And cute! And not trying to marry her! It's like she's hit the jackpot. ]

Not that I want to avoid dating or anything.

[Wait until she learns he's a poet and a musician on top of it.]

Hm? Oh. Uh, yeah, I...guess. [He doesn't say "Aren't you too young to be dating?" but he's thinking it pretty loudly.] I mean...you probably wouldn't want to let a bunch of real gnomes scare you off from it forever...right?

[He actually doesn't sound super sure about that. He'd be super terrified of dating again if he got kidnapped and a bunch of gnomes tried to marry him and make him their Gnome Prince.]