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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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[Now that spring has sprung the Pie Maker spends roughly 37.6% of his time outside, instead of the usual 15.28%, which gives him warm afternoons in the gardens and greenhouse as well as time to assess the status of the beehives further off near the woods. (Said beehives are doing well and harvesting the honey for pie dough has been a resounding success for both deliciousness of his pastries, and making him feel less homesick about Chuck.)

Walking out of the foyer and under the portico Ned almost treads on a small person, side-stepping at the very last minute with an exclamation of surprise and a graceful turn that has him swinging around one of the colonnade columns.]

Um. [It's a kid. He narrowly missed imprinting the soles of his Converse high-tops on a kid. Geez.] Hey.

[ Mabel jumps a little in surprise at his surprised explanation, and scoots away just a little. She hadn't honestly been expecting anyone else to be around. Mostly because she was pretty sure 'sticking Mabel in a weird place all alone' was part of Bill's evil plan. ]

Woah! Hey. Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you. [ She smiles up at Ned all cheerful like. What a cute adult. He should be part of a boy band. ]

[The Pie Maker, while convinced that they are all here for someone's evil plan, is certainly not of the opinion that the blame rests solely on a floating triangle, and wouldn't that be ridiculous either way? Shapes of a geometric and logical persuasion should, if anything, be opposed to Wonderland's tendency toward the illogical.]

No, no, that's- ...you didn't, I'm just- [Preternaturally disposed toward anxiety.] -I'm fine. I'm Ned.

[With all the grace of a baby giraffe finding its feet on an ice-covered lake Ned straightens, clearing his throat and shoving his hands into his pockets. Old habit, you understand.]

You...must...be new here. Are you new here?

[ Some people might be a little exasperated with super anxious people, but not Mabel. It's actually familiar territory! Dipper's not completely anxiety ridden, of course (unless Wendy is involved) but he can be high-strung enough that Ned kind of reminds Mabel of Dipper. A more anxious, older Dipper, anyway. ]

I'm Mabel! [ Mabel stands up and offers him her hand to shake, because hey, there's no need for her to be rude. ]

And you, my good sir, are right-o about that one. I didn't think this anyone else would be here, though. Did you get on that one-eyed creep's bad side, too?

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[Unbeknownst to Mabel, the Pie Maker has a great deal of experience working with the supernatural, as well. In the sense that "working with" means "occasionally venturing towards" and then "skittishly moving away as soon as he touches something."

But that's neither here nor there.

The Girl in the Sweater - which is exceptional, actually, and he knows a certain knitting detective who would be impressed by the workmanship - is friendly enough to offer him a hand, skeptical as he is about physical contact with children. On a fundamental level children are sticky creatures, and while the baker in him does not mind stickiness with regards to honey and/or fruit, humans are a different matter entirely.

He hesitates just a moment too long before reaching out to shake, ridiculously large hand looking even more ridiculous around her tiny one.]

Y'know, I'm not...I wasn't brought here by a one-eyed...anything. Actually.

[A beat.]

...Were you?

[ Luckily, Mabel's hands are far from sticky. If anything, they're a little rough from some leftover dried hotglue stuck to her fingertips. Sock Puppet Rock Opera's don't make themselves, after all. And besides, dried glue is the least of her worries at the moment.

Which is why her smile falters a little at his answer. It's not that she wants Bill to be behind this. It's just...if it isn't him, then what's going on? How does she go about finding a way out if 'hunt Bill down' isn't her first step anymore? ]

Well...I thought I was, but--[ She shrugs. ] I guess I could be wrong.

Um-

[Oh, geez - he really stepped in it. She can't be older than twelve, and as a twelve year old Ned was often forlorn about lacking people or reasons behind his power. Mabel, who is far more gregarious than he was at her age, seems to flounder for a moment.

It isn't unlike seeing someone getting into the pool for the first time without arm floaters.]

It's- it's not so bad, here. I don't know if you ever saw Alice in Wonderland, but it's sort of like that.

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