Dorm roof, Tuesday afternoon

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It was a particularly gorgeous day out, and Tip didn't have any classes or work or anything she needed to get done. She did have a care package from home, full of snacks from Mom's current grocery store (which included basically anything that would stand up to being dipped or coated in dark chocolate), a case of birch beer, and the world's ugliest belt, courtesy of J.Lo.

She was absolutely rocking that ugly ass belt, thank you. She was also munching on chocolate covered edamame and flipping through the paperback her mom had sent her (a cheesy looking YA romance about gay dragons, excellent) and kicking her feet out into the open air in a manner that would probably make anyone afraid of heights moan and cringe. Rihanna was playing on her phone, the sun was shining on her face, and all was right and pleasant in the world.

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Dipper held up his journal filled with all the weirdness he had run into during his time of Fandom. "Research. Back home I spent the summer with my great uncle Stan. The area we lived in was... well it was seriously weird. Just about anything that was paranormal showed up there at one point or another. I found a journal that had notations about almost everything by an unknown author. Since we came here I've been documenting everything I can find out about. I figure at one point or another we'll find a way home."

[intotheout]

"By . . . researching random things."

Well, at least Tip had an answer to her "does anyone study this weird stuff?" question from class, yesterday.