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[Frankie is less Bluff more Blunt.] Would you two just get off the tracks before you get yourselves killed. Nobody here wants to be collecting body parts for the next week.

[Mabel steps off the tracks and holds up her hands.] Okay, seriously, don't arrest us. We're just trying to make sure nobody gets dead here. [(diplomacy 27)]

[Dipper glances at Mabel, then also steps off the tracks, crossing his arms.]

Yeah, didn't you notice your phones or...radios or whatever, going off with some weird message? We're probably the only people who actually know what it said so.... [He looks down the track impatiently, then glances at his watch.] Mabel, we've only got like eight minutes now.

[ Deryn was lingering behind the group listening to them talk to the two new people. He was curious but he didn't speak up, just stood twirling a bit of his bangs.]

Eight minutes to intercept the H2 coming from the north? [ this is the bland look of a woman who has been mansplained to too many times in her life. ]

Yeah. The Hummer. Full of people who are gonna get hit by a train. Can we all just agree that we don't want that to happen and deal with it?

[Dipper puts a hand on her arm.]

It's not worth it, if they know about it, they should be helping us. Unless they're behind it. [They may or may not be cops, but honestly, Dipper doesn't particularly trust cops. As far as he's concerned, they're on their own, as usual.] Let's just go.

[To... stop the thing on their own, of course. They're not... actually gonna leave.]

[Frankie is going to state the obvious here with a; ] They clearly know more than we do.

[The inference being, we kind of need them so maybe we should be nice.

Moving towards the tracks now.]

Hey - don't... go running off, it sounds like we all want the same thing here. You guys have some details we don't and we have, numbers and some areas of expertise on our side. [Hands open at her sides as if, imploring them to consider the benefits.] A Hummer full of people you said?

[Dipper pauses, still looking suspicious, but he doesn't actually move to go. Instead he just squints over at the group.]

Who are you guys, really?

[Frankie glances at Alice before reaching into her pocket to pull out her wallet. Retrieving one of the cards she keeps in there to offer s proof of identification???]

We're with a group called the Karthur Institute. [Extending the card so... Dipper and Mabel will have to get off the tracks to look at it.] We're investigating these transmissions, just like you it seems.

[Dipper's eyes widen and a pen and pad of paper appear from his pockets almost as if by magic.]

The Karthur Institute? Really? Oh my god.

[He nudges Mabel, barely able to restrain his excitement as he steps forward to take the card.]

I have so many questions and theories and do you guys intentionally hire phone people who are absolutely terrible at their jobs because it really seems like you do and what do you actually do and--

[He pauses (will save 20), and tucks the pad of paper back into his pocket, though the pen stays out, his thumb clicking it on and off almost nervously.]

...we need to save people first. But I'm not letting you guys out of my sight until I have some answers.

Hooooo boy. [Mabel says when Dipper goes on, but at least he cools his jets before he goes into full nerd mode.] I dunno if it's full of people, but have you seen a Hummer? On top of being aesthetically displeasing, they're like brick walls. The train's gonna hit that and it's gonna be an unnecessary disaster movie sequence in real life.

[she wraps an arm around Dipper's shoulder and tugs him against her shoulder.] Anyway, I'm Mabel and he's Dipper. We're kinda pros at this.

I've seen one.

[ The quiet one standing in the back spoke up finally. To Mabel's question. ]

[Frankie gapes as Dipper rushes forward, eyes wide and wondering what she's just unleashed because in all her years throwing out the Karthur Institute cover? The most exciting response she'd get was; "Never heard of it."]

Uh... [She scratches behind her ear, lips twisting into a grimace until Dipper comments on the receptionist, a knowing smile touching her lips.]

As a rule, no that's just Cheryl. [As if that somehow explained everything. She notably, doesn't even touch the rest of that just yet because... yeah she'll just blame it on the impending disaster for now. That works.]

Frankie Matera - [Distracted.] You said, 8 minutes? You didn't happen to decode the rest of the message, did you?

I mean, I don't know what part the "rest" of it is. I just decoded all of it. [Though he's guessing "hummer" is part of it. And the timing, presumably.

He pulls his notebook from his pocket again and flips back a page.]

"In ten minutes, a hummer H2 will approach these tracks from the north. You must stop it from crossing the tracks until after the train passes. Do not fail."

[He flips the pad shut, looking up at the group.]

And that was like two minutes ago, so we should probably get going and find that hummer and whoever's meant to be stopping it.

[Sara's been quiet, just listening to all of this, but finally chimes in with a few simple words: ]

Alright then. Let's do that. [Instead of chatting about stuff more now that they've got the information.]

[ Deryn's still a little lost, but listening ready to follow the group.]

[ alice marches off toward the street that intersects the tracks (spot 25), pulling a compass out of her pocket to make sure they're on the correct side (navigate 23). ]

[Dipper keeps his eyes open, but he's clearly distracted (spot 13), stealing curious glances as the rest of the group as they move. Frankie has been the most responsive, so he sidles over to her as they look around.]

Sooo... you're definitely the front for a secret organization, right? I've been tracking you guys all over the world and whenever you show up, bad stuff happens. And you're very good at covering your tracks. Suspiciously good.

[He's not totally sure if they're the cause of the bad things or trying to stop them. The fact that they're here working with Dipper and Mabel now is either a good sign, because it means the Karthur Institute is indeed good guys, or a bad sign and they shouldn't have interfered with this message to begin with.]

[Mabel meanwhile walks up to Alice and leans closer with her arms folded behind her back.]

Okay, we can't let the Hummer guys get killed, but can we at least handcuff 'em to the steering wheel until they agree Hummers are awful. And you have handcuffs anyway! Might as well use 'em... Wait why do you have handcuffs if you're not actually cops? No judging, promise.

Edited 2016-04-16 22:09 (UTC)

We should probably handcuff them outside of the car, so they don't just drive away with it, but yeah, that was the bare bones of the plan. [ she keeps looking around a moment before finally glancing over at the girl. young woman, more like, she can't be that much younger than alice and sara and frankie. she's not even trying to lie, however, when she continues. ] Kinky sex life. Always ask to see a badge.

[Frankie tries to keep an eye out for what they're looking for (Spot 18), shooting Dipper a sideways glance as the questions start coming and a wry, half grin pulls at the corner of her mouth. A hint of amusement, even approval shining in her eyes.]

Maybe bad stuff happens and then we show up. Or maybe there's a lot of bad stuff that doesn't happen because we do. [Nat 20ing her sense motive to pick up on his uncertainty.]

Suspiciously good... [Bobbing her head.] But you made connections? [There might be some inadvertent ego stroking there but really. It's hard not to be impressed, okay.]

I can disable the car when we find it at least. [Piping up from her conversation with Dipper.]

Maybe. And maybe you cause the bad things. [It's good to know they at least think of themselves as the good guys, but Dipper is still paranoid enough that he's staying wary. He never was one to trust easily, and it's just gotten worse since crossing through the veil. Still, he'll reserve judgment.

It doesn't hurt that his ego is extremely susceptible to stroking. He straightens and smirks a little.]

Eh, you're not the first secret society I've dug up. Just takes patience and digging. [He raises his voice slightly to weigh in.] And we're not disabling or handcuffing anything before we figure out what's going on no matter what they drive, Mabel. The people who sent out the code wanted the car stopped, remember? For all we know it's transporting a heart for transplant or something.

And last time it was a stuffed bunny with a camera in it's eye to spy on people that we just had to get. The only way we figured anything else out was by stopping the guy who was also tasked to get it so the only way we'll find more information on the source of these transmissions is by following this transmission.

Guess you'll find out for yourself. [Still with the wry grin. She's not about to take offense or try and convince Dipper otherwise.]

You think the person behind the transmissions might be trying to help? [Head cocked to one side, Frankie clearly not considering that possibility until now.]

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