"Why did you insist on your name being first?"
"It's an eyecatcher, shut up Pines."
When Mabel Pines was sent to Oregon to stay with her genius Uncle, she expected more than simply watching over his fake museum. That is, until she gets an offer to f...
"Aw, c'mon Mister Pines, Mabel's trip's been awful here. Taking her to the show might be good." Ford shook his head.
"I will not allow a member of my family inside that fake pageant queen's little charade." I raised an eyebrow.
"What are you two talking about?" Melody smiled.
"Mabel! Does this around fun to you?"
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"The Tent of Telepathy?" I asked, pushing the flyer out of my face. I noticed that name again. "Who's Pacifica?" Ford slammed a six-fingered fist on the table.
"Pacifica Pleasure is a spoiled little brat who thinks she can communicate with the dead and read minds. Unfortunately, half the country also believes. She's been on tour for roughly a year or two, but now that she's back?" He slid a photograph to me.
Cautiously, I picked it up(I'd recently read an article about photographs that steal your soul if you look at them). It took me a minute to realize that it was a picture of a young girl, maybe six or seven. Her blonde hair was up in a large bun and she wore a plain purple dress.
"What's this?"
"A photograph of Pacifica Pleasure when she was first 'discovered'. Here's a more recent photo." Ford handed me the morning paper, the headline reading, "Pacifica Pleasure Returns to Gravity Rises."
The girl in this picture looked much different than the other girl. This girl's hair was pinned up, obviously sprayed with hair spray and what looked like a slight purple dye. Her dress was purple and black, with a large skirt showing off phases of the lunar cycle. She wore large crescent moon earrings with a matching necklace, and her face was plastered with makeup and the kind of smile you wear when you're frustrated and want to strangle someone.
"Is it legal to let your child wear that much makeup Mr. Pines?" Melody asked.
"That girl wouldn't listen to her parents if you played her too. Her parents stay here in Gravity Rises when she's on tour. They haven't seen her in years. Just promise me you won't go to her show."
"I'm so excited for the show!" Melody bounced in her seat, reminding me of Dipper. I chuckled.
"I'm gonna go find a bathroom before it starts, keep my seat warm!" I stood up and walked outside, the cold of the snow being a shock from the space heaters inside.
"Hmm... are there port-a-potties?" I stepped around the side of the tent to see two people arguing.
"This isn't a request, Gideon!" A shrill voice said strictly.
"Pacifica, you know I cannot help you-"
"I don't care!" I rubbed my ears, that girl was loud. I suddenly realized the two arguing were Gideon and Pacifica.
"But Pacifica-"
"You have your orders." Pacifica started to walk in my direction and I jumped back, almost screaming when Pacifica walked right in to me.
"What are you doing!" She demanded. I shrunk back. She looked exactly like the picture, only... more terrifying.
"I-I was just looking for the bathroom..." Pacifica looked me in the eye, hard.
"Strange... I can't read..." she shook off. "I'm sorry dear." She said, a charming accent in her voice. "I'm afraid I was channeling quite a rude spirit for a moment. The bathrooms are that-a-way." She pointed and happily walked away.
After using the bathroom, I ran back to my seat.
"What took you so long?" Melody asked.
"It's nothing." I watched the lights dim until the only thing I could see was the spotlight centered at the stage. Suddenly, a cloud of purple smoke appeared, and when it cleared Pacifica stood onstage. After a lengthy applause, she silenced the crowd.
"Welcome to the show, fans young and old. Whether you've joined us long ago or finally have had the chance, I'm sure you'll be mystified!" She threw back her head and raised her gloved hands and glitter and confetti rained down. Pacifica stepped off the stage abd into the audience, and the spotlight followed.
"You, my friend, are looking for adventure," she said to someone. "And you, are looking, for love," she continued to walk down the center aisle until she reached the end, turning abruptly. "You all need adventure!" She raised her hand and in a flash of purple smoke she appeared onstage.
The rest of the show was pretty boring. She let people ask her questions about herself and the spirits she could presumably channel for about an hour, and then the show ended.
"That was pretty fun!" Melody said. I muttered something in agreement. "I'll go get my truck, you stay here." Melody left, and I stared off into the trees, where I saw a glimpse of white-blonde hair.
"Gideon?" I asked myself.
"Did you say something?" Melody asked, pulling up beside me.
"No, just thinking."
"Why can't I read her?" Pacifica demanded, pacing back and forth across the clearing.
"Perhaps that amulet of yours isn't as powerful as you thought." I couldn't help but smirk. Pacifica stopped and used her amulet to hurl a snowball at me.
"Or maybe she has one!"
"Mabel doesn't have an amulet." Pacifica turned to look at me.
"How do you know?" She demanded.
"Oh, it was easy," I said, mimicking her usual tone.
