Mod S here! I don’t know, and to be honest I can see this going either way! Toby and Maddie come after Ian and Mira, but I don’t think we have a hard set in stone date for Alvie.
TLDR: canon is squishy, and you can have them meet or not meet to your liking
Dipper would like you to not give Alvie any ideas about potentially splitting up into a million tiny viruses or something akin to that thank you very much
You know that this would mean Alcor showing up in this other dimension, having to wait around for Bill to resurface, and in the meantime deciding to recreate Alvie in this universe using all the code he knows. Which, let’s be honest, he’d probably do, if only out of boredom and a need for chaos.
Now, how well Alvie would work in a ‘verse where it’s all computers and very little magic, and where the computer capabilities are probably decades if not centuries behind what they would be when Alcor made him…um…
Maybe Alcor just figures out a way to retrofit the coding to something that can actually be supported by the non-magical computer systems of earth of that time. Somehow. Alvie -2.0. It’ll grow as the supporting technology does; it’s just starting off further back.
The sky breaks open. An army of angels descend. You can smell the scent of a fresh miracle in the air. Could it be…?
It is! It’s another weekly update on time! You can hardly believe it, but the results speak for themselves.
Here’s another chapter of The Rosewood Affair.
Elsewhere, Katie was still on the bus.
She had never enjoyed the one and a half
hour bus ride home, but today was especially bad. Throughout the day, she had
managed to distract herself through chatter and focusing on class, keeping her
mind occupied with irrelevant matters. Now, there were no more distractions,
and she sat staring at her phone, wondering if he was watching her through it.He would do that, she knew. He had little
enough respect for human privacy, and she knew there was very little difference
to him between her phone and the body he walked around in at school.She wondered how much the others realized
that. Realized that Alvie could just take over every function of their
computers with less effort than it took them to lift their arms. It had never
bothered her before.So why did it bother her now? Why did she
sit with her thumb hovering a hair above her screen, hesitating, because she
knew he would know the second she touched it?Sighing, she dropped the hand with the
phone into her lap and leaned back against the seat, pulling the other hand
over her face. She knew exactly why, and it was idiotic.She had a giant, stupid crush on him. Which
was dumb. Because he was not even human.
Heyy, a weekly update! It’s a miracle.
Anyways. Here’s more of The Rosewood Affair. Enjoy.
Alvie only rarely took the bus home from
school these days. Instead, dad met him at the gate with a smile and a wave,
and they walked away together.“How was your day?” Al-V asked, readjusting
his identity now that school was out.“Pretty good, actually.” Dad shrugged. “I
spent a few hours at Cassie’s. I think she’s starting up a study group again.”Al-V snickered at the mention of the now near-mythical,
constantly reincarnating leader of the most laid-back cult to ever grace the
Earth. “About time,” he said. “How long is it now, that she’s been your only
point of contact with humanity?”Dad sent him a dry look and rolled his
eyes. “About three years since we met, but that’s not- it hasn’t been that bad.”Al-V met his expression with a grin.
Dad huffed, but stopped trying to argue. It
had been exactly that bad, and he knew it.
When I hit 200 followers, I promised I was going to write more of The Rosewood Affair. It’s taken a while, but here is the first of what’s shaping up to be quite a few parts.
The rest of the old fic is also edited and shoved into its own work, finally, right here, so go check that out if you want.
And here’s this chapter on Ao3
“Cousins are gonna be nice, though.” Ruben
looked wistfully into the air, leaning back against the wall of the stairwell.Katie smiled at him. It was always nice to
see her friends being happy.“Eh,” Linda shot in over her lunch from the
other side of the stairwell. “They’re still gonna be family, and tiny ones
beside. It’s not great.”“You don’t like any of your family,
though,” Katie argued with her. “Ruben actually does, so I don’t think it’s a
good comparison.”Linda shrugged and hid her smile under a
piece of lunch fish. “I like my Grams, and Nagisa’s… tolerable, I guess. Just
saying you shouldn’t get your hopes up, is all.”Katie rolled her eyes, still smiling. She
knew Linda was mostly joking.Ruben looked over at her.
“You get what I mean, right?” he asked. “I
mean, I’ve never had a cousin before, just siblings. What do you think?”“I don’t know,” Katie said. “It’s different
for everyone, I think. I like my cousins well enough, but it takes all kinds,
right? Anyways, yeah, babies sounds cool.”Ruben nodded, and turned to the last person
sitting on the stairs. “What about you?”Alvie looked up from his ‘lunch’ with a
start. “What about me?”
Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 AO3 Link
AO3 highly highly recommend. The opening dialogue uses fonts to distinguish who’s talking and I have no clue if that will work on mobile.
… That said it is not unreasonable to assume that the recording can be trusted as a source of the details of the encounter. The fact that Magi Hurtzog was killed by subject A is indisputable. It is fully possible that Subject B fabricated some or all of the recording, but changing the apparent method of death would accomplish little. The most logical reason to give the Institute the recording would be as a warning, and altering the apparent events that took place would not significantly increase the effectiveness of the warning. Even under highly unfavorable circumstances Subject A is still deadly, regardless of the methods used.
If we assume that the recording is largely unaltered there is a lot that we can
Actually I did alter the recording. Not that anyone’s found what I added yet.
What?
I go through the effort of giving half the security team googly eyes and no one even bothers paying attention to the background. Honestly, you people. And no one’s bothered checking for encrypted information yet! All those extremely nice messages I left in there are just sitting unread.
Considering that Dipper taught Acacia some cryptology basics and their mutual love of puzzles– excellent
Lenore was tired of a life of writing essays. She was also tired in general. So she decided to get some homework help she had heard a demon used to do. It was past 3, she was not capable of being rational at this point.
Okay, but, Alvie as a DM for some kind of tabletop RPG.
He has the most intricate worldbuilding anyone’s ever seen, with more developed NPCs than seems reasonable, and it doesn’t matter how long your campaign goes on, he’ll always remember everything you’ve done till now and have it come back to haunt you.
He carefully calibrates each boss encounter to almost, but not quite TPK, leaving one or two characters broken but alive to form the core of the next party and making sure the players always feel just barely underpowered, enough to keep them playing out of a strong desire to win ‘properly’ at least once, if only out of luck. The few times they manage to trick or nat 20 themselves out of an encounter with most of their party intact, (likely because he allows it,) they always find out that either there’s some greater cost involved with winning, or the stakes have been raised.
Every once in a while, good things happen. Just to keep the players coming back.
Doesn’t matter how little a player usually roleplays, Alvie will get them emotionally invested in their character and then kill that character off in the most devastating possible way. And then, half a year later, the character’s forgotten little sister will show up in the path of the player’s new character with a misguided notion of revenge, creating an entirely new disruptive subplot that ultimately gets everyone killed. Again.
The players betray each other, and find that it backlashes hard in the most poetic of ways. They band together against the world and find the world intent on ripping them to pieces. They raise armies and get armies in return. They gain the favour of gods only to see those same gods be felled in battle.
They make plan after plan, character after character, being allowed absolutely any broken and hideously overpowered build they can concieve of, and still they crash and burn against the immovable object that is a grinning teenage boy who somehow predicts their every move.
For some reason, they keep coming back.
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