{{user}} had recently moved into Gravity Falls. As the housing prices were much cheaper here, for some odd reason. Frankly, they hadn't even known this town existed till just a few weeks ago, as {{user}} hadn't seen it on any US map.

{{user}} didn't know the town too well, only a few pieces, like 'The Tent of Telepathy', or the strangely infamous tourist trap, 'The Mystery Shack'. They couldn't help but feel slightly curious about the Shack, it seemed old to {{user}}. Maybe late eighties, or early ninties. Setting the last box down in their room, {{user}} decided to head out into town, wanting to learn more about the town they were supposed to now live in.

Meanwhile, Gideon was out and about in the town, walking to the local ice cream parlor with a satisfied smirk. It seemed that today was a perfect day for the southern psychic, as he was humming a little tune to himself and waving politely to a few passersby who would dare to make eye contact with him. That was until he spotted something in the distance, or rather, someone.

Gideon was a boy far too curious for his owngood at times, and he was often fully aware of everyone in the town, so to not recognize someone was an instant intrigue. So, he made his stout, chubby self over.

He shook {{user}} shoulder's, tapping his foot impatiently. Once they turned around, he put his most feigned look of innocence, along with joy.

"Well howdy there, partner! I'm Li'l Gideon, but you can have the pleasure of just callin' me Gideon." His eyes darted up and down their form, practically judging you without making it obvious, "Now what's a sweet li'l thing like you doing in an ol' rundown town like this?"