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lostcarnival2016-10-22 09:31 pm
dontpokethat) wrote in lostcarnival2016-10-22 09:31 pm
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Who: Ginko and ANYONE
Where: Wherever animals are kept
When: Variable? Let’s say anytime in the week after Orientation (10/16-10/23)
What: Ginko tries to do his job, with “tries” being the operative word
Warnings: weird animals? Potentially bitey weird animals? To be added as necessary
A carnival can’t be fully experienced with just one sense. Just looking or listening isn’t enough; taking it all in requires much more than that. Of course, while smelling one’s surroundings might bring its own benefits in other parts of the carnival… well. Not so much here, unless you really like the smell of wet fur, animal waste, and lots of hay.
The menagerie is unlike any zoo that could be found in most worlds, if only for the sheer variety of animals kept there. The Ringmaster likes to pick up specimens from different worlds, the more unusual the better, and the end result is… well, not necessarily chaotic. But it’s definitely highly varied, and pretty strange.
Most hours of the day, anyone who happens to wander into the area, by accident or intentionally, is likely to run across Ginko at some point. He’s always been inclined to take his work seriously, and that certainly hasn’t changed since he started working here. The fact that he’s the only veteran keeper left after the recent mass exit doesn’t really help matters, either, and the end result is that he spends even more of his time in the menagerie than could be accounted for just by regular shifts.
Depending on when one comes by, he may just be mucking out the stalls - but a lucky visitor (or one who has the schedule memorized) may come by for feeding time, or in time to watch the process of grooming or exercising those animals that need it.
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Ginko has to admit, after several weeks of trying to keep up with all these animals on his own, he's pretty glad to be getting help again... though he'd be happier about it if it weren't from a young child who clearly doesn't want to be here.
Unfortunately, there isn't a lot he can do about that but to try and make sure this is as good an experience for her as it can be - which means making sure she's as prepared as possible for the work ahead.
It's fairly early when it comes time for Bonnie's first work day, but not ridiculously so. Ginko's already fed those animals that need to eat early, and he's waiting at the edge of the menagerie when she arrives, cigarette in hand and elbows resting on the fence. He raises his free hand when she gets close, giving a small smile. "Hey. You ready to meet these guys?"
((OOC: Closed prompts might be added later! For open stuff, feel free to take a look at this (in-progress) spreadsheet to get an idea of what all animals there are! If you want to assume something is there but aren't sure you should, just message me.))
Where: Wherever animals are kept
When: Variable? Let’s say anytime in the week after Orientation (10/16-10/23)
What: Ginko tries to do his job, with “tries” being the operative word
Warnings: weird animals? Potentially bitey weird animals? To be added as necessary
A carnival can’t be fully experienced with just one sense. Just looking or listening isn’t enough; taking it all in requires much more than that. Of course, while smelling one’s surroundings might bring its own benefits in other parts of the carnival… well. Not so much here, unless you really like the smell of wet fur, animal waste, and lots of hay.
The menagerie is unlike any zoo that could be found in most worlds, if only for the sheer variety of animals kept there. The Ringmaster likes to pick up specimens from different worlds, the more unusual the better, and the end result is… well, not necessarily chaotic. But it’s definitely highly varied, and pretty strange.
Most hours of the day, anyone who happens to wander into the area, by accident or intentionally, is likely to run across Ginko at some point. He’s always been inclined to take his work seriously, and that certainly hasn’t changed since he started working here. The fact that he’s the only veteran keeper left after the recent mass exit doesn’t really help matters, either, and the end result is that he spends even more of his time in the menagerie than could be accounted for just by regular shifts.
Depending on when one comes by, he may just be mucking out the stalls - but a lucky visitor (or one who has the schedule memorized) may come by for feeding time, or in time to watch the process of grooming or exercising those animals that need it.
Closed to Bonnie
Ginko has to admit, after several weeks of trying to keep up with all these animals on his own, he's pretty glad to be getting help again... though he'd be happier about it if it weren't from a young child who clearly doesn't want to be here.
Unfortunately, there isn't a lot he can do about that but to try and make sure this is as good an experience for her as it can be - which means making sure she's as prepared as possible for the work ahead.
It's fairly early when it comes time for Bonnie's first work day, but not ridiculously so. Ginko's already fed those animals that need to eat early, and he's waiting at the edge of the menagerie when she arrives, cigarette in hand and elbows resting on the fence. He raises his free hand when she gets close, giving a small smile. "Hey. You ready to meet these guys?"
((OOC: Closed prompts might be added later! For open stuff, feel free to take a look at this (in-progress) spreadsheet to get an idea of what all animals there are! If you want to assume something is there but aren't sure you should, just message me.))
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Finally, it's thrown off his shoulders, his chest heaving heavily from his breathing as he steadies himself atop the bale for a moment of rest. His eyes dart around, hoping nobody has seen him in such a (to him) humiliating state.
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After a few beats he calms down somewhat, scratching the back of his head. "Here's the hay you needed. I still have to go get the second one."
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He doesn't argue, though, and gives a nod a moment later. "Right, thanks. ...If you show me where the second bushel is, I could get it myself."
He doesn't want you straining a muscle or something, okay.
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The look in his eyes is fierce, ready to fire back to any response other than 'Okay' with protests. His tail swishes behind him, a clear indicator of how wound up he is even as he's trying his best to hide it.
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He hopes Silver will accept that, but he's not particularly optimistic.
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With a large sigh the tension in his body lessens, "This sucks, you know. Being smaller. You don't have to say it, I know it was probably too big for me."
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"Well, you got it here, didn't you? You just need to try and pace yourself, and it'll get easier over time."
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The more he thinks about it, the more his expression brightens. It is a delicate balance to find an answer that will get past that hefty pride of his, but somehow Ginko usually managed to do it. Perhaps it was why Silver tended to do more than give him blunt words in passing and actually sought him out for conversation on a rare occasion.
"But, I kinda wish they'd send me out on an acquisition sometime soon. Then they'd really see what I can do. It gets mind numbing doing this stuff day after day."
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"I could see that being an issue, yeah. Maybe the Ringmaster just doesn't have anything she needs right now."
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"I'm not super proud of it anymore, but I stole two of the Pokemon I use. The cops never caught me, either. At least this time I'd be doing it to help someone instead of just myself."
He probably could have taken off to do more work by now, but it's clear from his expression that he kind of wants to linger.
"You uh, sure you don't need any help around here? I'm not exactly in a huge hurry to clean up more barf."
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He looks up and around, humming thoughtfully. "Well, we could go get the rest of that hay... after that, I could look around and see if there's anything you could do. Or you could just help me with mucking out the stalls, though I'm not sure that would necessarily be better than the barf."
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He stretches one arm high above his head, the other going to stifle a yawn. Mornings for him tend to start very early, more as a matter of trying to get as much done as possible rather than his schedule demanding it. Training tirelessly has been replaced in the carnival by becoming a workaholic. It's not quite as satisfying, but for now in a world without gyms and wild Pokemon it has to suffice.
"You sure you wanna come?"
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"Hn? What is it?"
He takes the object from the Pokemon, turning it around in his hands. It's not unusual for Sneasel to bring him items that catch its eye, especially after they've left a stop and all the patrons have left.
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"What'd it have, there?"
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It's a large 8-ball, with a small window in one side of it. As it's jostled around for Silver to show it, a tiny blue triangle appears in the window.
"... 'You bet your sweet bippy.'? What's a bippy?"
He looks over to the adult for assistance while Sneasel beams proudly at its discovery.
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"I have... no idea. What is that thing, anyway?"
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It's jostled around a bit more experimentally, and the triangle vanishes again, this time displaying a different response: 'I don't know, ask your Mom.'
"... it's like only hearing part of a conversation. What's the point?"
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Apparently solving the mystery of this ball is, for the moment, more important than doing his job.
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Shake, shake. Repeat. Shake shake. Repeat.
"Ughhhh!"
Shake shake SHAKE! 'Kiss them and find out.'
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"...Yeah, these all look like answers. Not sure they're very useful ones, though."