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Ginko ([personal profile] dontpokethat) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-04-13 10:14 pm

because we’re all one of a kind

Who: Ginko and whoever!
What: Ginko tries to do his job and restocks on cigarettes
When: Before and during performance week
Where: Around the carnival, specifically the menagerie and trailer park!
Warnings: Drugs not actually drugs. Weird animals, though!

A - evening of Day 81 - outside Trailer 13

Contrary to what some might assume, Ginko’s ever-present cigarettes don’t manifest out of thin air. At some point, if they want to make sure that they’ve got a steady supply, he or Tanyuu has to make them - and tonight, that’s exactly what Ginko is doing, since he’d rather get this done before performance time starts up.

He’s sitting outside his and Tanyuu’s trailer, with supplies laid out in front of him on a cloth - a mortar and pestle, a roll of paper, stacks of leaves harvested from an assortment of plants grown in and around the trailer - and the spewpa that Tanyuu had dubbed Miu nestled against his leg.

It would be a lot more convenient if mushi repellent could be made from just one kind of plant, but, no such luck. So here he is, grinding the herbal mix together, setting each rolled cigarette in a wooden box as he finishes.

It’s not particularly fast work, but he does it with a practiced hand and seems relaxed as he works, not paying particular attention to anything around him.

B - All week - Menagerie

Everything is always busier during performance weeks. It’s no surprise, really, but even after this long, Ginko is still impressed by the sheer degree to which that energy seems to permeate the carnival. It’s… exhilarating, in a way.

At the same time, though, it makes him glad that his involvement with the actual performances is so minimal. He’s not sure he could deal with that much excitement.

Instead, he keeps mostly to the menagerie during performances, focusing on the animals; there’s a lot to do, though it’s more manageable now that he isn’t the only animal keeper.

He won’t object of anyone wants to come by and chat… provided they don’t interfere with his work or try to mess with the animals. That, he’d rather avoid.

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[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-15 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Things since Lambert's arrival have been something of a whirlwind, and not very carnival-like in the least -- but it seems to be back to business as usual, now. There wasn't much for the Nightrider to do right now, save sharpen his sword and get ready for trouble, but with a restless need to move settling in under his skin, he was patrolling the carnival.

He'd noticed the trailer surrounded by plants before, but he'd never actually spoken to its occupants. Some kind of herbalist, he'd assumed from what he saw, but he hadn't thought any more of it. Now, though, with someone outside, it's an opportunity to satisfy his curiosity (and kill boredom).

"What are those for?" he asks, with no preamble or greeting. His nose is sharp enough to tell him it isn't tobacco, but that doesn't necessarily let him guess what its intended use and properties actually are.
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[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-15 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mushi?" He rolls the unfamilar word around his mouth, testing the sound of it. "I've seen some around. Just thought those were will-o-wisps." And therefore, easily dismissed. One of the benefits of hunting the supernatural is a predisposition to seeing things other people can't, though it's hardly infallible. Still, he's never heard of the creatures before, so it's likely a peculiarity of another world -- much like the Pokemon -- that the Carnival has picked up on its travels.

"Seemed harmless. There a reason you don't like them?" Otherwise, why make anything designed to repel them?
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[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-18 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes people call it 'fairy fire,' but it can be caused by all kinds of things. Usually just manifests as light in abandoned places." Lambert shrugs, evidently less interested in explaining those as he is in learning more about Ginko's problem.

"There are different kinds? What are they, monsters?"
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[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-20 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Is there anyone in this Carnival who isn't a huge fucking nerd about something, Lambert wonders? Because he's starting to feel like it's less of a performance troupe and more like an eclectic collection of people who need to get better hobbies.

Never mind that anyone could probably say the same about Lambert himself.

"You lost me there," he comments, crossing his arms. "What do you mean 'closer to the basis of life'?"
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[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-23 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Lambert looks a little dubious about the whole 'light vein' thing until Ginko explains it with a description he understands, and he nods. It sounds a little strange to him, still -- nothing a lot like the monsters he sees in his own world -- but it's probably a good time to return to a point that Ginko mentioned earlier.

"You said you attract 'all kinds.' Why's that -- did you get cursed or something?"
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[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-24 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Being followed by little glowing things that most other people can't see is a curse by Lambert's definition, but admittedly Ginko probably has a pretty different definition than he does.

"You're making it sound like the clap, you know," Lambert answers, idly. "Speaking of which, it's not contagious, is it?"
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[personal profile] whattaprick 2017-04-24 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Lambert is rude and water is wet. All par for the course, as he continues to prove by saying: "Sounds like a pain in the ass." He gestures around them, then indicates the mushi repellent Ginko's working on grinding down. "How effective is that stuff, if some of them are still hanging around?"