because we’re all one of a kind

[dontpokethat]

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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A!

[whattaprick]

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.

[dontpokethat]

Ginko looks up from his work, deerlike ears flickering in surprise. "--What? Oh, these."

He tips the contents of the mortar onto another rolling paper, looking back down at what he's doing as he talks. Which... might be kind of rude, but oh well. Nobody ever said Ginko was good with social niceties. "They're mushi repellent. You... might've seen a few mushi around the grounds; they're those glowing creatures floating around in the air in some places."

Of course, whether Lambert has seen them will depend entirely on whether he can; not everyone can pick up on their presence at all, even in Ginko's home world, and whether someone has the sense for it seems to be almost entirely random. So it... might well sound like Ginko is talking nonsense.

[whattaprick]

"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?

[dontpokethat]

"Will-o-wisps, huh? Might've heard of those somewhere before."

He gives a quiet snort, kind of like a laugh. "Lots of them are harmless. But not all, and since I seem to attract all types, I can't risk filling the carnival with the latter."

[whattaprick]

"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?"

A.

[control_freak]

It's rare for Mimikyu to leave the secrecy of Foster's shadow--for some reason, it prefers to lurk behind him, watching his every move...

Now, though, it suddenly rises from the formless black shape it usually takes, oversized yellow dollhead wobbling precariously.

And hisses.

Foster turns, startled--but the Pokemon isn't hissing at him, or even at anyone nearby. It hisses a second time when he turns in the 'correct' direction.

Which is... more or less how Ginko finds himself, a few minutes later, with 5'10" of gangly vampire standing over him, idly scrutinising his work.

[dontpokethat]

It takes a few moments for Ginko to even notice that Foster is there, absorbed as he is in the process of preparing the repellent and cigarettes. Finally, though, he thinks to look up, his ears tilting toward Foster.

"...Oh, hey."

[control_freak]

Foster's eyes flick up to make brief contact with Ginko's, ears lifting, before he looks back at the cigarette-in-progress. He remembers to smile a second too late in relation to that, and so smiles only the instant before he looks down--when the eye contact itself is breaking.

"That doesn't smell like pot."

It's observational, not... uh, suggestive. He really was expecting this to be weed, though--at which point he would probably have had nothing further to say to Ginko.

Foster's reputation for licentiousness is only partially true; alcohol and mind-altering substances might as well be a literal repellent to him.

[dontpokethat]

...Well, that sure is a way to start a conversation. By now, though, Ginko guesses he shouldn't be too surprised by that, coming from Foster. At least this is... probably better than having him just assume it is weed.

"Well... that's because it isn't, actually." He finishes rolling the cigarette and sets it aside, then drops more components into the mortar. "This is mushi repellent. If you've seen those floating, glowing creatures around the carnival - it's to keep those from gathering too much."

B

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya's getting used to all the strange sights of the Carnival by now--really, it's less seeing them and more realizing they're real and not just projections.

Sp he's more curious than alarmed as he peers at the animals, particularly whichever creature Ginko is currently working with.]

Hey. [He waves.] What's that one?

[dontpokethat]

[Ginko looks up from his work - or, more specifically, trying to get the fortunately-debeaked headcrab dislodged from where it's clinging to his pants leg. Feeding this thing can be kind of an ordeal at times.]

This? Ah, it's-- a headcrab, I think it's called. I don't recommend getting too close, it can be... clingy.

[hippocarnival]

It's not a show animal, is it? [It looks so lumpy and... not like it does any tricks.]

[dontpokethat]

Definitely not. [He can't even imagine how that would go.] It's mostly just here for display, y'know? The Ringmaster likes having unusual animals around as attractions.

b!

[kingsroads]

Really, if Ginko doesn't want people to mess with the animals, then that means someone's going to mess with the animals. And that person is Strange. He had dropped by ostensibly to see the fancy chicken, but the monster book of monsters caught his eye the moment he spotted it. A sentient book? Who knows what sort of things would be written in there. He just had to pick it up and read it...

There's a yelp of surprise coming from the monster book's cage as Strange just backs away. When Ginko arrives to see what's up, Strange just points an accusatory finger at the book as he huffs, "The book tried to bite me!"

Which really, isn't something books should do, even if they're magic books. Of course, the only reason it tried to bite Strange was that the magician got the brilliant idea to poke the book in the first place.

[dontpokethat]

Once Ginko sees what happened, he lets out a sigh, shoulder slumping.
Can he not turn his back on that thing for five minutes without someone trying to grab it?

"Yeah, it does that. Did it get you?" He walks closer so that he can look over Strange and the cage to see any sign of injuries or damage. "Y'know, usually, when something is in a cage in the menagerie, it's there for a reason."

[kingsroads]

"It's a book," Strange complains, as he dutifully holds out his hand for Ginko to look at. The teeth scraped against one of his fingers so the skin's torn but thankfully, it's barely bleeding. Idiot'll live.

"I didn't expect a book to have teeth in the first place!"

[dontpokethat]

"Well, this one does. Apparently it's specifically a monster book." Very helpful, Ginko.

"Looks like you should be fine, though." He snorts quietly. "Definitely getting out of this better than the last guy to try and grab it. I gotta put a sign up on that cage or something."

Of course, even if he does, he can only hope that people will actually. You know. Acknowledge it.

B!

[walkonedge]

Like Snake, his involvement with performance week of the Carnival really only picks up closer to showtime hours - during the mad scramble to get people outfitted and to make sure that nothing has been misplaced or to deal with any last minute wardrobe mishaps that might happen.

The rest of the time, he's been cautiously exploring, mostly sticking to the areas that he's familiar with and making sure he knows the ins and outs of the layout.

It's also why this is his first time visiting the menagerie area since his arrival - of course, being a dimension hopping Carnival, Yamato has to admit that some of the animals look... different, from what he's used to seeing. And he's seen quite a few especially since whoever programmed the Digital World also seems to be pretty creative.

He's currently standing in front of the cage for the six headed rat that he knows is definitely part of one of the performances. "Any idea where some of these animals were picked up from?" He points at it. "I mean. We definitely don't have anything like that in my world."

[dontpokethat]

Ginko looks up at the rat king as Yamato points to it, and shifts the bag of feed he's carrying under one arm so he can pat one of its snouts. That head nudges its nose into his palm, while a couple others try to sniff at Yamato through the cage bars.

"Some of 'em, yeah, but this guy has been around since before my time. I'd be surprised if you had seen a rat king before, though; most of the animals here are rare even in their own worlds."

[walkonedge]

He's not surprised that they're rare - they look unique enough to be considered rare, perhaps even rarer than some of the Digimon that he's been able to see thus far.

"Interesting. Is he from yours?" he asks - taking his cue from Ginko to offer a palm to one of the rat king's heads, mimicking him somewhat and hoping that he doesn't get his hand bitten off somehow. "Your world, I mean," he says, clarifying.

[dontpokethat]

He gives a quiet laugh. "Definitely not. We've got some things that I gather are considered strange other places, but... nothing like Rex here."

The rat king leans forward, snuffling at Yamato's hand for a moment before pushing its nose into his palm, and Ginko laughs again and gives its a final pat before stepping toward the enclosure's door. "He might be looking for food. I should deal with that - I can still talk if you want to know more, though."

A

[dorkypantsuit]

"Did you know smoking is bad for you?" Says the Psionic coming up from behind Ginko, his grubbin on his shoulder.

[dontpokethat]

For a moment, Ginko goes tense with surprise - and only partly because he wasn't expecting to be addressed to begin with.

It sounds like the same kind of playful ribbing he's used to from the Psionic, but... it must be leading into something else, right? If Psi wants to make up, he'd be glad to try, but-- he doesn't know what to expect. Or what will be expected from him in return, for that matter.

Ginko glances up for a moment, long enough to take note of the Pokemon on Psi's shoulder, then looks back down at his work. Avoiding eye contact and focusing on what he's doing while talking to people are pretty par for the course for Ginko, anyway.

"Depends on what you're smoking and why. Personally, I kind of like not being swarmed by mushi."

[dorkypantsuit]

The response irritates him, but then again so does the sight of Ginko these days. He ignores the feeling. How he feels doesn't matter anyway.

"So if someone was smoking for fun and not to avoid mushi would you try to stop them?" A question born purely from his own curiosity. Ginko seemed to like butting into other people's lives after all.

[dontpokethat]

"Probably not. If it's mushi tobacco, it's not dangerous, anyway." He pours another mortar's worth of crushed herbs onto a rolling paper.

He doesn't seem to be going right into what happened, then. In fact... if he's still asking about this, does that mean he doesn't intend to? What is he doing, then?

Dealing with pseudo-magical infections was so much easier than this whole... friendship thing. Assuming they're still friends at all.

"You going anywhere with this?"