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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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walkonedge: (our unreliable wings now allow us to fly)

[personal profile] walkonedge 2017-04-20 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
walkonedge: (our unreliable wings now allow us to fly)

[personal profile] walkonedge 2017-04-30 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It feels... a little odd, to say the least. He's not really very much an animal person, and perhaps he's been more than a little spoilt because most of the Digimon that he'd encountered spoke in human languages, which made communication much, much easier.

So he's indeed thrown a little for a loop when the rat king pushed its nose into his palm, and it takes Ginko's explanation before it registers and he reacts, withdrawing his hand almost sheepishly. Right. This technically isn't really his job, he's just being curious.

He's considerate enough to step back, give Ginko a bit more space to step towards the enclosure's door. "Ah, I shouldn't really get in your way. I'd be okay with watching, if you don't mind me hanging around."
walkonedge: (i want to be stronger and protect you)

[personal profile] walkonedge 2017-05-17 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs. It reminds him of how the Digimon get sometimes, when they were scrambling for convenience store junk food or whatever kind of treats that they happened to have lying around. Koushiro had taken to stocking the fridge in his office with junk food for that very reason.

"It eats a lot, then?" He asks, noting the amount of food that Ginko has dumped into the trough. "... I mean, six heads. They have to be good at sharing, at least."