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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.

(( OOC: If you want to do something else, hit me up at [ profile] omixgirl10 or on discord! (Maggie#9624) ))
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2017-04-20 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2017-04-23 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
He stops short, looking surprised for a moment before a flicker of frustration strikes. He doesn't respond immediately because he actually doesn't want to be rude, but he doesn't know what to make of a comment like that. He frowns, glancing away. His grubbin, as though sensing something's bothering him, begins to click its pincers in concern.

"I just wanted to have a conversation."
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2017-04-23 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head, glancing to Grubbin. He pets the bug's head with a hand as though to calm him. It's really only the waking spewpa that stops him from leaving then. She's cute, almost as cute as Grubbin. Almost.

"That's a pokemon, isn't it?"
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2017-04-25 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"This is Grubbin. He doesn't have a name yet." He nods to the pokemon on his shoulder and the grubbin clicks it's pincers happily at Ginko in way of introduction. Psi reaches over, moving grubbin so he can grasp the pokemon in his arms. There's a lot he could say about grubbin and he hasn't been hesitant to tell anyone about him, but with Ginko it feels awkward to share that kind of information. He wasn't really sure where the line was between them now, and he didn't want to get told off a second time.

"He's... He kind of looks like a larval troll I guess, so I thought that was cute." He trails off, looking frustrated again as he looks down at his own pokemon before glancing back to Miu again. She looked like a bug type too, maybe not a larva though. Was her cloak supposed to be her cocoon? Ginko was probably at the Carnival when Psi inadvertently (re?)pupated to grew his wings in, so the human probably knows a bit about trolls, and therefore the Psionic's, bug-like nature.
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2017-04-28 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head no, getting more frustrated with the conversation as time goes one. Why did he even come over here to talk to Ginko?

"No... Never really had to name anyone before. Except my lusus I guess."

He wanted it to be a troll name, but he also wanted it to be a pun. That made his options limited.
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2017-04-28 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, Biclops." he says, dumb oaf of a lusus that he was. It'd been a long time since he'd thought about his lusus. He'd try to be a good own to little grubbin though. He shrugs at Ginko's suggestion.

"I'll think of something. Might just take me a while."