MUSHI DISASTER

[dontpokethat]

Who: Anyone and everyone; it’s a mingle-style log!
What: A sudden spike in the mushi population brings some trouble to the carnival.
When: Around day 87-90
Where: All around the carnival
Warnings: Illness, potentially some minor body horror, and so on



[Following the recent disappearance of Ginko and Tanyuu’s mushi repellent, there will be a sudden increase in the number of mushi in the carnival this week.

This is a mingle-style log, so just post a toplevel, tag out, and have fun with mushi disasters! Event information and questions are here.]

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[fragileandsoft]

It takes way too long for Greg to figure out that the problem isn't just him. He's heard about these mushi things before, but hadn't expected the problems to be so... direct.

Even after Greg's realization, however, he feels the need to wait to go to Ginko until nightfall--the shades simply aren't strong enough to protect him from the sun anymore. Of course, that doesn't mean Greg abandons the sunglasses. By the second evening even moonlight is too painful to look at without protection.

He raps at Ginko's trailer door with urgent little knocks, praying he's not waking anyone up, and praying deeper that they aren't out working. He's not sure he can take the blazing starlight long enough to track them down.

[dontpokethat]

Ginko pulls the door open only a moment after Greg first knocks; he's already got a bag of supplies slung over his shoulder, having been stopping by the trailer to pick up more remedies before heading out again. Greg came by just in time, really.

His ears give a small flick as he looks Greg over. "Hey-- something wrong?"

[fragileandsoft]

"Oh, good, you're here, I..." Greg trails off a moment as he recognizes the plants growing all over Ginko. Considering Greg's sprouted more than a few flowers of his own, it's nigh impossible for him to assume whether that's a mushi affect or just another thing that happens.

He refocuses, pushing up his sunglasses again to protect from any lights inside Ginko's trailer. "Uh, sorry, to bother you so late. But... I think I've got a problem. With those things you were talking about. The mushi?"

[dontpokethat]

He shakes his head, stepping outside the rest of the way to look Greg over, concerned. "It's no problem. What's going on?"

...Well, there's one obvious thing that's a little off here. "This have anything to do with the sunglasses?" Not the kind of fashion choice he'd expect from Greg, from what he's seen of the guy.

[fragileandsoft]

Greg taps at a tusk, a little embarrassed. "I... thought I was just having headaches, or migraines... it wasn't until Steven came back earlier I thought it might be something else." It must be so obvious to an expert like Ginko. Looking back, he ought to have realized something was wrong so much sooner. "It's gotten out of control. Everything looks crazy bright, it's driving me bananas."

[dontpokethat]

Sure enough, that explanation is about enough for Ginko to work out what's wrong. "So... light is causing you pain, then. Alright, how long has this been going on?"

[fragileandsoft]

"Yesterday morning. Or--what time is it. I guess it's the day before yesterday by now? U-uh, about, about two days, anyway." He scratches at his neck, trying to read Ginko's expression. "Is it... you know it? Can those things really do that?"

[dontpokethat]

"Two days... alright, we should be catching it early enough, then." That's good to hear, at least. "Some can. In this case, my guess would be that you've picked up a manakonoyami; they multiply in darkness, so they'll make light hurt their host's eyes."

[fragileandsoft]

"Multiply? Multiply where? Oh geez, no, I don't want to know that." As creepy as it is imagining bugs squirming around in his eyes or wherever, the technical explanation would only make the image worse. "Eurgh. S-so, what can I do? Is it--Steven needed to stay warm, do I need to stay in the light?" Please say no, that sounds terrible right now.

[dontpokethat]

Well, he had been all ready to explain, but never mind then.

"No, actually; unlike tokoyuki, manakonoyami can be driven out with medication. If you want to come in, I can get you some now." Fortunately, the actual treatments for mushi infections hadn't been stolen.

[fragileandsoft]

For the first time, Greg feels he can breathe a little easier. "Oh man. Thank you, Ginko. You're a real hero." He hesitates just a moment before stepping in. "It's not a problem, is it? You were about to head out somewhere..." Just the knowledge that there's a treatment at all made everything feel a lot less urgent.

[dontpokethat]

"Not at all. I was just going to go see who needed to be treated, anyway; this is actually more convenient."

Once Greg is in, he closes the door - and makes sure all the lights are off in the trailer. He doesn't actually need them to see, and since he's already in the process of handling Greg's infection, there's no need to worry about the mushi multiplying in the dark.