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lostcarnival2016-10-18 11:50 pm
osteothropy) wrote in lostcarnival2016-10-18 11:50 pm
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[CLOSED] sick like a dog
Who: Ginko, Tanyuu, and unfortunately Sans.
When: The morning after. (Season 1 : Day 2)
Where: Outside Weedhaus.
What: Sans has a bad night so the Mushishi have a bad morning.
Warnings: Alcohol, problematic drinking.
Well, if he was going to run away from something he was going to do it right. After his discovery the night before, he abandoned the party all together, and took his pack with him. It was late enough. Whatever. He would risk it.
He made sure to take his flask with him.
At first he just wanted to throw up, as the reality of it sank in. There was no going back now. There was no way to fix it, except with time or one hell of a stellar deal. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to solve the problem, and none of the others were ever supposed to know what he'd done to get there.
There was nothing he could do. He'd have to face him eventually. Yet, when the thing he most vividly remembers is seeing his brother fall into dust due to his own pointed negligence, what could he even say, now that time has worn away the comfort of his emotional disconnect?
Why didn't he even try?
The memories creep up on him too quickly, and in far too great a number. He has to do something to stop it, to distract himself, before it consumes him all together. He drinks as much as he can manage, and then sets off into the woods, stripping off his clothing. They'd just get in the way, for this. It hurts when it happens, but that's fine - it just takes his mind off of things.
The rest of the night is a blur, until around the point that he goes back to normal and starts feeling unbearably ill and tired. He knows he's wound up near the trailer park, where he left his hoodie, and he manages to get it on himself before staggering around beneath the light of dawn, and eventually dropping all together near the most recent place he'd considered going.
He falls asleep right there, and the rest of the pack curls up around him and do similar. By the time it's fully morning, he's just pantless and snoozing uneasily in a pile of skeleton dogs, right outside of Ginko and Tanyuu's trailer. All of them are coated in a layer of ashy dust.
When: The morning after. (Season 1 : Day 2)
Where: Outside Weedhaus.
What: Sans has a bad night so the Mushishi have a bad morning.
Warnings: Alcohol, problematic drinking.
Well, if he was going to run away from something he was going to do it right. After his discovery the night before, he abandoned the party all together, and took his pack with him. It was late enough. Whatever. He would risk it.
He made sure to take his flask with him.
At first he just wanted to throw up, as the reality of it sank in. There was no going back now. There was no way to fix it, except with time or one hell of a stellar deal. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to solve the problem, and none of the others were ever supposed to know what he'd done to get there.
There was nothing he could do. He'd have to face him eventually. Yet, when the thing he most vividly remembers is seeing his brother fall into dust due to his own pointed negligence, what could he even say, now that time has worn away the comfort of his emotional disconnect?
Why didn't he even try?
The memories creep up on him too quickly, and in far too great a number. He has to do something to stop it, to distract himself, before it consumes him all together. He drinks as much as he can manage, and then sets off into the woods, stripping off his clothing. They'd just get in the way, for this. It hurts when it happens, but that's fine - it just takes his mind off of things.
The rest of the night is a blur, until around the point that he goes back to normal and starts feeling unbearably ill and tired. He knows he's wound up near the trailer park, where he left his hoodie, and he manages to get it on himself before staggering around beneath the light of dawn, and eventually dropping all together near the most recent place he'd considered going.
He falls asleep right there, and the rest of the pack curls up around him and do similar. By the time it's fully morning, he's just pantless and snoozing uneasily in a pile of skeleton dogs, right outside of Ginko and Tanyuu's trailer. All of them are coated in a layer of ashy dust.
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And stops short, staring at the pile of unfortunately familiar bones all but crushing one of the bushes. She pauses for several very long moments, then sighs and closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose before calling back towards the bunk-end of the trailer.
"Ginko! Can you bring one of our spare blankets up here?"
She doesn't want to slither back over herself is the has to, really.
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He hauls himself out of bed and grabs a blanket, already holding it out by the time he reaches the door. "Here y'go. Mind if I ask--"
--Oh.
And that would be Sans sleeping pantsless outside their trailer.
"--why."
His tone comes out completely flat and he is definitely no longer asking about the blanket.
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"Who even knows. I thought he'd been getting better about his drinking."
Once she's looped around and her tail is mostly out of the trailer, she considers the pile for a moment longer before sighing, flapping the blanket out fully and letting it fall over all of them.
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It's not really clear whose tail it is, though, with all of them piled in together. The soft rattle of a growl comes from beneath the blanket, and Roman reacts to that added energy by letting out a weird skeleton bark.
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Ginko steps down to the ground and crouches next to the now-blanketed skeleton pile. He lifts the edge up a little so Roman can see, giving a quiet snort. "Just us, guys."
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"Bones or not, you lot are going to catch a chill one of these days."
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Without pausing to apologize, Roman wriggles out of the pile and starts circling around the two of then excitedly, the others rolling with that sudden lack of support. The whole bone mound shifts so Sans is actually partially exposed, and he blearily cracks open a pupil-less socket as he ends up draped ungracefully over Times's back.
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He glances down at Sans when the Warden is suddenly visible and raises an eyebrow. "'Morning."
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Tanyuu laughs and straightens up a bit, watching Roman with good humor and reaching out to give them a good scratch should he stop for a moment. When Sans is exposed she casts him an amused look.
"I wasn't aware we had been hosting an after-party out here."
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But he can't pull it off. He looks up at Ginko, and then at Tanyuu, his eye lights hazily reforming. They flicker as if reflecting his uncertainty and his feeling of illness, and folds over onto his side, converting his mouth with a hand like he's trying not to throw up.
"Shit," he says, and his voice shakes.
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"You okay?" He glances over at Tanyuu. "Should we get him inside?"
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"What happened?"
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"It's... nuthin, it's not..." He falls down onto one knee, and has to brace himself against New's side. He pauses, and then closes his eyes, putting a hand to his face as his bones shake.
"'m stuck, aren't I? This is it."
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"Alright, c'mon. Should really get you inside before trying to talk about this."
Whatever "this" is.
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"It is definitely not 'nothing', Sans."
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He crosses his arms over his ribcage as his dogs get up and start circling eagerly around Ginko's feet, New growling in warning the moment that Ginko touches their master. The three of them seem uneasy, like they sense Sans's disquiet.
For that moment, he's so crippled by the return of last nights terrible guilt that he can't bring himself to do or say anything but to just passively stare into space and let the two of them just do whatever suits them.
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He steps up to re-enter the trailer, glancing over his shoulder at Tanyuu. "Should we leave the door open? It make make these guys more comfortable, but I'm not sure we want them coming in here..."
He may not mind Sans's dogs, but he's not sure that having three giant skeleton hounds nosing around among all the plants in the house would be a good idea.
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She looks from Ginko down to the pack and back, then sighs and shrugs, gesturing for Ginko to head on inside. "Even if we try to keep them out, they'll get in before I'm fully inside anyway."
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"S'fine," he says, and momentarily blinks out of sight, functionally dropping himself down to the floor. He stumbles, tripping forward onto a knee, his head still swimming. He puts a hand to his skull, his claws scraping against bone as he stares at the trailer floor in front of it.
"I got it, okay? I'm getting it."
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Ginko had been heading for the bedroom, intending to set Sans down on an actual bed instead of the freaking ground, when he felt the already-slight weight in his arms suddenly disappear. Oh goddammit.
He crouches down next to Sans again, frowning. "No, you're not getting anything. Sans, you need to rest, and you shouldn't be trying to go anywhere right now."
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"Sans, please. At least sit down, you can barely even stand as it is!" She moves up a bit closer, and quickly folds the larger blanket in two before draping it around Sans's shoulders.