in the middle of summer [ OPEN MINGLE ]

[postictal]

Who: Anyone!
What: Catch-all Denny mingle for the last week or so of July
When: Anytime between July 25th and July 31st
Where: Denny
Warnings: Label your stuff if it comes up



[Feel free to use this as a catch-all for whatever your character might conceivably be doing here. Are they loitering outside? Delivering supplies/food? Helping improve the place because god it certainly needs it? Cooking? Socializing? Eating? Just wanting to booze it up? GO WILD.]

[There are nominal rules but if you don't get caught you don't have to deal with them, so you do you.]

Comments

[onegreeneye]

[Oh, hey, it's that... talking skeleton with hair? Which is a combination of traits that Ginko is still getting used to, but the guy seems alright.

Which is why Ginko approaches him when it comes time to look for somewhere to sit down while he eats.] Hey - this spot taken?

[vagabone]

[Beats running around bald for an entire afterlife. A skeleton has the right to feel handsome.

Ginko doesn't exactly look normal himself, but at least he doesn't have five eyes.]

Nope, it's all yours.

[onegreeneye]

Thanks. [He slides into the seat, taking a quick bite of his food before speaking up. No, he doesn't think to swallow first, but at least he's still understandable when he speaks.]

You're pretty new around here, right? What do you think so far?

[There's a sort of amused wryness to the question, because, well... he really is curious, but it feels a little ridiculous to ask this as if Hector had just moved into a new town and not been transported to a barely-inhabited magic island.]

[vagabone]

[His friendly grin is wiped off his face in an instant. That right there is a doozy of a question, one that deserves some sarcasm. Anything else would practically be criminal.]

I love it, it's been great. Best vacation anyone could hope for. The demon elevator, the plague island nobody will stay off of, being dragged away from my family again...

[Something seems to have broken Héctor's arm and leg, which are all wrapped up in duct tape, and his clothes are in pretty pathetic shape. Must have been Upsy.]

[onegreeneye]

[Oh whoops. He hopes that wasn't a mistake.]

Yeah, you... really did turn up at a pretty rough time. Sorry to hear you ran into that thing. [He has heard tell of the 'demon elevator' and honestly? That sounds absolutely awful. Arguably worse than the plague island.]

...Sorry about your family, too. Hopefully we'll be able to find a way out of here so you can see them again.

[Assuming he ends up back in his world and not in some other interdimensional bullshit, but, listen, Ginko is trying to be encouraging here.]

[vagabone]

[He sighs, somehow, and shrugs, looking a little less of a grump.]

Eh. Not your fault, you didn't kidnap me. [Honestly, why would anyone kidnap Héctor? What is he good for??] People do make it out, I hear. We just don't know how or when.

[onegreeneye]

But I am the one who asked.

They do. Be nice if we could figure out some kind of a pattern to it, but I guess we can settle for knowing it happens in the meantime.

[And it's certainly nicer to imagine that they're going home, wherever that may be for them, than yet another strange world.]

[vagabone]

If anyone does figure it out, I want to be the first to know.

[Please. Please. Any day may be his last. Is it too much to ask that he's able to spend it with his family?!]

[onegreeneye]

I'll let you know if I can find anything out.

[His hope of getting some solid answers may be waning, but he's never been one to give up entirely on the possibility of finding the truth. ...He just hopes the truth will be something they can actually use to their advantage.]

Mind if I ask where you're from?

[vagabone]

Santa Cecilia, Oaxaca, Mexico.

[He shrugs, not really expecting that to mean a thing to the other man. It's an awfully small town... and Ginko's not human. Another monster like Muffet?]

In life and in death. What about you?

[onegreeneye]

I've... heard of Mexico, I think. [The rest, yeah, he has no clue.

The confirmation that this guy is, in fact, actually literally dead does raise some questions, but Ginko can shelve them for the moment while he answers his question.] Japan, originally. [No more specific than that, just... Japan.] Hadn't been there in a while even before I ended up here, though.

[vagabone]

[The look on his face says he doesn't believe Ginko--not yet. Since when is Japan full of furry fanged whatsits?]

At least you're from the right planet.

[onegreeneye]

[Ha ha ha yeah he's. Not surprised. He doesn't exactly look human these days.

Not that that means he'll actually explain just yet. He'll get to it when he gets to it, it's fine, probably.]

Ha, yeah. Seems like people around here come from so many places, it can be a shock just to find someone from the same world. Let alone time, country...

[vagabone]

[He's being a big fat hypocrite about Ginko's inhuman looks anyway. Don't be a jerk, Héctor.]

Time, right, someone mentioned different times... It was November, last I checked.

[onegreeneye]

Mm-hm.

[He can't... actually keep himself from sounding sort of amused. Sorry, Hector, it's not you, it's just that he's... had this conversation a few times before.]

What year?

[vagabone]

[How dare that be a totally sensible question. How dare you, Enso. Grump grump.]

...2017.

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko nods.]

1873, last I was there.

[He almost sounds apologetic.]

[vagabone]

Huh. Almost thirty years before I was born.

[Weird and yet not--plenty of dead people from the 1800s are still hanging around. The normal way, not the messed-up-island-time-travel way.]

Hey, that means you've never seen a radio or a television. Right?

[onegreeneye]

But it was... 2017 before you ended up here? How old are-- [He pauses.] How... long have you been... around?

[He's not sure how much age can be taken into account when the man he's talking to is apparently dead.]

I have, actually - the last world I was in had them.

[vagabone]

Relax, you can say 'how old are you', us skeletons still remember our birthdays. And you know... who doesn't like to party?

[The boring sort of dead people, that's who.]

A hundred and sixteen years. Almost seventeen.

[His metaphorical brain catches up with his mouth and he looks surprised.] The... last world? You were somewhere else that's not Earth before this?

[onegreeneye]

Ah, sorry - I'll keep that in mind. [No word on parties, because, well. He's got mixed feelings on those, himself.

He nods slightly at Hector's answer - and then more firmly at his question.] For two years. The country was called Ryslig; I... don't know what the rest of the world was like, but it certainly wasn't my Earth.

[vagabone]

How did you get there? And from there to here?

...How many worlds are out there?

[So. Many. Questions.]

[onegreeneye]

...I don't know.

[Sorry, Hector. He can't give much useful insight there.]

I woke up in a hospital there, with a good number of other people, and we were told we were pulled out of the bay. I was there for two years, then I washed up on the beach. Don't remember setting foot near the ocean either time.

[He shrugs vaguely, his tail flicking against the ground.] A lot, it sounds like. Seems like a number of people around here are from different worlds; some have gotten tossed between them before, like me.

...Sorry. This probably isn't very reassuring.

[vagabone]

[No. It's really not. He doesn't want more bad news--he just wants to go home.

He's almost always slouching, like a very tired hundred year old teenager, but right now it's a little more obvious.]

I didn't think it would be. Did you find out why you were there? At that Ryslig place?

[onegreeneye]

Not for sure. But it seemed that one of the gods there had brought us to the peninsula. Apparently, she decided to make 'monsters' as... soldiers, in some conflict with another god.

[He's kept his voice pretty steady for a while there, but... at that, he can't quite keep a note of bitterness from creeping in.]