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 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.]

[vagabone]

[He should just stop talking to people. Stay in his shack all day and become the wild skeletal hermit of Enso. Because it seems every single person has something horrible to tell him.

Anyway, that explains why a perfectly normal man from Japan now has fur and... rocks stuck to him. And a tail.]

Oh, that's... [Awful!!]

...I hope she got what was coming to her, amigo.

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko lets out sort of a sighing laugh, quiet and dry.]

I appreciate the sentiment.

[Last he was there, it didn't seem to be likely. But he appreciates the thought nonetheless.]

For now, I'd settle for more of us from there getting out.

[Whether they ended up home, or here.]

...Even if getting back may not be simple, the fact that it's possible to move between worlds must count for something. The more we can learn about how it works, the better our chances are of getting to where we want to be.

[vagabone]

[He's thinking out loud here, chin on hand... hm.]

It's these gods yanking us around, which means it's not something we can learn to do. Whichever one brought us to the island hasn't spoken to any of us, right?

[A frustrated sigh.] Ay, I don't know. I'm the new guy around here and I'm in way over my head.

[onegreeneye]

Not that I know of. But, I know the Storyteller is working with us on that... maybe they'll be able to sort this out, or at least get us in contact with someone who can.

[Like some kind of interdimensional bureaucracy shit that he really wishes he didn't have to think about.]

Yeah, it can, uh... take some getting used to. All of it. But, before long you should be as caught up as any of us. [He smiles apologetically.]