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]

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.]

[vagabone]

[At least there's no paperwork involved??

He stares off to the side for a moment, then shakes his head and refocuses.]

Whatever, enough depressing stuff, we can't do anything about it right this minute. So, anyway, you say you saw television in Ryslig...? Earth TV or was it something more, uh, local?

[Some people are subtle and others...]

[onegreeneye]

Ah, definitely local. But, honestly, I didn't watch much; my brother just showed me a couple of his movies.

[He's not sure what makes a movie count as "good", but he's fairly sure those ones were not.]

[vagabone]

[That's okay, they can be clueless together.]

Oh yeah? That's neat. What were they about?

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko snorts quietly.] Usually about stupid young people being menaced by a terrifying plant man - which would be my brother, of course.

It was actually pretty funny to anyone who knew him. [Ginko knows Henry could hold his own if he had to, of course. He could be pretty alarming, in fact. But he was still... Henry.]

[vagabone]

Is he not very scary? Too much of a sweetheart?

[Hah, that is funny. He'd also be terrible at it.]

Might be fun, being the monster chasing everyone around... but we're all skeletons where I came from, it's not really creepy anymore.

[onegreeneye]

More like... too much of a mumbly mess. He could be scary, sometimes, but not really in the way he was supposed to be in the movies.

Hah, right - that seems like the excitement would wear off after a while.

[vagabone]

Living people start to look weird after twenty years or so. At least they did for me.

[Heyyy...]

You know, that'd be a pretty funny movie. The living menace chasing a bunch of poor skeletons around.

[onegreeneye]

Must make hanging around here kind of rough. [Lots and lots of living people.]

You think so?

[vagabone]

A little bit, at first. Course, the first person I met here was Muffet... I thought she was some kind of alien.

[Which he's not ashamed to admit. What else are you supposed to think when you meet a purple lady with five eyes?]

It might make someone laugh.

[onegreeneye]

[That gets a quiet snort.] I can only imagine that. Though, as personality goes, she's probably one of the best people to help someone get their bearings here, huh.

Yeah, I bet it would. Sorry, I'm just not a great judge, of, uh... comedic potential.