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November Undercurrent: And We Give Thanks

NOVEMBER UNDERCURRENT

Who: Everyone!
What: Have you told someone you loved them yet?
When: November 3rd to November 20th
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: Nothing of note; please mark if anything comes up!

Take Me Back to the Reasons Why
The Water wishes to demonstrate their power to you, as well as just what they mean, when they suggest that they require your cooperation. They are going to bring back the harvest island of Nuidan, a generally fondly remembered island that explorers have encountered in the past. What's more, they're going to require your help to do it.

Starting November 3rd, characters will discover a simple strip of dark leather among their belongings, meant to be worn around the neck or wrist. They can disregard it, of course, but if they attempt to discard or destroy it, it will always find its way back to them, no matter how improbable this might seem. How strange...

Perhaps even stranger is the sudden appearance of a smooth slab of stone, half-submerged in the waters just off of Ensō's coast. It's an altar, and around its edges are a series of deep notches, as though something is meant to be inserted into them. In its center is a pool of water, though it curiously doesn't seem to reflect anything.

The purpose of this will only really become obvious once the month goes on. Characters will find themselves to compelled to be honest with the people around them as to why they care, why they appreciate them as people, or what they like most about them. This compulsion can vary wildly and at the player's discretion, from a gentle mental pressure to an unstoppable force, and anything in between!

The bottom line is that every time one admits to some feeling of gratitude, no matter how small or big, their little plait of leather will receive a crystal from the interaction. All crystals will be roughly the same shape, but they may vary in color, pattern, and texture. Some might be simple sticks of quartz, while others might be comprised of myriad, ever-changing swirls of color. Again, the only limit here is your imagination.

Now the presence of that strange, altar-shaped stone in the water might make a bit more sense. Those notches in its sides are the perfect size and shape to fit a crystal smoothly into any one of them. The more grateful interactions one has with others, the more crystals they will gather, and the more they can fit into the altar. As more crystals are fed to the altar, it will start to glow. The pool of water at the altar's top will start to reflect the likeness island of Nuidan in increasing clarity, as though one is peering at its likeness in a snowglobe. What's more is that the number of crystals in the altar will very obviously affect Nuidan's state: very few crystals will make the island look as though it is mostly wilderness only a handful of structures in dire need of repair, while a great deal of crystals will cause the island to look as though it is thriving, in full bloom, and in more need of harvest than maintenance.

But, ultimately, the state in which Nuidan returns to you is up to you...and how far you're willing to go to express a little gratitude. Don't worry if you don't know anyone, either - this marks a great opportunity to start doing nice things for people, even if you don't know them! You've got most of the month to get to know each other, after all.

Don't think you can get away with heaping compliments on your closest friends and companions, however; variety is the name of the game here. While you can collect all sorts of crystals for personal use from repeat interactions, you can only feed one crystal to the altar per person. That is to say, Character A can be as grateful to Character B as they like, but only one crystal from each character can be delivered to the altar. If they want to procure more for the altar's purposes, Character A will have to have a positive interaction with Character C, and so on.

Take Me Back to That Big Sky

Of course, there's a lot going on in the background as well. You're free to use this log as a catch-all for the duration of November's Undercurrent Event, as well as the other minor events listed on our Monthly Rundown post. You are very, very free to let your dreams about creepers and baby lorbies become reality, and you are always free to create your own individual logs and posts as needed.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them over on our Monthly Rundown post!

November Timeline

[ ♆ ] November 3rd: "And We Give Thanks" begins and lasts until November 20th
[ ♆ ] November 4th: "Aw, Man" begins and lasts until November 12th
[ ♆ ] November 11th: "The Lorblings" begins and lasts until November 25th
[ ♆ ] November 20th: Nuidan returns to the archipelago
[ ♆ ] November 21st: "Return to Your Roots" begins and lasts until November 30th

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"I don't want you to do that. I'd miss you. I'm not the only one who would."

So very sincere. For all his faults, he almost always is once he starts in with the sappiness. Moving, walking, caring. It's not something he can switch off, things would have been so much easier if he could.

"Not sure what you could possibly do to disappoint me, Ginko." It's always been the other way around. "It won't happen. Alright?"

Ginko can't pull together a reply to that first part; it's probably true, and he knows that. Right now, Hector still likes him, as he knows some others do.

That promise, however, only makes dread burst in his lungs again. He answers almost immediately, halfway afraid that Hector will somehow hear how tightly he's gripping his stone. "Don't say that."

The best he can hope for is that it's a mere platitude, without any true substance. But, if Hector really means that-- if Ginko lets himself believe it, that will only set them both up to fall harder.

"...Okay, okay, I won't say it again."

It's going to be too damn long before he makes it up the mountain. Pity his tigerlily doesn't mind him well enough to be ridden, then he'd be there in no time.

"I'm not... expecting anything from you, you know? Just be yourself."

He's still got his wits about him enough, at least, to regret that-- that maybe it came out too sharply, or that he shouldn't have said anything at all. Shit, even now he can't keep from screwing up.

"...Sorry." He's curled up about as tightly as he can be while sitting up like this, and he still feels like he's taking up too much space. He suspects his claws are starting to bruise his leg by now.

Ginko lets out a shaky breath - once more, almost a laugh, if not quite there - and shifts to rest his forehead on one knee. "What if I don't want to be?"

A pause. Sounds like he had to clamber over something--a log, blocking the best path he can find. Mountain. It happens. There are no good trails that he can pick out.

"Then I guess that makes two of us. Do you really want to be alone?"

Hector is struggling. Ginko can tell that much from here. Hector is going to so much effort to find him, to try and help him. He should really be more appreciative. He shouldn't feel so guilty about his friend wanting to help him.

But Hector shouldn't feel like he has to help him. Ginko shouldn't be breaking down like this, he should be able to keep himself together.

He pulls in a deep breath and makes another attempt to stop shaking. "I... don't know."

That's a lot of the problem, when it comes down to it.

"I don't... know what I want."

"I don't think you want to be alone. I think ten years from now you'll be glad you weren't."

So. Ginko won't be left alone. He can argue till he's blue in the face, Héctor's not turning back. Making a difference for a living person... perhaps that's the entire reason he's here. Not that it makes the entire mess worth it, no. He'd never have the willpower to go so much as one step further away from his beloved Coco, no matter how much he cares about Ginko and the others he's met. He'll hike a mountain for the guy... but he wouldn't stay one second longer than he has to.

Maybe that's why whoever or whatever is in charge isn't giving him a choice.

Will he? Ginko supposes it's not impossible that he'll be glad for the company later, but he can't very well take it as a certainty. Not when every fiber of his being is screaming that he should keep moving, drag himself as deep into the mountains as he has to go to keep anyone else from having to deal with him.

Too bad he's still stuck in place, shaking. And too bad Hector's trying to find him; if he keeps moving now, Hector will only end up wandering out here for longer. Whether it makes sense or not, after all, it's pretty clear by now that he doesn't intend to give up before finding Ginko.

He shudders, another wave of revulsion running through his chest and squeezing his lungs - disgust at himself, at what he's let happen, what he's made happen. He hangs around people, and he screws up. He gets away from people, they only go to extra effort to follow him. It's not like it's the first time that's happened, but that doesn't make it any less agonizing.

"What if I did want to be alone after all? What if you're wrong?"

Silence over the stone. No voice, that is. What if he is? What if he's the one ruining things? Not for the sake of crossing a bridge this time, not for Coco, not for any excusable reason... simply because he's an idiot and he always will be.

"Wouldn't be the first time." he says heavily after a few minutes. "I'm wrong a lot, I've made so many mistakes. And I... I know I've chased people longer than I should have in the past. You really want me to back off or are you still trying to save me the walk?"

If he knew the answer to that, he could give it; he could agree to let Hector come up, or he could tell him outright to go away. It's not like he has trouble being blunt when he knows what he wants to say.

However.

"I don't know." The answer comes out in an exhausted, exasperated hiss. He's not angry, doesn't feel that now too-familiar welling of fury inside him - but all he is feels like a hollow, cracking shell. Like he might crumble at any moment, and that crumbling might be more dangerous than anger, whether to Hector or to Ginko himself.

There's a pause on Ginko's end, a low breath and the shifting and crunching of fur and crystal on stone as he readjusts to lean more against one side of the crevice. When he speaks again, what little force he had mustered a moment ago is gone. "I can't speak for whatever may have happened before. But I need you to know you're not the problem right now. I don't know what'll happen if anyone comes here right now, not just you."

"Okay. That's okay. Whatever happens, happens. Just..."

It's so terrible to imagine he doesn't want to say it. Doesn't want to give Ginko any ideas he didn't already have. He breathes in sharply, audible by the rattling of his ribs, and takes the plunge.

"Don't get hurt, alright? Can you do that?"

Well, at least Hector managed to avoid saying anything that hadn't already crossed Ginko's mind (or burrowed in and stayed there, weighing in his skull like a rock). He probably could have been more explicit, actually, but Ginko can see why he might want to avoid that.

There's a brief moment before he responds, one of exhausted understanding, but it is very brief. This isn't the kind of thing Hector should have to wait to get an answer to. "Alright. I'll stay right here."

And Hector can come or go as he pleases.

Eventually, almost two hours later, the skeleton man himself has made it, stumbling over a rock and finally spotting Ginko. He's exhausted, of course, but that's old news. Today's hike is no worse than those expeditions he used to tag along on, even back before his fractures were healed. Same story, different day, he'll never not be tired.

He eases himself down next to Ginko, whatever state he's in, and... doesn't say a word. Just two old fellows, sitting around...

He really doesn't seem to be injured, at least. Just sitting in a crevice in the cliff face with his tail wrapped loosely around himself, his limbs pulled in close. If Hector looks close enough, he might be able to see the slight tremor in Ginko's arms and chest when he breathes - but he's not hurt. He doesn't respond when Hector sits down next to him, either, not beyond a slight flick of one ear.

Eventually he speaks up, though only very quietly. "Don't know how you do this."

He's resting his chin on his crossed arms, sitting and staring vaguely at nothing in particular. It's such a relief to know the guy's in one piece, honestly. If anyone can feed himself in the middle of nowhere, it's Ginko, and it won't be the end of the world if both of them end up sleeping on the ground. They could stay out here indefinitely. So... well, he'll think of something eventually.

The barest shadow of a smile. "I'm a lot older than you, for one thing."

"'S what I don't get." It seems an awful lot to Ginko like the older he gets, the less he can bring himself to do. He knows, of course, that there are still plenty of people who would consider him kind of a stubborn ass, and maybe there's some truth there - but, sometimes, it feels to him like he caves so easily, there's barely a point to trying at all.

The question is whether he's actually ended up easy to put off, or if he just expects himself to be more stubborn. He's not really sure which would be worse, given how badly the times when he doesn't back off can go.

"You said you've chased people for longer than you should, and I get that much. I just don't see how you don't give up."

"I... can't." he says, without a moment's thought. Speaking from the heart, with every fiber of his being. "I tell myself I should, it's hopeless. I never deserved my girls in the first place..." And he knows it, oh, he does. He never deserved to be happy with them... Imelda would certainly agree, he thinks, and perhaps spend time with him anyway, after that wonderful wild night. It brings an aching smile to his face.

"But it's the only thing I have left. Seems like I went the opposite way, I tried harder instead of quitting. The crazier my plans got, the more trouble I caused people, the more determined I was. As if I had to make all the stupid things I'd done worth it, so that I could live with myself. Or maybe it could have been..." Hell. Talking about this is not going to help Ginko. Is it? "You know. My time was running out. I didn't want to disappear without having seen her one last time."

He supposes that explains it, at least in part. Hector has personal reason to keep pushing at people, unlike Ginko; whatever excuses he may have given people in the past, he barely knows himself at times. Despite claims made now and then to satisfy those who couldn't accept not getting an answer, it never seems to make much impact on how he feels about himself. And he certainly hasn't been paid to help people out in quite some time (or, sometimes, even when it was his job).

Then again, as far as potential reasons not being applicable anymore...

"What about here?"

Getting into everyone's business won't get Hector back to his own world. Following Ginko into the mountains won't get him any closer to his daughter. Hector has a reason, but it's not one that means much here, so far as Ginko can tell.

"You mean... why do I keep showing up to pester you?" So that's what Ginko meant, not his decades of frantic attempts to cross that damn bridge. It hadn't really occurred to him a few hours of hiking would be considered exceptional in any way...

"It's not that deep. I like you, that's all. You're not a disappointment, I can't even imagine why you think that. We hang out, we play cards, talk nonsense, and I know you'd help me out if I ever needed it, you always have. Even when I was a stranger. Remember the flower curse?"

Ginko's brow creases, just slightly. It's as brief and understated as a lot of his expressions, but, if he catches it, Hector might be able to recognize it as a flash of confusion.

They play cards, which Hector could do with anyone. They talk nonsense, which he could do with anyone, and they would probably be more fun about it than Ginko is, worn-down as he is.

Ginko would help him. Of course he would. But he can't see what that has to do with Hector choosing to spend free time around him, going to this much effort to talk to him - it's just something he does, and it's only worth so much. Especially when, so often, there's so little he can do.

"...Of course I'd help you. I don't see what that's got to do with it."

Or why Hector likes him to begin with. But that's the kind of thing that's going to need to be looked at a step at a time.

"You don't know how many people ran out of patience with me twenty years ago." he says with a huff of laughter. "Hardly anyone would bother. I'm not what you think of me either, can't remember if I said that yet."

The words are spilling out even easier than normal, which isn't saying much. He stretches out his legs, not nearly as tense as his buddy. It's simply good to sit down. "Helping people is what you dedicated your life too, more or less, right? People and the mushi. Helping them coexist."

Somehow, Ginko goes stiffer than he already had been, claws digging back into the fabric of his pants for the sake of holding onto something - and he makes a quiet, rumbling sound that might, if one were to mishear it just right, be possible to mistake for a laugh.

"That happened sometimes, sure. I wanted it to be what I was doing." He tried. He might even be able to say he did his best, if it weren't for that endlessly nagging feeling that he could have done more, done better. "I... became a mushi-shi to survive. I wanted to keep myself alive, and it was the best chance I had. I didn't dedicate myself to anything."

What came later is another issue entirely. But he knows for a fact that there was nothing noble to his first embracing the only line of work he was suited for, and letting Hector believe otherwise seems... wrong. As much as he may be inclined to let people assume whatever they will about him, as much as he's sometimes given up entirely on convincing them otherwise, that, he can't let stand. There's a world of difference between this theoretical person, someone who would have entered a career as dangerous as Ginko's, for selfless reasons, and one whose circumstances simply rendered it his best chance.

Edited 2019-12-13 21:59 (UTC)

"So maybe not dedicated, past tense. Why did you keep on doing... whatever it is you do?"

Which sounds quite a lot like what he said, helping people deal with the mushi without outright killing them off. (Which would probably be his first instinct, if he had to live with those creepy things around.)

"And why would you dig me out of a rockslide, since you think you're such a lousy person?"

"Can't be present tense." There are no mushi here, after all. Weren't any in Ryslig. He started off selfish, forced himself to change... and now, he can mostly hang around and feel useless, clinging to whatever scraps of opportunity he can pull together and shape into a sense of... of something.

Substantiality.

Not satisfaction, or belonging - he can't remember ever approaching those. Maybe he did at some point, and he just can't appreciate it now. Maybe he really is just too ungrateful to ever have appreciated what he had in Ryslig, and what he has now.

Another quiet, shaky exhalation. "Because I try not to be. And I didn't want to leave you in there, once I knew, anyway."

"Trying's what counts, right?"

He fiddles with the brim of his hat, knowing full well he sounds like a hypocrite. Of course, he isn't, not one bit. No one gets it, that he's ten times the failure everyone else is.

"You're close to my favorite person around, next to Ren." Everyone knows he's weak to adorable little kids who like to play games and hunt for treasure!! "You and Muffet. Maybe I should have said that sooner, amigo. You don't have to be fun or entertaining for me to like you."

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cw mild self-harm

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