[open] coins down a well

[notyetsore]

Who: Ginko and whoever!
When: Backdated to the first week of November.
Where: Around the station.
What: After a month-long existential crisis, Ginko finally explores his new surroundings.
Warnings: Talk of brainwashing? Otherwise probably nothing.


It’s strange to think that a month has passed since they arrived here. It hasn’t felt like it, to Ginko - or maybe it’s felt longer. He wasn’t in much of a state to keep track of time when they first got to the station, after all, so everything for a while after that was… kind of a blur. A confusing, contradictory blur.

Now, though, he’s gradually getting more of a grasp on what’s happening, and what has happened, and what simply never was. Sorting out real memories from false ones isn’t a process he much likes trying to work through, but it gets a little less painful the further along he gets.

It helps that knowing what is and isn’t real means knowing, for a fact, that Frisk is still alive.

With his sense of reality more intact than it’s been for a while, staying in his room all the time seems like less and less of an option. So, finally, Ginko starts to venture out and explore yet another new home. However temporary he might expect it to be, he might as well get to know it.

The Greenery

Words cannot describe how relieved Ginko is that there’s somewhere around here with grass. It’s partly a matter of keeping the sheep fed that 76 rescued from Kauto fed, of course, and partly one of just… having somewhere to go that at least feels like it could be outdoors. Even if it’s only an approximation of the outdoors, it’s something.

Ginko spends a good few hours there, and someone walking through the park area may have a chance of stumbling across a gangly, white-haired teenager lying on his back in the grass, the back of one hand over his eye to block out the light. He… might be asleep, actually? He might straight up be asleep.

Once he’s apparently done passing the hell out in some grass, Ginko takes a more detailed look around, and then sets about with the other reason he came here, besides simple exploration: Loading his pac-disc with grass, as well as a couple handfuls of those dandelion-like flowers, pulled from the parts of the greenhouse they had been encroaching on. He actually pauses the examine the latter for a moment, then bites a tiny piece off a leaf, makes a face, and bundles up the flowers separately before packing them away.

Animal Nursery

Those who have been in the animal nursery may have noticed the three small, oddly blank-faced sheep being kept in one of the pens.

Now, Ginko is sitting on the floor of the pen, emptying out the grass he’d stuffed into his pac-disc. He pats the sheep, running his fingers through their wool, and watches in silence as they just kind of… absorb the grass into their non-faces. Apparently, he’s pretty used to them doing that.

Wildcard

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Comments

[skelepun]

[From his spot up in a tree -- one that was now largely devoid of leaves, making it a pretty crummy vantage point for people watching -- Sans surveyed most of the greenery. There were plenty of things to watch. Bees, gardeners nursing plants back to life, other crew mates stubbornly weeding, and one small child meandering around the place in a strange, haphazard trajectory.

There was something sort of zen about watching him. Every time he slowed or Sans' eye sockets wandered, they would always draw him back.

And then it hit him. They were taller, thinner, but... that was...?]

Ginko?

[The voice comes from above Ginko, and if he were to look up he'd see a skeleton staring down at him from the branches above.]

[gainedlove]

Frisk is humming quietly to themself as they wander through the nursery, a song that Toriel would sing to them sometimes. The rabbit they'd found a few weeks ago is still tucked safely into the crook of their arm, and in their other hand is a bucket of water that sloshes slightly with each step. There's only a few animals being kept here, but one of the many duties Frisk has taken upon themself is to try and keep them all as well watered as they can. It's not really something that could be overdone, so it's probably fine to do it without the owners of the animals necessarily knowing.

They don't notice Ginko in the pen at first, unlatching the gate and nudging it open to slip inside. The bucket is set down just inside, and Frisk turns to call the sheep over--and stops, their throat closing when they see Ginko is there.

sorry for the wait on this!!

[notyetsore]

[Ginko is absolutely not expecting to hear his name called, and when he hears it he looks up immediately, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and uncertainty.

Then, it... doesn't take him long to recognize the speaker. He's pretty distinctive, after all.]

...Sans? I, uh... I thought you had left.

[notyetsore]

Ginko doesn't see Frisk at first, either - up until they open the gate. Then he looks up, and, for a few seconds, almost stops breathing entirely.

Even once they look at him, he doesn't manage to speak at first. He just curls his fingers in the wool under his hand, and it takes him a couple more moments to get any sound to come out of his mouth.

"...Hi."

no worries at all!!

[skelepun]

[Oof. Some words got around faster than others. Then again, his departure had a year to trickle down through the crew -- a fact Sans was still getting used to. Lost time's a bitch, ain't it?]

Guess I must've come back. [He shrugs, pushing the branches apart with magic to get a better view of the kid down below.] What're you doing?

[notyetsore]

You guess? Wouldn't you know?

[He blinks, then looks around as if trying to find some evidence of something he had been doing that he somehow forgot.]

Uh... sitting, I guess.

[That's an answer, right?]