IC CONTACT (RYSLIG)

[onegreeneye]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, GINKO. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 065.32.134.46 *** GINKO has joined 065.32.134.46 <GINKO> okay, i think that worked? <GINKO> i think so. looks like it did. <GINKO> anyway, there we go. let me know if you need something.

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[flashover]

Rin had retreated to his and Yukio's room and was sitting on his bed, tak-tak-tak'ing away on his monstrous old laptop. His room smells clean at least. He looks up when Ginko enters, folding his ears and giving his best "are you fucking kidding me" look.

"Again?! They want to eat AGAIN? They've eaten like, four times today!!" Rin tosses his big grey brick against a pillow and folds his arms. "What do they want now? Macaroni and cheese? Brownies? Doritos?!"

[gokuri]

"… Do they even have Doritos here?" It's the first thing Yukio has said aloud in some time, having spent the hours since he'd come out of the woods curled up on his bed and pretty much ignoring the rest of existence. Ginko isn't the only one to have had a rough couple of days; not only is he still sore, still pretty torn up physically from the changes brought on by the fog, there's a part of his mind that still can't wrap itself around the fact that he'd tried to eat someone.

He's going to have a lot to atone for, that's for sure.

He picks his head up from where he's been curled up on his own bed, tail flicking lazily behind him. "Who's they?"

Would someone please explain to him what's going on?

[reluctantreceiver]

Meanwhile, back in CLOWN HELL, Henry was sitting as still as he could on the floor. His head swam and his chest felt tight and he wanted to go to sleep but he also wanted to eat a grilled cheese sandwich.

"Hey...hey." He nudged Gamzee with his already stuck hand. "How long has Flaminco been gone? Should we go to the police?"

Henry's concept of time went out the window with Gamzee's stank.

[onegreeneye]

Doritos? Ginko mouths uncertainly. He shakes his head and decides that this may not be the best time to ask.

"Had Rin told you about that? Henry apparently got stuck to someone who secretes marijuana, and it's messing with both of them." He frowns a little, taking in Yukio's appearance. Last fog must have hit the poor kid pretty badly.

"And Henry is saying he wants a grilled cheese sandwich. The other guy doesn't seem to care."

[flashover]

"No, they don't," Rin answers, scrubbing his face with his paws. He is really quite sick of dealing with this crap. He looks over at Yukio, apologetic, while Ginko explains. "Sorry I didn't tell you... you were so stressed out already that I didn't want to make it worse. ... they ruined the couch."

Rin groans and gets off the bed. He walks over to Yukio and places a hand on his shoulder, "I'll be back in a bit."

Really, he didn't want to deal with these high plant people. He wanted to be with his brother, who needed him.

"Fine. I'll make those two idiots grilled cheese but then I'm done! I'm not doing ANYTHING else for them today!" he says with clear exasperation, throwing his arms up. "I SO WISH we had a video camera... I could make Henry do whatever I wanted for the rest of his life with blackmail like this!"

He keeps grumbling and muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the kitchen, banging around as he gets out the necessary bits and bobs for grilled cheese.

[onegreeneye]

Ginko trails behind Rin after a brief nod at Yukio, standing aside for to stay out of his way as he takes out the supplies before speaking. "...I could do it, if you'd rather. I mean, from what I've heard, this isn't too hard to make, right?"

Yes, Ginko, make it clear right away that you have never actually encountered a grilled cheese sandwich before. Very encouraging.

[flashover]

Rin gives Ginko a look, then goes back to work.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather not have to deal with a kitchen fire on top of all this other stuff, if it's all the same to you."

Real vote of confidence there for ya, Ginko. Normally Rin would be nicer, but he's just a bit stressed.

[reluctantreceiver]

And suddenly! A pair of worried eyes appear around the corner. How did Henry get this far? If anyone looked, they would see that his arm had...stretched. Or grown, rather, all the way back to where Gamzee sat or slumped or lay.

"There you are. I was worried. Why didn't you leave a note?"

[onegreeneye]

Ginko is just about to tell Rin that in that case he'll go ahead and go back to keeping an eye on the stoners (and he can't really blame him for being a little irritable. Frankly, it's probably for the best that he not be left unsupervised with a stove, given that he's never used one) when Henry... happens.

He looks at Henry, then at Rin again. "I'll... go keep an eye on them."

He turns around and ushers Henry back where he came from, much like one would an easily-startled child, raising an eyebrow at his arm. "Henry, I told you I would be right back, didn't I? I was just gone for a couple minutes."

[reluctantreceiver]

"Ginko, that was not a few minutes. Where have you been? We called the police."

Henry, that was not a phone, it was an empty package of soda crackers.

[onegreeneye]

Of course, Ginko, not having been there, does not know that, either. "...you did what."

Crap. Crap, should he tell Rin about this? But he doesn't need any more stress right now. ...then again, having the local law enforcement show up unexpectedly wouldn't help either.

"Okay, when was this and what did you tell them?" Maybe he can fix this before it turns into a massive problem. Maybe.

[reluctantreceiver]

"That you were missing. And that we were hungry." Henry's gaze slowly drifted beyond Ginko and settled somewhere in the middle distance.

[pieous]

"I told 'em I thought we was motherfuckin' dying on weeds!"

Gamzee chimed in excitedly, balling his hands into fists and rocking back and forth in place.

"That's what's you called this shit, right?"

[onegreeneye]

"Alright, and what did they say?" He is trying so hard not to panic right now, but holy crap this is a disaster. He's pretty sure he's not going to be willing to leave these two alone again for quite some time. Maybe not until they're sober.

[pieous]

"Uhhh..." Gamzee brought a finger to his chin in contemplation. "Was... Who the fuck did I motherfuckin' say that shit to...?" He wasn't sure now if he actually did speak into the "phone".

"Think I was tellin' him!" He pointed at Henry, "But he all fuckin' said to let him handle it..."

[flashover]

Oh sheesh. Rin better put a stop to this before it gets out of hand. He calls out to Ginko from the kitchen;

"They didn't call the cops! They couldn't. Henry's laptop is in his room and that other guy didn't have his. And we don't have a phone."

[reluctantreceiver]

"Yes we do."

Henry's vine that wasn't stuck to Gamzee entered the room, coiled around the box of soda crackers. It was oblong. Sort of....yeah no it looekd nothing like a phone.

"I'm tired and my lungs hurt."

[onegreeneye]

Ginko stares at the box for about three seconds before calling back to Rin, "Yeah, you're right, false alarm." Then, to Henry, "Alright, don't worry about it. It's been dealt with."

He goes back to gently pushing Henry away from the kitchen, frowning slightly at his complaint. "Do you want to sit further away from... uh..." Wow he still doesn't know that guy's actual name. Amazing. "Do you want to stay somewhere else for a while?" Since it's become clear that he can at least move some distance away from Gamzee.

He leans over slightly to call toward the couch, "Would you be okay sitting by yourself?" He'll still be trying to keep an eye on weed-boy, of course, but if he can stay more-or-less contented by himself then Ginko will just have to worry about making sure he doesn't do anything potentially harmful.

Besides, unless Gamzee absolutely can't stand the idea of not having someone sitting next to him, Henry's comfort takes priority.

[reluctantreceiver]

Henry tottered in the direction Ginko pushed him. He was content to sit wherever he was placed, but thanks to his brain still being in a fog thicker than any Silent Hill could offer up, his mouth just...didn't stop. For anyone who knew the tree man, this level talkativeness was like spotting a unicorn that east people.

"Two days ago on set, one of our boom mikes broke and we didn't have the time to get a new one. I was asked to say all of my lines more loudly and they all sounded terrible so the director is trying to shove me into a diction class.

"Do you think it would be selfish to suddenly pretend not to know English? I don't think I have an official contract so it doesn't say that I can't."

[onegreeneye]

Ginko has only a vague notion of what a boom mike is, and, though he's realized for quite some time that they are not, in fact, all speaking the same language, he's stressed enough by now that it takes a moment for his brain to catch up and assure him that, no, Henry is not just so high that he's forgotten what language he's speaking, and is probably actually speaking English.

"No idea," he replies unhelpfully, pushing gently on Henry's shoulders to sit him down a good few feet away from the couch, in the hopes that separating him and Gamzee will at least let Henry recover a little. Maybe.

There's still the whole "stuck together" issue, of course, and getting them further apart isn't likely to help the other nymph too much, but he's doing what he can. One step at a time.

[flashover]

Rin is just so incredibly Done With This Shit, so he finishes up a second grilled cheese (super basic, white bread with Ryslig's cheapest cheese food product slice and just a little butter). He brings a plate (paper, because like hell he's trusting either of these stoners with something breakable) to Gamzee, and then one to Henry.

"Here, grilled cheese. Ta-da. Don't say I never did anything for you, and I'm not making either of you any more food until it's dinner time. "

He turns to Ginko, his tails lashing in irritation.

"I need to go hang out with Yukio. He... had a hard time. I hate to ask, but can you make sure they don't like... jump out the window or anything?"

[onegreeneye]

Ginko does not want to do this. He does not want to be trapped in this hell of pot stench and inanity with his too-high-to-function surrogate brother and an also too-high-to-function teenager.

"Yeah, of course."

[reluctantreceiver]

Henry was seated. Henry had a sandwich. Henry chewed complacently and was tragically unaware that this was probably the last day of his life that he would live without someone referencing this night.

Luckily for everyone else in the room, he was out of shenanigans beyond talking to himself and the occasional stifled laughter.

[flashover]

Rin grabs Ginko in a quick hug, then looks him eye to eye.

"I'll make it up to you, I swear. I just can't take it anymore."

And with that, he retreats to his and Yukio's bedroom, closing the door behind him. Once inside, he sits on his bed, then... just starts to shrink. He vanishes into his cloak completely. Then, a normal-sized house cat, a dark grey tabby, noses his way out of the cloak.

He jumps from his bed to Yukio's, and wordlessly curls up in his lap. He looks up at Yukio with big blue eyes and frowns.

".... You gonna be ok?"

[pieous]

Gamzee was stoked for his new, cheesy friend. He turned the greasy sandwich around in his flowering fingers, savoring the smell and the rough, flaky texture of the toast. He'd never had one of these things before, and the way it oozed reminded him of his new arms. It was great! Everything was so great...

"Motherfuckin' appreciatories, bro!"

He didn't waste any time before he shoved an entire half of the bisected sandwich into his mouth, cheese and grease getting all over his hideously green face. Sounds of approval rang from his throat and out through his nostrils as he attempted to gulp down some oxygen along with his snack.