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1st Winter Dream ☽ Video ☾ Jack and Sandy

[When the feed starts, it shows the inside of what must be a room in Sigyn. Plants grow up and down the walls, along the windows, and occasionally along the floor. A little man in a turtleneck stands in the middle of it all, giving the camera an absent wave as he takes a sketchpad out from off camera. For those who know him, he seems a little pale, but he doesn't acknowledge it as he flips through the sketchpad. He opens it up to a pre-drawn page, and he turns it around to show, in deceptively simple (though there are pictures weaved in if one looks closely enough) calligraphy, Sandy. Then he points to himself.

He figures he ought to introduce himself to the network before telling them about spirit banishing.]

I don't think I need to translate that one. [Jack doesn't appear on the feed, his voice is coming off-screen. He sounds a bit worried too.] Are you sure you want to do this?

[Sandy, without missing a pause, just nods and flips through his sketchpad again. Now is not the time for worrying about him, Jack; now's the time to worry about everyone else.

Sandy flips to another pre-drawn picture, and when he turns it around, it's a picture of ghosts bouncing off a house. He holds the page up for a second, allowing people to see it, before flipping to another page that shows a detailed picture of a sprig of rosemary. Beneath the picture, there's an image of a house with a rosemary growing on either side of the entrances to a house.]

Alright, alright, it's learning time with Professor Sandman. There are some plants that can be planted outside your place to repel the ghosts. Thaaaaat's... rosemary I think?

[Sandy nods. Yes, it's rosemary.

Then he flips to the next picture. It's a picture of a potted cactus inside a house, next to the door. On the same page, there's a picture of the outside of a house with the cactus visible from the front window.]

Woah, cacti to? Another reason for me to stay away from the desert. Gotta keep this one inside and near the entrance.

[Sandy has to bow his head a little as his shoulders shake. Damn it, Jack, stop making him laugh.

Then he shakes himself out and flips to a new page. There's a picture of a saltshaker, and beneath that, a person shaking out salt around the perimeter around a building. There's also a picture of a person periodically shaking salt out around themselves. Beneath that, there's a picture of big grains of salt.]

You can make a safe zone out of salt, and apparentely coarse salt is better? ...You're not getting salt anywhere near me, little man.

[Despite the seriousness of the situation, Sandy's eyes sparkle with amusement. Jack, stop annotating your translations.

He flips to a new page which has a detailed picture of sweetgrass, then tobacco, then sage. Beneath the sweetgrass is an arrow pointing to a picture of hands braiding the sweetgrass into a thick piece of incense.

Beneath that, there's a picture of someone holding a lighter to a clump of the herbs tied together with a piece of twine, and beneath that, there's a picture of the clump in a bowl or in a pair of hands, smoke wafting from from the plants and chasing away spirits from a room.]

Let's see... you make like, incense out of those? Yeah, and then burn it to cleanse a room. Great, fire too.

[Sandy shoots an amused look off camera. Jack, these aren't meant to invite ice spirits into the house. Yes, it involves fire. Be happy he's not talking about cleansing people with bonfires.

Then he flips to a new page. In this one, someone is on their tiptoes painting the top of their window with a strange circular design. Beneath that picture, there's an image of the outside of a house with that design on the top of every window.

This one is a little more difficult than just putting a cactus in your house, but it's good for anyone who needs to ward their windows, don't have friends in Sigyn, and/or happen to be good at art.]

And since we can't de-energize all our growers, here is one for anyone with a pencil: draw that symbol on your windows.

[Speaking of growers...

Sandy flips to the next page, and in it, there's a series of pictures of people all across Asgard, holding their hands towards bare earth and coaxing plants to grow. The more people grow things, the fewer houses the spirits can get into.]

He asks his fellow Sigyn members to help with the growing so we keep the city safe.

[Sandy flips to the next page, and it's a picture of someone with a speech bubble and a question mark over their head, facing a happy Sandy.]

Any questions, just ask Sandy. Seriously, this guy is zillion years old, he knows everything.

[Now Sandy's going to smile and turn off the feed before he sits down on his bed to take a breather. Okay, maybe the hauntings are taking more of a toll than he'd like.]

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[Jack joins him on the bed, pretending there's nothing affecting him right now. Nope, no side effects of the district, what are you talking about?]

Sandy... you need help, too. [Hypocritical much, Jack?]

[Sandy gives Jack a wan smile and shuffles to the head of his bed, reaching to a mint plant the grows on his bedside table and plucking a leaf, putting it in his mouth and sucking gently. He's never had to deal with sickness; now he's glad he paid so much attention to sick humans before, since that's the only way he knows so much about natural cures.

He offers Jack a leaf of mint too. It's good for upset stomachs, but Sandy just thinks that Jack might like the taste.

You see, Jack? He's taking care of himself. He's fine enough to help people. For now.]

... Now I feel a bit ridiculous for something I said to something else. You're certain this stuff will work?

[And honestly, he's a touch surprised he didn't know anything about this stuff sooner.]

[Sandy smiles and nods. He points the bracelet towards the window, which has ghosts with swollen necks, sores all over their bodies, and hollow eyes floating out of them, slowly attempting and largely failing to reach in.

Then Sandy picks up a bundle of herbs and sets them on fire with a lighter. He waves the smoke in the air, and any hands that were working their way into the window jerk away and the ghosts are gone.]

[Having been sick recently too and not wanting Sandy to get in mother mode again, he accepts the leaf, but doesn't suck it just yet.]

You didn't add salt to it, did you?

[Of course, salt shouldn't affect him anymore, but old habits die hard and he still doesn't like it.]

Good to know we've got more folks with experience.

[This particular guy has what looks like some sort of rune smeared on his forehead in red-- without other reagents at hand, it was the quickest thing to try to sketch with that wasn't just regular ink.]

Assuming you've already confirmed this does work on these ghosts, so-- that's a shortcut for me, thanks. Less experimentation that has to happen, the better.

[Sandy smiles and shakes his head. Do you know what salt does to living plants, Jack?

He crosses his legs and rests his hands in his lap, a little like he's ready to meditate. He quietly promises himself to just breathe for a minute before heading out to help with growing things. He'll be fine outside without the barriers.]

[Sandy flashes him a thumbs up, but...

With a curious expression, he touches his own forehead. What is that on your forehead?]

[The only thing that Jack needs to know about salt is that it must stay the hell away from him. End of the story.

But ok, he sucks on the leaf now. Happy, mom? And look at that, it does help a bit with the side-effects of being in another house.]

I could get you some real food if you want. We need it in these bodies. [Not something he usually likes to admit, but this is a very special situation.] Especially if you're planning to keep growing stuff.

[Sandy smiles and shakes his head. No thank you, Jack. He'll pretend that he just doesn't feel hungry, but honestly, he's not sure he'd be able to keep any real food down.

He takes another deep breath, then grabs a handful of mint leaves, pushing off of his bed and stuffing them in one of the side pockets of the bag he keeps hanging on the foot of his bed.

Sandy slings the bag over his shoulder and looks questioningly at Jack. Would he like to come with him?

He'd like the company, but privately he's figuring out how to give Jack the slip if his ghosts start getting more aggressive, either physically or with the illness. It's not that he doesn't trust Jack--it's just that he feels concerned about the possibility of his ghosts choosing to target Jack as well.

(Unknown to him, Sandy's ghosts are pretty damned focused on him, and flu-like symptoms are not all they have in mind.)]

Huh?-- Oh, uh, that's supposed to be a deterrent for possession. With any luck I'm not gonna have to find out how well it works, but you know, better to take some precautions.

[He shrugs one shoulder. Judging by the way the background behind him is moving, he's networking on the run here.]

You let me know if you need anything on your end, okay? I'll be around, not sure where.

Salt or not, you aren't getting rid of me, buddy.

[Just like Sandy did the day they reunited in Asgard, Jack wants to keep an eye on his friend, but he doesn't look well. Jack is going through one of his moods with all the human looks deal going on, but ignoring his own issues is something he's used to doing.

He stands up and opens the door for Sandy with his mind.] Where to next?

[Sandy still looks at the rune curiously, but he shrugs it off, offering the man another thumbs up and a smile.

He probably won't be contacting anyone for help save for fellow people with Growth powers, but he appreciates the offer.]

[Don't be so sure. He is small and he is crafty.

But for as long as the symptoms stay in flu-like territory, Sandy would like to have Jack around. When he figures out exactly how deadly his strange new condition could prove to be, he'll try giving Jack the slip.

For now, Sandy shrugs, but leaves the room anyway. They're going to go wherever help is needed.

And he goes straight for the slide. Hey, Jack, did you know that Sigyn has a slide?]

[Harry hesitates.]

This is a ... strange question, but you don't think it's hurting them, do you? I know this isn't good, but ...

[Rose is amused. What an interesting pair, useful too - or Sandy is useful, the one speaking is more 'helpful' than useful seems nice all the same.]

Thank you for the advice. Salt and rosemary I knew about the others will come in handy. Could I ask you to show me that symbol for the windows again?

[Well. This is helpful. About the only thing that has been. Shinjiro takes in the information with an attentive ear, though there are slight shadows under his eyes.]

Salt? That's it?

Shit, Sandy, I didn't know any of that. Smart.

... you need some help growing? I'm getting better.

[Sandy pauses, then frowns. Honestly, he hadn't thought of that. He's pretty sure that it didn't hurt any of the ghosts back home, but this isn't back home.

Then again... he's sure it doesn't hurt them if they don't try to get through the barriers in the first place, and they're trying to get through the barriers in order to hurt the living beyond them.

Sandy shakes his head. No, he doesn't think it hurts them. At least, it doesn't hurt them for as long as they're not trying to hurt you.]

[Sandy perks and nods, flipping to the indicated page and showing it to her.

Luckily, the picture is big enough to show the image in detail. He's willing to show it to her as long as she needs.]

[Sandy nods, then flips to a clean sheet of paper, his pencil dancing across it for about thirty seconds before spinning it around.

It's a series of pictures of houses with clocks next to them. In the first picture, a house with salt all around it has a irritable ghost forced to stay outside it. In the next picture, after a while, the ghost is starting to work its way into the house. In the next picture, someone pours more salt on the perimeter, and then the ghost is stuck outside again.

The barriers have to be reinforced, especially against particularly determined ghosts, but yes, it's just salt.]

[Sandy smiles and nods. He'd like help. Or he'd like to be able to keep an eye on Ellie when everyone is being targeted by ghosts, but he'll let her think he just wants her for help.

He's already headed out, as may be obvious from the background of his reply (which pictures the street), but he takes out his sketchpad and draws a rough sketch of the Sigyn hospital. Why don't you meet him there?]

All right. I've known a few friendly ghosts, and I've known some who ... end up rather upset, you see, because of what happened to them in their life. Sometimes they just can't help themselves.

[It's better for Ellie that she thinks that. She can basically take care of herself, and honestly has no idea that Sandy can too.]

Yeah, I can get there. I'll meet you inside.

[She seems kind of strained, a little sleepless. They haven't been here long but when you're not sleeping it feels like forever.]

[Sandy understands, but ultimately, the safety of the living has to take precedence. The dead can move on after quite a lot of physical punishment, but the same can't be said for the living.

He starts to draw again with a serious expression, and when he turns the sketchpad around, it's a picture of people locking Reapers in a big cage and ghosts floating back to their own business.

Ultimately, the only way to keep the living safe and not hurt the ghosts is to get rid of (what seems to be) the cause of the problem: the reaper-like things.]

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