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Garry had been massively in a bad way. Mary...Ai...All of this mess around the school. Garry was at a loss of what to do. But he tried to keep himself busy in the meantime. In the meantime, keywords.

So he is either painting in his studio (but noticeably not making much these days), in his classroom, or in his dorm.

Or maybe. Just maybe. Encounters in the hallways?

Basically everywhere.

It had been his usual routine to visit the art room outside of class at least a few times a week. Though admittedly, with everything considered, he hadn't had as much time as he would have liked, spending time studying or poring over the latest computer books he ordered.

But today, he was going to do it. He was going to go there and there was nothing that was going to stop him.

With a sigh, he poked his head in the room. There he was, just as expected: Garry was painting at his canvas...

...a mostly-blank canvas. Strange.

"Hi."

Might as well announce himself, as he always did.

That canvas was almost completely blank. There was a blue blotch of something starting at the bottom, but nothing was going anywhere.

It was indeed strange.

Garry was in thought. Deep thought.

Though when X came, he jumped a bit before turning. After seeing it was X, he made a weak smile.

"...Ah X, you startled me...hello there."

It was on a chance that Red took a trip to the art room, not too sure if he would get anything out of it or if it was too much to go there when he didn't actually take the class himself.

But there was something he was interested in, and he just wanted to go and check. After all, there was no knowing how the situation would turn out if he didn't give it a go, right?

So during a lunchtime and/or break of some sort, the trainer, upon not hearing much activity coming from the door (or not enough that would indicate a class in session), entered in somewhat cautiously, then seeing the purple-haired man after he had done so. Ah. He didn't personally know the teacher, and wondered if they were the teacher or... possibly a college student?

He was actually both a student and a teacher. But he was silent as well my friend. And he didn't even noticed Red until he looked up from his desk as he was writing in books. Probably grades.

"Hello, may I help you?"

Being at the desk (usually very different from the student desks!) all busy like that gave Red the idea that he was the teacher. He felt a little bit awkward now, but he had come this far to do what he did, so- he might as well go through with it.

"Yeah... I was wondering if I could have some sheets of coloured paper?" he asked, moving some steps away from the door - just in case anyone might've wanted to come in, but staying near in case he would would be leaving soon enough.

"Um, sure!"

Cool, that means Garry has a purpose standing up. Perking up too.

"I keep some in the supply closet for any kind of possible instance. This class is thankfully stocked! Let's see..."

He puttered in the closet.

"Now, what color did you want?"

Oh, it was fine? Great- now it meant not having to go into town to buy some for himself. That gave Red some relief; it wasn't that he could, but if the school had an art studio, then it made it simpler.

"Any at all, really..." he responded, speaking up as the teacher went into the closet, though he moved away from where he stood and somewhat followed him over to the closet, but not entering or standing too close to its doorway. Just watching.

"It's for origami," Red decided to explain, finding his hand messing with the wrist of his glove for no particular reason. "I've been learning it with a friend... and we were getting pretty low."

Oh so that was what it was for? Garry grabbed numerous colors of paper, there were about 25 pieces or so.

He fumbled getting out of the closet, paper in hand. Then they were handed to Red.

"Origami, you say? That sounds like fun. I happen to like to do it myself."

He hadn't heard the friend part.

"Do you know how to make some yet now?"

25 pieces? That was generous. Red was happily surprised enough when he was handed them anyway, seeing the collection of them now in his hands. He gave them a small look at, moving them away at a corner so to see the different colours. Not bad.

"Mm," Red hummed in reply, giving a nod. "We've been making cranes... but I've been trying to make some other stuff, too."

A small shrug. "Flowers and stars, mostly..."

Hellloo, surprise visit from a little Maisy! Because since she's fond of meeting with Garry, why not see him now and then in the one place she knew to find him? In his classroom.

So, upon entering (and upon also seeing Garry was there), Maisy closes the door behind her with a smile on her face. Today, she doesn't have anything with her.

"Hello, Gaaaarry!"

AND THAT WAS OKAY!

I just wish Garry was in better spirits. He did smile when he saw Maisy. Because Maisy was good company and she deserved it.

"Maisy, hello!"

Garry was putting some supplies in the closet, here he is.

"Anything you needed?"

For now, Garry seemed in good enough spirits to Maisy who shook her head at his question.

"Nooo," she answered, shaking her head. "Is that okaaay? I just wanted to seee yoou."

Hm, should she visit people if only she had a clear reason to? The thought entered her mind, but left briefly. Well, seeing people was fun enough, right?

Ib knew where she was, but at the same time, she felt lost. It was difficult to process; she had somewhere gone from the gallery, to a school in a city she had never heard of. A world of horrors had been left, but Ib still found herself wary and cautious of everything around her. It was like she was waiting for the walls around her to crumble away...

Was it a dream? Yet though she asked herself the question, the place was closer to a reality Ib knew than the crayon world she and Garry had found themselves in. A meeting with a woman had also led her to be able to hear the voice of her parents' after too long, yet words spoken had left her disturbed. They had sent her back to the school, to be with...

But even after the phonecall, the school didn't disappear, the gallery didn't return. No red rose returned clutched in her hand. Ib hadn't seen Mary either, even though she knew she was near. She didn't know if she did want to see her, or what would happen if she did.

... before any of that, Ib wanted to find Garry. If she was there, Garry had to be somewhere, right? He had to be there too...

And so the girl searched, without much of an idea of where to look. She wandered the hallways, minding her own business when she passed the older students, and looking into random rooms that didn't sound busy. Even cupboards, just in case.

Where shall the two meet? In a hallway, or perhaps in Garry's classroom? ~~Liz gets to pick.~~

Garry was doing more work. With his head staring right down on his desk. He should leave. He should. The empty room felt lonely. But at the same time, he didn't feel like leaving in mid deep though, or else he'd go nuts elsewhere.

...Should Ib walk in, there is a familiar man writing in a book.

The sight of Garry at the desk caught Ib off-guard, and one that she wasn't sure she believed was real. His familiar, purple-hair took her attention right away, but she had to stare ~~intently~~ at him first to know it was him. To know it was Garry.

It wasn't because he was looking down that she had to question it, but how, despite being unable to read his mood, how seemingly calm he appeared sitting there. Calm, at least, in comparison to how she imagined he would had been. Or was it because everything felt still all too wrong to her?

But regardless of her doubts, Ib found herself stepping into the room, the door quietly moving back in place behind her, but staying slightly ajar. Her footsteps carried her from the doorway and over to Garry, she called out in a questioning voice,

"Garry?"

Garry perked at the little voice. He looked up to see Ib.

"Yes Ib, what is it?..."

Registering in 3...2...1...

Garry dropped his pen that he was writing with, his mouth hung open. He scurried up from his chair and quickly went around his desk.

"...Ib??"

Ib! IB...IB WAS BACK??...Also don't mind him.

He's just going to come and hug you now.

Ib doesn't mind the hug at all as, despite a paused moment before doing so, she wrapped her arms around Garry's body just the same, burying her head against him and taking relief in his presence.

Had they even been parted for that long at all? But even so, he was the closest comfort she had in front of her, an actual presence before her that Ib knew she could rely upon.

And something like that was just so good to have that right then, with everything that Ib couldn't understand...

She didn't do so straight away, but eventually, Ib moved her head from Garry's body so as to look up at him. Her face showed a trouble expression, and her tiny hands still clung onto him securely, holding the fabric of what he wore.

"Garry... what's going on?"

Garry was so glad he could see her again...but wait. N-no.

This is. Bad. Garry then remembered after his joy in seeing his friend again that this place...isn't far too safe now. If she was at home with her family then...

Garry looked down and frowned at Ib's troubled face curiously.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

The question back made Ib bite her lower lip, and the girl looked down and away from Garry's gaze. "What did she mean"? Wouldn't Garry know? After falling down into the box and ending up in this place, being so far away...

But wasn't she the one being weird compared to everyone else? A sense of dread fell over Ib as she thought about it, her grip on Garry loosening. He had just been sitting there, acting like normal... and her parents had been acting like nothing was strange, too...

Warily, Ib looked back to Garry's face. "Mary pushed us... and now we're here. I spoke to my mum, and she said I came back to be with my sister, but I--"

The expression on her face worsened, and panic spilled into her voice as she spoke. She felt her uncertainty again resurface, felt her face pale. Was she just dreaming? Was this somehow a dream--?

Oh no...did it...happen again? Mary pushing them...

She was talking about the toy box in the gallery. Was that the last she remembered? And what about a sister?

This was. This was a mess. Garry's grip loosened, but he didn't let go. Instead, he looked at her face back. His face was serious. He had been through this before. But, at least when Ib could have went through time and space again and screw up time, she came and remembered him. His heart wouldn't take it if that happened again. He can...he can work with this. But how to get Ib feel at ease before telling her about that?

"I remember that, Ib. I remember that very vividly," Garry began saying.

"You're not crazy or anything to feel overwhelmed if things weren't what you remember. It's...complicated."

That was the template for Ib to question further, however there was one thing he wanted to add before she did.

"But know this, I'm Garry. You're Ib. We're friends. I want you to always remember that. I'm here to always support you and make you feel better about anything, understand?"

It was the words that Ib wanted to hear- that she wasn't strange to be so lost and confused. The anxiety in her calmed some- or much, to hear Garry reassure her instead of question her. It couldn't rid it all, but she felt comfort again to be there in Garry's presence.

And especially so, to hear the words he added. Ib nodded her head; she understood. He was right... Garry was Garry, and they were friends. She knew it, but to hear it made Ib feel better. Her lips didn't smile, but her expression turned softer, though still it showed the look of a girl lost in her own surroundings.

"My mum..." Ib began, her words spoken slowly and carefully. "I spoke to her on the phone. She was home... and dad was at work..."

Her head lowered, a moment after saying those words. Remembering their portrait in the gallery, being unable to find them for so long... but knowing they were safe now had made Ib too happy for words- words that could have been used to question why they were at home and not still with her. But she had heard her mother's laugh, and the voice that always she used when she told Ib to be good, she hadn't wanted to worry her mother or to ask her questions.

The next part of what Ib wanted to say was there in her head, but she found herself unable to speak it. It had rendered her speechless to hear, and now it had made her voice hard to find. How could she say it?

"And...she said you had a sister? What did you talk about?"

It must be true, if she doesn't remember seeing her parents since before the gallery, she was plucked right from it.

Aaaaaand were they okay with her being here? Must be, they didn't pluck her from the school by now. Ib from this time might not know, but Garry had met and became in good graces with her parents. But they were serious about Ib and her safety.

This was confusing as hell, but it did make Garry feel better that her parents weren't thinking she was kidnapped or anything. Just a huge time warp explosion mess. Her parents DID want her here...

Exactly, Garry. It's a headache. Even Ib doesn't get it. Timey wimey.

"... about the school," Ib answered, finding it a little easier than the subject before it, but still one that didn't sit right in the girl's mind. It made as much sense as everything else did, which wasn't any.

"She said we came here together, then she left with dad. She asked me if I was okay..." Ib paused a while, gripping her hands that had fallen by then to her sides together before adding, "I said I missed her."

...This is hard to deal with for an adult. But Ib is...not one. Mature as she can be, she's still a kid. This is crazy hard to handle. And the hardship is honestly breaking Garry's heart.

And she can't really ask who her sister is, could she? What happened with that?

This is too strange...Garry frowned with her. What can he even do about this?

"You must miss her...I can tell you what I know. I...don't know how much I can help but maybe I can clarify some things?" Garry said, then he paused and went at it.

"You were here for a while and then you left. I've been here since last summer. I teach Painting here and I'm in school. It was even a few months after we both left the gallery."

Paused one more time. He was prepping this last part.

"...Mary is here."

Dorm Log The Sequel To End All Sequels

Garry : Dorm, Office/Studio, Classroom, Everywhere

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