Turboheaven: Euphausia

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No meme rn because Metaphor is sitting on my desktop waiting for me to play it

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Week 0, Monday

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[Are you ready for a beach episode?

Luckily it doesn't involve swimsuits, because Ali is wearing his usual grey suit but with the jacket and shoes removed and his hems rolled up to avoid getting wet. He will just wade in up to his ankles, thanks.]

It's been a while since I've gone to the beach...beautiful, isn't it?

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[ eupha is also out here fully dressed on the beach because what is beachwear. ]

It is! It reminds me of home... Perhaps my prayers were answered?

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Maybe. My country is more mountainous, so I can't say if this is like 'home' for me or not. Maybe a place with snowy mountaintops will be next stop for the train.

[He didn't have many chances to go to the beach in life though, so he'll enjoy wading in the waters with his feet. Even if it's going to be a mess to clean the sand off later, he's enjoying it for now.]

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Oh, I do hope so! I'm not good with the cold, but I think it would be exciting to see a lot of snow all at once.

[smokeandglasses]

[Not so good with the cold...]

Truthfully I'm not either. But where I'm from we have warm clothes and plenty of fires to sit by. And it makes for a perfect temperature in summer, I don't think it's ever been more than 21 degrees.

[It has, more recently, but he's nostalgic for the past.]

Week 1, Monday

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[ It's morning!! It's winter!! Eupha is out in her normal cloak, looking at the Christmas scenery. She is observing the big Christmas tree in town. ]

Do the people here make offerings to this tree...? What an interesting custom!

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[Eugh, cold. As soon as he enters the town square he is grabbing a thick coat to pull on. Winter has never been his best time.]

It seems so. I'm not sure why you would make offerings to a tree though, unless the tree is sentient or something.

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Well, people make offerings in all kinds of ways. Perhaps there is a god of trees and greenery who is honoured in this way?

[smokeandglasses]

It's possible, I suppose. It's nothing like what we do back home though.

Week 1, Sunday

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[ out in the garden, ali might notice a peculiar smell. if he looks to see the source, he'll find Eupha sitting in a clearing in the garden, candles and incense burning on a small altar before her. her two lower eyes are closed, with just the third one staring forward, and she is perfectly still.

her chao is also sitting serenely beside her.

if he's too polite to interrupt her, good news! she stirs first, opening her eyes and looking over to see him. ]

... Oh, good day. Out for a walk?

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[He is indeed too polite to interrupt, so he'll wait for her to finish what she's doing.]

Yeah. I needed to do something today.

[After all of that, he needs to keep busy, or else his mind will drive himself crazy.]

[trifocal]

I can certainly understand. The last few days have been... stressful, to say the least.

Meditating helps, I think, though I am sure it's not for everyone.

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Meditating? I don't think I've tried that before. What does it do?

Week 2, Monday

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[This PC starts with a crash in the greenhouse. Care to investigate?]

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[ imagine if i said no.


yeah! she'll hurry over and open the door to look inside. ]

Is everything all right in here...?

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[It looks like some of the tools have been knocked over.

She will also hear a strange noise while something scurries into the shadows behind some seed bags.]

[trifocal]

[ ...?

maybe an animal got inside? she comes over a little closer... and starts to tug on one of the seed bags. slowly dragging it out... ]

Week 3, Monday

[trifocal]

[ What's up. We probably didn't mean to meet here, in the funhouse. ]

... This isn't a restaurant?

[ Nope. Instead, a memory is displayed in the mirrors:


You see villagers gathered before their chief, clamouring for action. There are intruders on the island, they say. Sanctists, come to steal the divine relics. They must be put to death. The chief tries to calm them, explaining that the outsiders have done no harm, but they will not be placated. This is but the latest in a series of disasters.

They are right. It is time to perform the ritual.


( ... also, if you notice little floating particles in the air? You can 100% see them. They are everywhere. ) ]

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[I was going to say something silly to start with, but then I watched that memory and whoo boy]

You...that's not how you died, is it?

[The dragons in his world mostly isolate themselves from humans, only descending to where the humans live to hunt for food in the form of deer, cows, or sheep. Participating in ritualistic sacrifice like that is unthinkable.]

[trifocal]

[ there's a lingering look at her brother, before he vanishes from the mirror's surface.

and after a moment, she shakes her head. ]

Very nearly, but no.

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[He sees! That look!!!]

...did someone else?

Week 3, Saturday

[trifocal]

[ well...... that was a trial. eupha can be found back at the mansion, in the common area. ]

I was about to make some tea. Would you like some?

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Yes please, that sounds good.

[He is so tired, but there's still much to be done tonight.]

[trifocal]

[ she'll pour them each a cup of lavender tea and bring it out to the sitting area. ]

It was a difficult outcome, as it usually is. How are you feeling?

[smokeandglasses]

Awful. Like I failed Zhongli by not figuring out who killed him.

[Sitting down in the sitting area and letting out a sigh. What an awful day.]