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?
[ 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. ]
[ What's up. We probably didn't mean to meet here, in the funhouse. ]
... This isn't a restaurant?
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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.
Week 0, Monday
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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Week 1, Monday
Do the people here make offerings to this tree...? What an interesting custom!
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Week 1, Sunday
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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Week 2, Monday
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Week 3, Monday
... 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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Week 3, Saturday
I was about to make some tea. Would you like some?
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