[after meeting two whole ass furries and a demon, mizu is at least less visibly taken aback by the third eye. all eupha sees is a blink and a slight widening of the eyes, like. damn. okay. hello.
just shrugs, having also changed into a canon outfit that looks like it's been washed and stitched back together way too many fucking times. some of the stains have never fully come out. terrible.]
No more disruptive than everything else that's been done so far.
[clogged toilets..... the potted plant wars....... the wet convenience store..................]
[imagine being powerful enough to write a proper starter on memshare week... anyway, regardless of wherever the heck they actually intended to go, they're now back in the funhouse. behold, a memory.]
mizu is looking over a phone that is now little bit cracked on the upper left corner. this is fine. the vibes are... annoyed. with a slight undercurrent of angry.]
[HELLO............ i guess this is post-till now, but mizu is checking up on her. help me. anyway, looking her over to make sure she's not actively bleeding anymore.]
You know, I don't think I had ever heard you say fuck before.
[ bleeding has stopped! her left arm is covered in fresh and properly-applied bandages. her face is a little flushed, but she is sitting upright and doesn't look like she's in terrible pain. ]
[girl, excellent questions. mizu is looking around, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. pauses when the chao holds out a place of fortune cookies to them.]
... They look like a choking hazard. [SQUINTS.] There's a piece of paper sticking out of them.
[ eupha can be found at the fairgrounds! considering they had to walk past a giant floating pyramid and a crater where the jamboree used to be to get here... ]
This part looks mostly as I remember it...
[ mostly. because i guess there are some funhouse mirrors that have somehow ended up outside of the funhouse. and while these two are nearby, they show a memory...
Accompanied by near-strangers, you make your way through the temple. Past the halls of weathered stone, you pass through a gray-walled jungle shrouded in vines and grass and bits of debris that litter the floor, following a path on the ground where footsteps have worn away the foliage. This, you know, is the path that other priestesses have walked on their pilgrimages.
At last, the final door is in sight. Beyond it is the altar where the Dragon God should lie dormant in its vessel. Here, you will perform the ritual. You will take the vessel, release the dragon from it, and offer your very life to it.
Once the sacrifice is complete, the village will be saved. However...
( ... also, if you notice little floating particles in the air? You can 100% see them. They are everywhere. ) ]
[EUPHA... BABY......... the voice acting while she's crying is so intense, wtf. clutches my chest in agony.
anyway, all the atlus shenanigans are so far out of mizu's 17th century ye olde samurai wheelhouse that it's not even funny. though this does put some things into context...? still. hm.]
Weekend 0, Saturday
This looks like a church... I wonder if they practice Sanctism here?
[ She's mostly musing to herself, but she'll turn to face the nearby stranger, allowing Mizu to get a good look at her three eyes. ]
Would it be disruptive to go inside, do you think?
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just shrugs, having also changed into a canon outfit that looks like it's been washed and stitched back together way too many fucking times. some of the stains have never fully come out. terrible.]
No more disruptive than everything else that's been done so far.
[clogged toilets..... the potted plant wars....... the wet convenience store..................]
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[ Her face lights up, like she just heard something very reassuring. ]
I apologize if this is a strange request, but would you come inside with me?
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Week 0, Friday
I don't understand... We couldn't have been far, could we?
Did you see or hear anything during the night?
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No. I remember feeling tired all of a sudden, then... Nothing.
[examining the spot where they discovered The Tingle as a group activity.]
The barrier must have disappeared overnight, though.
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Week 1, Monday
How strange. What creature could leave remains like this...?
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???]
A snake?
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week one, friday.
anyway, i guess they can be in the library still. mizu is looking around, frowning.]
Seems like they hid the damage away again.
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week two, monday.
Hm. Not bad...
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It is heartening to see such vibrant greenery, isn't it?
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Week 2, Friday
... It seems we were unable to avoid another tragedy.
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[our curfew streak... broken.]
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week three, tuesday.
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Why...?
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week four, monday.
mizu is looking over a phone that is now little bit cracked on the upper left corner. this is fine. the vibes are... annoyed. with a slight undercurrent of angry.]
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[ your dungeon adventure... she looks over mizu with some concern, though her emotional state is mostly one of calmness. ]
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week five, monday.
mizu is sitting in the middle of the street, surrounded by adorable little corgis. perhaps finally at peace...?]
If anyone desecrates this area, I will kill them.
[or maybe not.]
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ok well, valid actually ]
... I understand. If anyone did that, I would put a curse on them for one hundred years.
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week five, thursday.
You know, I don't think I had ever heard you say fuck before.
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... I do not think I had ever said it before.
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Week 6, Monday
What is this place...?
[ a chao is holding out a plate of fortune cookies to them. ]
Oh, they have snacks here?
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... They look like a choking hazard. [SQUINTS.] There's a piece of paper sticking out of them.
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Week 7, Monday
This part looks mostly as I remember it...
[ mostly. because i guess there are some funhouse mirrors that have somehow ended up outside of the funhouse. and while these two are nearby, they show a memory...
At last, the final door is in sight. Beyond it is the altar where the Dragon God should lie dormant in its vessel. Here, you will perform the ritual. You will take the vessel, release the dragon from it, and offer your very life to it.
Once the sacrifice is complete, the village will be saved. However...
( ... also, if you notice little floating particles in the air? You can 100% see them. They are everywhere. ) ]
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anyway, all the atlus shenanigans are so far out of mizu's 17th century ye olde samurai wheelhouse that it's not even funny. though this does put some things into context...? still. hm.]
... I didn't realize your spear was your god.
[damn.]
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