Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)20:40 No. 1119188 ID: 54055d
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>Are the shops that should be open at this time still busy?
Hmm, it looks like half of these shops have closed early. Then again it’s after supper--and it’s probably due to the lack of customers by this hour.

>What’s with that long shadow?
>I think that strange fellow Doedi mentioned earlier is tailing the two of you.
Da leans in for a kiss but Ma spins to look behind her.

Dama: Hon?

Yamelle: Do you see that? I think something’s up there.

There is a long shadow looming after them. When they look for its source the sunlight blares into their eyes.

Dama: Barely. Maybe someone’s repairing the roof. Or it could be an ornament.

Yamelle: No look! They’re moving, see? I wonder if they’re watching us. What if it’s like that story Doedi told you? It could be an omen!

Dama: Hrmmgh, now that’s just ridiculous. Don’t pay any attention to that nonsense.

Dama: Let’s keep going.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)20:41 No. 1119189 ID: 54055d
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They saunter with a bit more purpose. Ma and Da hold hands and drink in the tranquility of the village. The impromptu decision to move out of the city and into the mountainside was perhaps the best decision they’ve made together.

The temple is the largest building in town. There’s always a preacher present and anyone can visit for a prayer to the pantheon of chupian goddesses. As expected, sermons are held every week and so are most community events: weddings, graduation, auctions, all that stuff.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)20:42 No. 1119190 ID: 54055d
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Da and Ma enter. The vestibule is vacant and the air is still. Dama swivels his head around.

Dama: It’s pretty dim inside. You could stub a toe if you’re not careful.

Yamelle: Did we come in through the wrong entrance? Oh, I hope we didn’t miss it already!

Dama: I’m not hearing anything. I guess I’ll keep an ear out for the town crier tomorrow.

Yamelle: I guess we can pray while we’re here.

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)20:47 No. 1119191 ID: 54055d
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CLICK

SURPRIIIISE!

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)20:49 No. 1119192 ID: 54055d
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A group of familiar faces clap their hands. There’s over a dozen present! Decorations are strewn about and plenty of food on the concession table.

At first glance are Doedi, Maltar, Aaji and Soie, priest Zimir and Sister Nor, Yamelle’s book-reading group Avyn, Tova, Yenn, and Riniir, and Dama’s drinking buddies Barlou, Yefan, Zawyn, Aaldir and Emzod!

The lamplighter is first to speak.

Doedi: Well finally! We were beginning to think you weren’t coming.

Aaji: I was about to suggest we march straight to your door and wheel you over!

Doedi: But it’s good you’re here--it’s time to celebrate with what you guys do best. A shower!

Yamelle-Dama 2025/12/17(Wed)20:51 No. 1119193 ID: 54055d
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Yamelle: O-oh! A baby shower. What a... surprise for sure!

Tova: Well you skipped the last two! You weren’t going to slip by without a proper welcome to your third now, were ya?

Yamelle: Well I suppose that’s... fair!

Dama: Hrmmgh...

Aaji: We haven’t forgotten about you, champ. All your drinking buddies are here! They brought plumwine and beetshine donated from Daringh's for just the occasion.

Aaji: But nooone for your wife I’m afraid! Now go play with your friends.

How does the party get started?

party starts with plenty of drinks and music (karaoke!!) with Da. And whatever we do, we gotta at one point suplex charlie brown there. Something about him pisses you off for some reason, yet you don't remember why. Gotta get drunk for that first!

meanwhile, Ma has a lot of gifts to open, because a lot of the babby shower gifts are also gifts from the previous two they skipped out on. They've just been keeping them this whole time. plenty of gossip here and there too.

>>1119193
Ma suddenly craves cake.
The sugar... calls to her.
If she can, she shouldntry to get a finger to the icing.
... for some reason a pickle would also fulfil the craving.
Both together would be sublime.

Da cant very well tell his children to eat their beets if he wont drink his beetshine like a good boy.
He must drink.

Yamelle 2025/12/20(Sat)22:03 No. 1119259 ID: 54055d
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The girls take Yamelle by the arm and scoot her away from her husband before another word escapes her snout. Dama hums and somewhat reluctantly joins his boys.

Wife is brought to the snack bar where her friends congregate. There’s a big ol’ cake on the table and a massive pile of gifts stacked beside it.

Yamelle: Oh my, that’s sure a lot! Y-You didn’t need to--

Yenn: Ah, most of these were from the last two you skimped out on. So you better open the oldest ones first!

Yamelle: I-In a moment! I’m just, you know--a bit tired from the walk!

Tova: Here--try one of Avyn’s sorbet crackerdoughs!

Riniir: Not so fast! I’m dying to know what you think of my chortle-nibblers. I switched up the recipe. Can you tell what I changed?

Yenn: Before you open any of those gifts I need you to have some of my orange spackle-chunks.

Yamelle: PERHAPS one of you could give me a... slice of cake?

Dama 2025/12/20(Sat)22:05 No. 1119260 ID: 54055d
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Aaldir: --so anyways she was ridin’ up my ass about separating the white blankets from the colors and I’m like... “Can’t you see I’m busy, WOMAN?”

“HAW HAW har har hurhurhurg...”

Yefan: --And then she suggested her sister move in for a while and I say “Over my DEAD KIESTER!”

“WHAAAR HAR HAW HAW HEW...”

Dama: Hrrrrrrrmngh...

How much will Dama drink per update?
→ Sparkling Yam Milk Normie: 0 bottles
→ Snowpoppy Mead Fan: half-bottle
→ Plumwine Enjoyer: 1 bottle
→ Beetshine Connoisseur: 2 bottles

Snowpoppy mead, for now. The night is still young.

Mead
Y'know maybe Dama should be at the snack table too. can't drink on an empty stomach after all.

And he could get Yamelle cake

Da is developing a resting " i am surrounded by imbeciles" expression.
I mean, sure, hus friends are helping with that but, i wouldnt like to see it get stuck that way
But, does it reach all the way down to the core?
Is he a fun drunk, messy drunk or even more dour?
Thinking on it, the only way to truly pay back friends who have gone to an effort for you is to show them your joy.
A drink of each then!

Set Dama's drinking level to Snowpoppy Mead Fan. It's a celebration for sure, but one not to get so drunk it's forgotten in the morning.

Snowpoppy for now. If things get more annoying, just drink stronger stuff to make it through the night.

You know i just realized, are ma and da the only one with paint markings on their faces?

>>1119281
daughter probably likes to paint their faces

Dama 2025/12/24(Wed)04:15 No. 1119363 ID: 54055d
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>And he could get Yamelle cake
He gets a piece of that cake every day, hur hur.

>Snowpoppy Mead
Husband doesn’t want to jump the gun--he’s concerned whether his wife will need his support. He pops the cap for some snowpoppy mead. It seems them boys can recognize the fizzle of a beer tab.

Aaldir: Whoa-hoah-hoah! Looky here, boys! Dama’s watching his in-take! Need a lil’ sippy-cup for that?

“HURR HURR HRAH HAWH HUH...”

Dama ignores and drinks halfway through the can. Preacher Zimir steps in to speak with the expecting father.

Zimir: Mr. Dama. A word.

Zimir: Just so we can get this out of the way--I’d rather have a head start on your baby’s certificate. What was the agreed name you’ve chosen for him again? Anjan? Benjen?

Da rubs the back of his neck.

Dama: We don’t... have a name.

Zimir: No name?! Why, how strange to have that slip under for so long. Surely you came up with some idea. Something you two floated around?

Dama: It didn’t slip.

Zimir: Didn’t slip?! What could you possibly mean by that?

Dama: We’ve only named our children after birth. It’s, uh, it’s less stressful for my wife is all.

Zimir: Well I suppose if you’re considering names at the last minute I wouldn’t mind throwing my own in the ring. Zimir is a respected name descended from regal men. I’d be honored if you choose that. You said it was a boy, yes?

Dama: We don’t know yet either.

Aaldir: Ap-whuh-ktchgh-what?! You don’t know if it has a wiener or vagiener?!

Zimir smacks the fella upside the head.

Zimir: Don’t say it like that! This is a sacred temple.

Aaldir: But isn’t the shrine for the goddess of swearing right fucking there?!

Zimir: That’s the goddess of language and the written word, you buffoon!

Aaldir: That’s what I just said!

Yamelle 2025/12/24(Wed)04:22 No. 1119364 ID: 54055d
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Aaji: No name or sex of the baby?!

Yamelle: Oh, y-you know. What’s the rush, r-right?

Aaji: You waited long enough! That baby’s about to move out any day now.

Tova: I hope it’s another sweet girl like your Sashi.

Yenn: You know what? You should name her Magra, after the protagonist from our current book-reading: The Glass Pillow. It’s headstrong and projects independence.

Tova: No, no. Keep it simple, darling! Something like Farah. I always liked Farah. Like that... what was that short story?

“Tammei is also cute.”

“How about Yaara?”

“Yaara is too popular. There are enough Yaaras in this village.”

“Gamby!” “Sonjor!” “Njar!” “Oooh don’t be bringing in those colonist names now.” “I still think Farah is nice.” “Anthne!” “That’s an eigo name, is it not?” “How about Nadione?” "Korra!" "Ooooh sorry. Cassan just named her daughter Korra." "Probably why I was thinking of it at the time."

Yamelle: Well... yeah. That’s... those are names.

Ma takes a bite of her cake.

sheesh, what a fun time this is shaping up to be. if that cake isn't at least good throw a fit.

you could try to organize a party game, for the prize of which baby name you will "strongly consider"

>>1119363
Oh no.
Theyre delightful idiots.
I see why da likes them.
Hm.
Propose a drinking competition under the eyes of many deities. He who wins shall have their suggestion shall be presented unto ma and seriously considered.
Note: do not state if it is most drunk, most sober or speed. Just incase some one with an iron liver and bottomless gullet picks a stinker of a name.
Honour the gods with your joy.

>>1119364
That cake could really do with a pickle.
But, theres proper names and nicknames.
Every baby is given one as a gift and earns the other. Talk to them about the pet names your others earned. Sashis smacking lips habit had to have earned her a nickname even if shes outgrown it now.

You should pick Njar just for added confusion in the future.

Be the conversation master you are and switch topics! How about naming what's in this cake, it's really good!

Yamelle 2026/01/09(Fri)23:39 No. 1119865 ID: 54055d
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>If that cake isn’t at least good throw a fit.
>Be the conversation master you are and switch topics! How about naming what’s in this cake
Yamelle: I’m sure I’ll think of something when the moment comes! Perhaps we could... you know... talk about something else?

Yamelle: I mean, this cake! It’s uh… it’s--

Yamelle: What’s in it?

Soie: Well looks like someone finally noticed the yellow pond custard I slaved over!

Aaji: I saw you mix it, Soie. You basically just add water!

Soie: Other things too! It takes an hour to whip it!

Riniir: Oh! I just remembered something! You know--there has been an extensive study that if you conceived a child while on your stomach, then it’s likely to be a boy! But on your back, it’s likely to be a girl!

Riniir: I think I can recall conceiving Leiko that way!

Aaji: Do you remember the position you were in, Yamelle?

Yamelle: O-oh my... I don’t know if I... well... golly!

Aaji: Come ooooooon. Just between us girls~ Right?

Avyn: Hey Riniir! My husband’s been getting short of breath lately; he’s wanting to be on his back. Is there a difference between facing or looking away when riding?

Yamelle: Oh goddesses...

Dama 2026/01/09(Fri)23:40 No. 1119866 ID: 54055d
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The boys have migrated further from the main chamber. Most of them start their second bottle o’ booze.

Barlou: Hey, congrats Dama. So--this is gonna be kid number three, huh? I can’t imagine having all them rascals crawl over me. My son was enough for my wife and I. Can’t wait for him to be outta the house and not my problem no more! Heh hyeh.

Barlou: No sane man would ask for more than that, ya get me?

The father of the hour finishes his first can of mead.

Dama: Mm. We’ll have to see. Yamelle and I only tried for Sashi. The others were just... happenstance.

Barlou: You mean an accident! Hur hur. Knowing how much you like to brag I wouldn’t be surprised if this village flooded with lil’ bastards of yours! Haw haw haw!

The other guys chuckle and nudge one another at his comment
• Ignore the comment
→ Stay silent
→ Think of a different topic
• Quip and insult the man
• Lecture him, sternly

say you're already excited for trying for a fourth and a fifth. maybe you'll name on of them after Barlou! the rude one

>>1119866
Quip and insult the man.

I think that's what he's aiming for as a reaction? No need to spoil the mood yet.

Yamelle: I think my position was on my side… what would that mean?

Its true, you have a lot to brag about. needle him back

>>1119866
He did just imply your infidelity... and that demands response. unless im missing a cultural norm here and the folk of du-gar are more liberated in mating practices.
Hm.
Either we imply his single son was due to him planting seed from an empty pouch.
Or
That one of your hypothetical bastards could be his son as the lad is far too handsome to have been emitted from an arse faced old sot like him.
Or both.

Dish it back out on him.

Dama 2026/01/22(Thu)03:25 No. 1120321 ID: 54055d
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>Quip and insult
>Needle him back
>Dish it out
This demands immediate response. Dama cracks open a new bottle and calmly sips.

Dama: Perhaps, uh, all your wives would desire more children if you did your side of the heavy lifting.

The boys grunt and rabble.

Barlou: Hey now! I make the money--that’s already more than enough heavy lifting as I work my fingers mining for sudstone bricks.

Barlou: Can’t blame a man who returns home wantin’ nothing but to nap on the couch without a little demon screaming for brittle chips.

Barlou: Aint that right boys?!

Dama: Hrmmgh.

Emzod: Hey, Doedi! You aint never had kids, right? I’ve been trying to have some alone-time with Sistreka. You don’t mind being a dad for a month, right?

Doedi: Feh! Your kid would have never have been so lucky getting away from you!

WAW HAW HWAR HAW!

Yamelle 2026/01/22(Thu)03:28 No. 1120323 ID: 54055d
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Amidst the chatter, Aaji taps a small brass gong. The boys from the other room cease their talking and reenter with booze still in their hands.

Aaji: Alright boys and girls--it’s time to open the presents!

Yamelle: Oh, dear.

Aaji: C’mon, momma. Start opening those gifts! You too, Dama. Start with this pile over here!

There’s a plethora of presents spread across the main table... in fact it’s hard to find the table underneath them all. It’s like the whole village pitched in! Actually, it’s absolutely that.

What marvelous gifts could they beeee? So suggest one for the expecting mother. Or something else to happen during the shower.

A horn. Useful for calling your kids in from playing in the field, and being louder than them too!

Socks. Socks inside socks inside socks. A supply for all the way from infancy to teenagery.

A showerhead. Someone got the wrong idea what kind of shower this is.

a set of holiday-themed bibs

>>1120339

And matching sweaters for Da and Ma to go with them.

Someone boxed up a bunch of delicious sweets for the expecting mother to eat! They're still good to eat since they were made earlier today.

A book full of homemade recipes to satisfy pregnancy cravings.

>>1120323
A hatchet toy or real

A diaper 3D printer, to mass produce diapers.
And lots of johnson and johnson full-body shampoo.

Also, how did Barlou know about your kid crying about brittle chips? He's a spy! Kill him!

Someone decided to give ear protection or whatever version matches the local physiology as a gag gift.

Music CDs of various Chupian sing a longs.

Yamelle-Dama 2026/03/17(Tue)04:02 No. 1123532 ID: 54055d
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The expecting mother carefully rips open the wrappings. The moment wades in unsettling silence as the audience waits for her reaction. The unboxing echoes throughout the spacious chambers.

Yamelle: Oh! Socks!

Yamelle: Lots of socks.

Sister Nor: Triple-weaved from the fur of the delgrossian yak. I stockpiled enough to last throughout your baby’s life from infancy to adulthood!

Yamelle: Why, that’s very helpful! Thank you!

Yamelle: And this, uh...

Sister Nor: Ear protectors! They’re like socks but for ears!

Yamelle: Right!

Yamelle: Aaaand are these--wait--

Maltar: Hapcha’s Full-body Shampoo! A dollop can produce enough suds to fill a water tank!

Yamelle: Dama, don’t we sell these at the bath shop?

Dama: Just... smile for him.

Maltar: I knew you’d like it. It’s truffle-scented, too!

“I found a discounted book called The Karma Sutra of Cuddling!”

“Open this one next!”

“I got your husband a fat-suit so he may share the burden of carrying a child next time.”

“Here’s one of those horns to call your children inside when it’s dark out!”

“My neighbor brought you bellyphones and mixtapes of ambient oceanic noises of Pan’jii. You see, they’re like headphones but stretch out around your stomach so the baby can hear! I heard it could speed up their intelligence.”

“I found this three-CD set of NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MANUMANUNS DAY. I’m sure your children will absolutely love singing it come the holidays.”

“Ooo! Open that one, Yam!”

Dama 2026/03/17(Tue)04:02 No. 1123533 ID: 54055d
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Da is building up a buzz but it’s manageable. He’s trying to corral the gifts for later shipping to his bathhouse.

Zawyn: Why don’t you try on the fat suit for us, huh?

HAW HAW HWA HRAH!

Dama: Mm. Pass.

In true awkward fashion to begin a departure, Dama slaps his knees and searches for the time.

Dama: Welp. I ought to see when my wife will be ready to go. We should think about closing the bathhouse soon.

He sets his empty bottle down and searches for his wife.

Dama: Uh, Yamelle? We ought to relieve the babysitter. You know how Del is when we’re not the ones tucking him in.

Dama: Dear?

Dama 2026/03/17(Tue)04:03 No. 1123534 ID: 54055d
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Hrmm. She’s surrounded by too many people chattering her ears off--and Dama’s not one to raise his voice (he aint drunk enough). What a dilemma. He’s been wary of how... overstimulated she’s been throughout the party.

The sight of her shrinking from too much attention hurts thine heart.

How best to take their leave?

>>1123534
Elbow in there and guide her to safety!

>>1123534
Theres only one way.
Put on the fat suit.
Folks erill let her through so she can see and they might even think youre drumker than you are and let her leave.

put your arms around her and rest your head on hers

Call for a toast, then quickly flee while everyone's drinking.

>>1123536
This! Fat suit! Fat suit! Although if that takes too long, you could just announce that you'll don the fat suit all the way home to get their attention off of her. While also totally naked.

You know, in preparation to put on the fat suit.

Just walk over, pick her up bridal style, excuse yourself and carry her out

>>1123541
This! Lift her off her feet!

>>1123541
>>1123545
I don't know about that. The last thing we need is Dama throwing out his back and dropping Yamelle on the floor!

Can we do something that doesn't involve potential injuries?

>>1123550
Dama isn't that old! ………I think?

Dama 2026/03/20(Fri)05:54 No. 1123626 ID: 54055d
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Dama: Well gee, look how late it is. Now if you’ll excuse us...

He elbows between guests and shimmies through to guide Yamelle to safety.

He scoops up his wife, bridal style; the crowd gasps. He underestimates her weight at first, but manages to keep his legs moving. Yamelle hasn’t been swept off her feet like this since...

...well, maybe not that long ago if we’re being honest.

Age has yet to catch up--and Dama is active enough to manage for just a little while. He awkwardly shuffles to the exit. Dama was never good at long goodbyes anyway.

Dama: I’ll, uh, come by to gather our gifts later. Thank you for the celebration.

Dama: I will keep your names in mind.

Yamelle: Guess this is goodbye, folks! See you all in the buff tomorrow!

The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as they quickly depart. The temple doors close with a KA-CHUNK before anyone has a proper reaction to stop them.

Yamelle-Dama 2026/03/20(Fri)05:58 No. 1123627 ID: 54055d
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The streets are much quieter now. Dusk fades into a night full of stars as our couple returns home.

The bathhouse business slows down as the last push of customers dry off and leave. While the place is open until midnight, sections are beginning to close off and the largest pool will begin draining for some scrubbing.

Yamelle: Good grief, evening is already over.

Yamelle: You don’t think we were a tad rude leaving so abruptly like that, do you?

Dama: I think you were ready to go. I had almost forgotten uh...

Dama: ...how much attention can be overwhelming...

Dama: ...for us.

Dama: We can always tell our friends there was an emergency back home.

Yamelle: I suppose you’re right. I just need my mind onto other things now.

Yamelle: In fact, after closing I think I’ll take a long hot bath.

What does the Yamelle-Dama family do in the hours before closing time?

Yamelle starts showing signs of labor! Looks like Dama has to continue carrying her again to the hospital.

Eh... what things need to be done around this time of day?
I guess you could make sure everything's in order, get a head start on closing duties.

the usual tidying up

Sashi: Wake up demanding brittle chips.
Da: Crack open another cold one and converse with your employees a bit while scrubbing out the pool.
Ma: Pop in one your music CDs you got. Listen to some music while you collect some lingering bath towels and get them in the wash.

Yeah, tidying up and stuff! Don't forget to thank the babysitter!

Yamelle 2026/04/27(Mon)19:41 No. 1125972 ID: 54055d
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The babysitter has put the children to bed, and is thanked for their vigilant caretaking.

Down in the workspace, Ma collects lingering bath towels and used robes; there’s a cart to toss them all in--just as she has this morning. She tries on the ear protectors.

Of course, Dama doesn’t approve of her hard work.

>Yamelle starts showing signs of labor!
Dama: Hey! I don’t want you laboring over there! Go relax.

Unfortunately her new ear protectors block that noise and she remains oblivious of his concerns. Dama grumbles and resumes scrubbing while dismissing one of the workers to go home.

Yamelle 2026/04/27(Mon)19:41 No. 1125973 ID: 54055d
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And finally, closing duties are complete. The pool has been scrubbed, rinsed, and refilled. All employees return home. Dama was feeling pretty exhausted after a hard night--and retreats upstairs after kissing his wife goodnight. Soon he’ll be sporting nothing but a fundoshi in bed.

Dama: Are you coming up?

Yamelle: Oh not yet. I think I’m going to wade in the tub for a while and play some soft music.

Dama: Promise you’ll allow me to open up tomorrow. Goodnight, wife.

Ma has left one tub active; she undresses to dip a toe in.

Yamelle: Good heavens, at last.

Yamelle: A nice, quiet, hot bath to relieve this aching body.

Yamelle 2026/04/27(Mon)19:42 No. 1125974 ID: 54055d
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Yamelle: Mmmm <3

Yamelle: ...

Yamelle 2026/04/27(Mon)19:49 No. 1125975 ID: 54055d
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KNOCK KNOCK

KNOCK KNOCK

Yamelle: Oh... tch.

Yamelle: Why now of all moments?

Now who could that be? Don’t they know we’re CLOSED? How does one take care of this matter?
• Ignore. Maybe they’ll go away.
• Yell that you’re closed!
• Submerge deeper into the tub.
• Fine. Answer the damn door.
→ Answer the damn door naked.
→ Yell for Dama to answer the damn door.
→ Yell for Dama to answer the damn door naked.

Answer door naked! Yay!

Yell for Dama to answer the door

No way you're getting up out of this nice warm tub. Let em knock

Try to birth baby

Dama can handle it

Call for Dama.

Dama is a good lad, he will answer the door and let his pregnant wife relax.

Yell for Dama to answer the door.

Dama can answer the door! Especially if he's in his fundoshi!

>>1125975
Momentarily wallow and hope theyll go away.
Briefly consider shouting for dama or yelling to tell them youre closed.
Feel the chill of realisation that shouting for either runs the risk of waking the children.
Realise that constant knocking may result in the same thing.
Then, with great reluctance and wearing nothing but an annoyed frown, answer the door.

DAMA ANSWER THE DOOR!

Yamelle 2026/05/10(Sun)05:47 No. 1126571 ID: 54055d
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>Call for Dama
>Yell for Dama to answer the door.
>No way you’re getting up out of this nice warm tub. Let em knock.
Yamelle: Daaamaaa? Could you answer the door, honey?

KNOCK KNOCK

Yamelle: Husband? Can you hear me? I think someone’s at the door!

Yamelle: Hon?

Yamelle: ...

Yamelle: DAMAAAA!

The knocks cease, but the last one faintly resonates through the whole bathhouse; a long echo. Yamelle tries turning her head to view the front entrance--but it’s difficult at her angle. She doesn’t hear her husband come down the stairs or speak.

Maybe they just left.

Yamelle: Nevermiiind!

She eases back into the delightful warmth of her bath. Mmm~

Now’s the time to try the midwife’s meditation practices. Let every fiber of your being feel the water’s embrace. We are born shaped in snow; we’re water given life. Close your eyes and melt, and become one with water. Strengthen your bond with your baby, and melt with them.

Hrrrrrng.

All the aches and pains seem to go away.

Yamelle 2026/05/10(Sun)05:48 No. 1126572 ID: 54055d
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It’s unknown how much time has passed, but the boilers should be low on fuel and would peter out soon. The expecting mother wiggles her toes as if regaining feeling again. She lets out a contented sigh and rubs her belly.

Drying off, the air seems a tad chilly. A brisk waft of wind dances on her fur.

Yamelle: OoOoOh! That’s odd. I wonder if Dama has left a window--

Yamelle 2026/05/10(Sun)05:49 No. 1126574 ID: 54055d
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Wuh--? Oh dear! The front door is wide open! Snow has been drifting in for some time!!

Now how did that happen?

>>1126574
First, look for Dama. Upon inevitably finding he's not here, get dressed for the cold weather and go out looking for him.

Close the door then check for wet footprints, gotta make sure the house is secure before anything else

was that last knock the door being kicked open? how rude
shut that before the whole building freezes.

oh no, someone's snuck in for a late night bath!

Nope
You just had a bath and it's freezing outside

If you think it's worth risking your child being stillborn... well, I don't think you or Dama would prefer that risk.

Shut the door quickly, then huddle up near the fire.

>>1126579
Makes sense.
Close the door, warm up quickly.
Solve the mystery once your not shivering.
Maybe a dreasing gown? Gotta be onemin ma's size

>>1126574

When the yearning for brittlechips consumes thee.

Yamelle 2026/05/11(Mon)03:32 No. 1126617 ID: 54055d
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Oooooh rats! Hubby better still be around. Perhaps it’s just a coincidence! Doors swing open by themselves on accident all the time! Yeah! She wouldn’t want to venture outside leaving the kids alone in the house!

>Close the door, warm up quickly.
>shut that before the whole building freezes
>Shut the door quickly, then huddle up near the fire.
Ma closes the double-doors and makes sure to lock it. Her nips do feel quite chilly--she enters the basement to warm up by the furnace. A towel traps some of the heat as she ponders.

Yamelle: Can’t be burglars--not that we have expensive merchandise. And where would they go? The villagers will recognize our stuff if they sell it on the black market!

Yamelle: Hmm... does Du-Gar even have a black market?

Yamelle: I shouldn’t overthink and get too worried; it’s a nice neighborhood after all.

Yamelle: Even if someone came in unannounced it’s probably all just a misunderstanding.

Yamelle: I should poke around the house just in case. A bird could’ve swooped in!

It doesn’t sound like anyone’s walking around; the floor can be squeaky for this old house. All silent inside. Wind’s blowing, though--whistling outside.

Yamelle 2026/05/11(Mon)03:33 No. 1126619 ID: 54055d
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Once dry enough she ascends the stairs out from the basement.

>[...] check for wet footprints, gotta make sure the house is secure before anything else
Gasp! Footprints?! Oh no, did she remember to sweep the vestibule? Why hasn’t she noticed them before? Were they her own? They trail back into the baths.

Cautiously, Yamelle follows the lead. There’s a light sloshing noise beyond the changing rooms.

Yamelle 2026/05/11(Mon)03:33 No. 1126620 ID: 54055d
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>oh no, someone’s snuck in for a late night bath!
Strange... who could it be?

Ma doesn’t recognize them. Looks to be one of those hairless choops-- not very common up here in the mountains. She looks old. Very old. ‘Wonder what’s going on there.

Is she lost?

Yamelle: Uhm, excuse me? Hello? Ma’am? Can I help you with anything?

Yamelle: It’s... quite the hour!

Yamelle 2026/05/11(Mon)03:34 No. 1126621 ID: 54055d
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She slowly faces Yamelle. Her eyes are dim, possibly cataracts. Lots of wrinkles and folds in her skin. Is that what we all look like underneath our comfy fur?

And she speaks nonchalantly.

Stranger: Oh, hello.

Stranger: The door was open. I assumed it’s a public house.

Stranger: You won’t mind if I rest my bones here for a while?

>The door was open. I assumed it’s a public house.

Huh, so if the door was open when she arrived, that means there's another person who came in before her if shes not the one who opened the door.

Tell her she can stay since it was our fault for not locking the door. But ask if she saw anyone else when she came in.

quickly search your mind for both 1) knowledge of how important sacred hospitality is in your culture and 2) if there are any myths or legends about witches that could put you at risk if you let them stay the night

also if nothing else, it's probably ultimately up to Dama if she can stay the night

that's fine but, the boilers are off for the night. the water's going to get cold. you shouldn't get a cold soak before going outside at night. Are you staying nearby?

>>1126621
Well I guess it's ok. Tell her how the bath house usually works, and unfortunately that you can't offer her many services right now. You should probably go find your husband and tell him you have a late visitor so he doesn't get surprised.

...were the doors wide open when she came in? Or was she the one knocking?

Damn. A blind old lady? Can't send her packing in the snow.

Explain the wind must have opened the door and the baths are actually closed. She can stay til she dries off, but you and your husband are tired and can't entertain.

>>1126621
She just walked in? Maybe the knocking was wind on an improperly shut door.

Um.
Her clothes.
Find them and rest them on a warm pipe for her.
Thats it.
Youre not just doing it to check she actually had clothes when she arrived.
Nope.
Thatd be weird.

Yamelle 2026/05/14(Thu)05:40 No. 1126793 ID: 54055d
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>Maybe the knocking was wind on an improperly shut door.
>Damn. A blind old lady? Can't send her packing in the snow.
>she can stay since it was our fault for not locking the door.
Yamelle: Oh! Uhm. Well, we were supposed to be closed but it’s my fault for forgetting to lock the door.

Yamelle: Don’t worry about it though! I guess the wind has blown it wide open for you!

Yamelle: You didn’t see anyone else come in, have you?

She ponders, staring at still water.

Stranger: I don’t think I have.

Stranger: My eyesight ain’t what it used to be anyway.

>the boilers are off for the night. the water's going to get cold
Yamelle: Well, I suppose it won’t hurt if you stay a bit. The boilers are off for the night--your bath will be cold or lukewarm at best.

Yamelle: It’ll be freezing outside after a cold soak, you know! Are you staying anyplace in town?

Stranger: Not particularly. I only just arrived.

Yamelle: Oo! Where from? Myrr? Djarjin?

Stranger: No place...

Yamelle: No place?

Stranger: I’m a wanderer. ‘Haven’t had a place for as long as I can remember.

Stranger: Although in some aspects, when you roam the world you’re always home.

Stranger: I’ve slept in harsh weather. Plenty of times. Slept in rain, in snow.

Stranger: After a time, it didn’t bother me much. When you consider we were once a blanket of frost, the cold can be comforting--it’s a return to what we once were.

Yamelle: Gee, I... I can kind of see that perspective!

Yamelle 2026/05/14(Thu)05:43 No. 1126794 ID: 54055d
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>Her clothes. Youre not just [finding them] to check she actually had clothes when she arrived. Nope. Thatd be weird.
Yamelle glances around the immediate vicinity for any clothes shed from her guest. Nothing, really. Maybe she stashed them all in the changing room. If she had arrived naked, well, that’s a different situation.

Stranger: How much longer?

Yamelle: Hmm?

Stranger: The child.

Ma places a hand on her stomach.

Yamelle: Oh! It’ll be any day now! My third! Probably my last one. Three seems like a nice odd number!

Stranger: Hrmm.

There’s a slight smile on the elder’s lips.

Stranger: May I?

The stranger has a palm out, close to Ma’s belly.
• Sure
→ Get to know the stranger
→ Stand around in awkward silence
→ Make it quick. Ma has a hubby in a toasty bed to share in
• Uhh, no
→ Look but no touch, okay?
→ No one needs to hear your life story
→ Ma is real tired and should go to bed already
→ She might be a witch! No cursing the baby!
→ Oh my Goddess, you can’t just ask someone to feel their gravid belly.
• Insist the guest to hurry her bath
• Ask her questions