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I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

DECEMBER 2021 EVENT

Hello! We are trying a new style of event this December with archival-like entries that characters can ICly find in the Archives. This should allow characters to be able to plan against certain events that occur in-game and do research ahead of time, during the event, or after the fact.

The idea is that these prompts will provide you with all the possibilities characters could theoretically face from the prompt. We hope this leaves more open-ended opportunities for people to engage with. Anything mentioned in the excerpts could be an experience characters encounter. You can always ask for clarification on any prompt on the plotting page.

This is a way to keep all event prompts relevant since new characters would be able to "read up" on these events/excerpts by visiting the Archives or other such resources for information about past events and what they can anticipate from the setting.

We hope this new style makes sense and is fun for players to work with! They will rely on players creating more of the atmosphere than the prompts, but we think that the prompts will provide the perfect guidance as to what the atmosphere should feel like. Enjoy!

IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Holiday themed antler decoration.]
[Image Two: White stag with perfect, circular antlers with bits of ice attached.]

Prompt Two
[Image One: Sculpture of white rabbit with neck caught in a snare. Non-graphic.]
[Image Two: Person in red cloak and wolf mask turning around.]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Puppet making bloody snow angel in snow.]
[Image Two: Bloodied hands wrapped in bandages clenching.]

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Prompt 1 • Prompt 2 • Prompt 3 • Plotting • Newsletter

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WINTER MOURNING

WHEN: Begins in December and can last until the end of Feb.
WHERE: Everywhere
CONTENT WARNINGS: Spoilers for various canons, survival situations, forced memory share

[A passage from Rituals of Trench: Remembering Our Pasts reads the following:]

"A long-standing tradition to celebrate Bone Season is for Deerians to collect antlers and bones salvaged from natural resources and create decorative home accents. These antler-bone decors are known formally as Winter Mournings and can be found in almost every residential home throughout Deer Country. Winter Mournings can be made to look like wreaths, candle holders, or simply an antler with a bow hung up on a wall.

Winter Mournings is seen as a way to honor one's past tribulations and how one has managed to survive and overcome hardships during their life. Winter Mournings serves as a testament to survival and a willingness to keep surviving even when things look bleak and dismal.

Creating Winter Mournings is considered a blessing to the Pthumerians Dorothea, Remina, and Argonaut. You will know if the blessing was accepted once your Winter Mourning begins to glow like the moon. Touch your Winter Mourning and you will be pulled back in time to a memory of a specific time when you or someone else had to survive something physically or mentally challenging. For some, it is merely a memory that cannot hurt, but for others, you may want to proceed with caution as it has been known to pull people physically back to times of war.

One cannot choose which memory they wind up in if it is their own, a friend's, or a complete stranger's. Winter Mournings was designed to create a sense of union and empathy among residents and is meant to open your mind and heart to those who have suffered around you. It is time you explore your past, or someone else's past, with an open mind and see how the other side has lived through hard times. These memories are known to be from adolescence, adulthood, or sometimes even futures that have not yet happened or timelines you have never known. After all, Remina sees all past and all history. That means they see all of your past and history too.

No memory lasts forever though. Once the memory has been concluded, you shall be brought back to the present by the Winter Mourning Stag: a great white beast with a circle of frozen antlers. It will come to you when the time is ready, and you will return to the present like waking from a dazzling dream.

Experiencing Winter Mournings can stabilize one's mood and provide restful sleep after, even if the memories may be difficult to swallow. It truly is a tribute to honor past horrors and traumas. Some memories are painful to remember, but forgetting them will never do anyone any good either. So hang your Winter Mournings and remember what matters.

Survive another day. You are worth it."

FAQ

1. Winter Mournings can produce new memories every time you touch them or the same memory.

2. Characters cannot choose what the memory is.

3. Characters can arrive in each other's memories regardless of if they already know each other. Multiple people can experience the same memory.

4. You can either experience the memory as a memory you can't touch or experience - or you can physically be in the memory and have to survive the situation as well. If you die in memory, your body will die wherever you had been touching the Winter Mourning.

5. Palebloods are capable of altering memories or how they or others experience memories.

6. Characters can be pulled into memories at random - as long as one of the characters in the memory share is touching a Winter Mourning at first.

RUN, RABBIT, RUN

WHEN: Month of December
WHERE: Everywhere/the woods
CONTENT WARNINGS: Themes of hunting, ghosts, curses, attempts at animal violence, hunting people based on blood types.

[An excerpt from Legends of Trench: Curses and Causations reads the following:]

"One of the most notorious legends of Trench is without a doubt the tale of The Huntress and the Hare. Most Trenchies have been told this tale since they were children, but for those unfamiliar, settle in.

This story begins with a mischievous god and an ambitious huntress. The Pthumerian Dorothea loved to play tricks on hunters trying to survive the Bone Season, setting animals free from traps and remaking the traps to catch the hunters instead. One day, a darkblood Huntress was fed up with Dorothea preventing her from catching food for her family and decided to settle the score. The Huntress began to hunt for Dorothea specifically, but it is no small feat hunting the god of trickery and survival.

The Huntress started to rely on her darkblood powers to alter reality to make the perfect traps. Innocuous trees turned into glue traps that anyone would stick to until they were freed by a darkblood or death took their pain from them. Walking through bushes would snag legs and necks, effectively trapping whatever creatures were unfortunate enough to wander for food. Magical snares and beartraps lock around victims with unrelenting force, leaving people and animals to try for help until they cry no more. While this took many innocent lives in the woods, animals, and people alike, it never seemed to work on Dorothea.

Dorothea continued to outwit the Huntress until she eventually drove the Huntress insane. The Huntress died without ever catching Dorothea, but they say her vengeful spirit awakens in winter and begins to set her traps yet again. The Huntress sends her traps and her dead animals after vilebloods and warmbloods to spite Dorothea and hope to maybe catch the god's attention. But Dorothea is no passive god. Dorothea spurs vilebloods and warmbloods to defend themselves against darkbloods and coldbloods.

Infamously, this has created enormous tension between the blood types during December some years, and it is said that the blood lust has caused the types to begin hunting one another regardless of old friendships and alliances. Beware the Huntress's curse. Some believe darkbloods and coldbloods can still hear her haunting commands and cries from the Trenchwood.

They say there is no ease for the tension between the bloodtypes until December has passed, but some believe palebloods may provide relief if they are willing."

FAQ

1. Characters will increasingly feel the urge to actively hunt one another using traps/etc.

2. The Huntress's curse includes undead animals/beasts chasing after warmbloods and vilebloods and magical traps. Players can invent unique traps for their characters.

3. There will be an innate urge to chase/hide from one another.

4. The curse can be broken by paleblood intervention, character death, or a gradual wearing off by the end of the month.

LOCKJOINT

WHEN: All of Bone Season
WHERE: On Sleeper bodies
CONTENT WARNINGS: Mild body horror, blood magic curses, physical curses, cures through blood ministration/blood letting, possible skin removal, injuries, possible death via starvation/exposure.

[An passage from The Sleeper Condition; Chapter 13: Bodily Aches and More. Found exclusively at the Lumenarium:]

"Generally speaking, Sleeper blood allows Sleepers to navigate this world without the fear of illness and disease. However, no organic body is perfect, and Sleeper blood has its own set of ailments to fret over. Blood Ministers have studied the phenomena of Lockjoint for years now and believe that it is linked to the crystalization found in Sleeper death, though the exact connection remains unknown.

Lockjoint tends to begin and last throughout Bone Season. Some Sleepers may never experience it, but for many, it becomes a reoccurring issue to dread each season. This condition forces blood magic to gather at the joints and effectively lock up. Sleepers find it difficult to move their bodies at the bends, fingers, knees, shoulders, etc without some form of discomfort. Minimal lockjoint can be painful and annoyance, but critical lockjoint can be fatal.

The most severe cases of lockjoint documented have shown Sleepers to have crystalization form over their joints, rendering parts of their bodies completely immobile. Some Sleepers have been found dead in this condition, all their joints crystallized, and it is believed most died from natural causes thereafter.

One can determine they are experiencing lockjoint when the coloration around the joints begins to darken in color, typically looking like a bruise. Calcification may occur rapidly the more magic a Sleeper uses or the more they expose themselves to outside elements. It is imperative that Sleepers remain properly clothed during Bone Season, even if they are coldbloods, and to invest in enchanted clothes that can lock in heat.

A known cure for lockjoint is the art of bloodletting. Puncturing the joints with small incisions seems to allow a release of the built-up magic and can provide immediate relief to the Sleeper. Catching lockjoint early is imperative. Alternative methods are soaking in hot springs and salted water.

Those who are in a more severe state will have to carefully have the crystals removed. This will likely remove the skin as well. Local anesthesia is highly recommended for the procedure. This process is known to leave scarring. The crystals can be saved and used as bloodstones from whoever they were harvested from. If you find a Sleeper dead from lockjoint, make sure to harvest the crystals as they are incredibly valuable.

This curse is believed to stem from Sleeper blood magic congealing within the body in contrast with the atmospheric magic of Bone Season. There is no known prevention for lockjoint. Lockjoint can impact all Sleepers regardless of bloodtype or the material their bodies are made from."

FAQ

1. This impacts characters regardless of blood type or their body - meaning it can impact characters with metal/plastic/plant/wood/etc bodies.

2. Players can choose how rapid or severe this gets and how quickly they can be healed.

CODING

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"Nice to meet you," Valores smiles. "I'll mind my step."

She leads on with a steady pace. The officer is at least considerate, perhaps a pleasant surprise for the small party. Chin Yisou walks alongside Luz and the beasts. He turns his attention towards the bird.

"What's a palisman?" The demon asks with a curious look as a child. "I have not heard of the term before."

The best companions are those that can help teach one another.

Luz certainly thought they could have had a worse type of officer, so this was pretty welcome.

She looked over at Chin and smiled. She was pretty happy that he was sticking around honestly, because she was a little nervous still.

"That's what Owlbert is, the little guy right here! He can turn into the staff and I can ride and cast spells with him, but he's also his own being and I still have to feed and clean up after him!"

Owlbert hooted, seemingly echoing Luz's pronouncements.

"What a fascinating creature!" The demon smiles.

One learns something new each day. Chin Yisou returns his gaze to the street. Up the road ahead lays a large building of brick and stone. The officer points to the large structure.

"That's the infirmary," Valores states. "In the central lobby, you will check in and a room will be assigned."

As the party walks up the steps, the atmosphere grows heavy. Typical with any hospital facility, one cannot help but to feel anxious. They enter the lobby and only a few personnel can be seen walking about.

"What brings you all here at this late hour?" The receptionist asks nonchalantly.

"I have a girl here who needs a doctor and," Valores's voice trails off. "Maybe a blood minister as well."

The receptionist's eyes widen then return to a tired gaze. She looks at the little one.

"Please give me your name and state your issue," she looks to Luz and begins fidgeting with her pen.

The demon watches as the officer takes her leave. Chin Yisou places a supporting hand on the girl's shoulder as to affirm that she's not alone in this odd place.

Owlbert hooted in reply, and Luz couldn't help but take him in her arms and cuddle him a moment, glad for his company.

This is good though, because the moment that she enters the hospital her stomach plummets. She knows that the loss of leg working isn't at its worse, but it was still pretty bad and that made her extremely nervous about what would happen next. Her Omen Tempest was sticking close, and Owlbert was perched on her shoulder, watching over her anxiously.

"Luz Noceda. Loss of, uh, movement in my legs, I guess? I think it might be attributed to something that's going around."

Great, now she IS starting to feel a little anxious. She was super glad she was with someone now.

"Thanks," the receptionist replies while scribing down her notes.

She turns her attention to a device laying on the desk. Beeps can be heard as she clicks various buttons.

"Mr. Doethur will be with you in a moment," the receptionist remarks.

She disengaged with the party and returns to fumbling with her pen.

Chin Yisou raises a brow. He merely smiles. He moves over to the side and invites his friend over.

"She was rude I think," he whispers to Luz while out of earshot of the receptionist.

"Horrible bedside manner," Luz agreed, shaking her head. "I'm glad my mom isn't here. She would have gotten a chancla right upside her head. Honestly, I'm glad you found and brought me here though. I think if you hadn't, this would have gotten much worse."

And Luz being in the cold and unable to move would have likely caused her to have to improvise with her glyphs, something she'd never done without her legs. She wasn't sure she had the arm strength to propel herself that expertly.

"I would've loved to see that," Chin Yisou smiles as the girl mentions her mother. "People do need to learn some courtesy."

Feet are heard walking towards the lobby. Once a doctor approaches, the demon turns to his friend.

"I'm glad to have helped you too," His eyes are set on the stranger. "There's safety in numbers."

A rugged doctor comes into view. He stares at a notebook.

"Luz Noceda," the man reads out loud. He glances towards the party. "You can follow me to your room now."

"We go together," the demon remarks. "She's...my little sister after all."

Chin Yisou gives her a smile. He wasn't about to let some stranger take her alone- doctor or not.

"Very well," the doctor replies.

With a wave of his hand, the doctor ushers them over. The halls of the infirmary are old and have that typical sanitized scent. Other patients are sleeping in their rooms. Once Luz's room appears, the doctor opens the door. There's a patient bed in the center. He indicates for the girl to take a seat.. Chin Yisou assists her onto the frame. Once the party is set, the doctor gathers his notebook and pen.

"I'm Dr. Doethur," he introduces himself nonchalantly. "Please, tell me your situation."

"No one teaches a lesson like Mami," Luz agreed, then looked up at the doctor.

"R-right, of course," Luz said, then looked over at Chin. Luckily, he came up with a decent enough ruse to let the doctor accompany her, which was comforting. It wasn't as if she could have come with the doctor on her own to begin with!

Luz hung onto Chin's back while they followed the doctor into the room. The smell of the hospital was already calling forth some unpleasant memories, but Luz was doing her best to walk through all of that.

Once she was plunked onto a seat, Luz gave the doctor a look.

"If it wasn't already obvious, I can't move my legs. I think I caught whatever's been going around Trench, the lock joint."

"That's misfortunate," Dr. Doethur replies while scratching his scruff. "Yet, that's a condition that happens frequently each winter. There isn't much knowledge regarding the condition."

Chin Yiosu studies the doctor's demeanor. He then stares at Luz with a sigh.

"It seems that we already know that information," the demon states with a gleam in his eye. "Is there a blood minister nearby willing to discuss the matter further?"

Although Luz shown previous distrust of the blood ninisters, curiosity remains in the demon's mind. He wants to speak with one of these people. After all, he may not have a reason to past this occasion.

"I can have one on call," Dr. Doethur responds. "As long as the patient is comfortable with that request."

He passes a glance towards Luz. It seems as though the doctor is just as uneasy as any other with the topic of blood ministers. Yet, he does have a job to tend to.

Misfortunate? Didn't he mean unfortunate? In any case, it didn't matter, because she still wanted to know what she could do to get her limbs working again.

"I'm comfortable with getting my legs back anyway that can happen," Luz said, "short of dying."

She was getting tired of hearing that as an option. She looked over at Chin, shrugging. This was pretty much the only option that had, wasn't it? She may not have trusted them too much, but she didn't have a lot of options now.

"That's true," Dr. Doethur states with a half hearted smile. "I'll send for them right away. Just hang tight now."

The doctor waves his hand in departure.

"Hmmm, if the doctor behaves this way," Chin Yisou muses. "How will the blood minister act?"

The demon turns towards Luz. He doesn't like how the doctor seems to not care about her situation. Then again, perhaps that is due to the late hour. Regardless, Chin Yisou hopes that she will receive better care from a more knowledgeable person.

Luz nodded, sighing and lying back.

"There isn't much I can do about it, not when I'm the one afflicted. Maybe I should have asked Dr. Wesker next time. This was actually fun though, even with the thief!"

Yeah. The blood minster. That would be interesting. She really hoped he wasn't as dismissive as the doctor. The bedside manner in the hospital was definitely not something she wanted to deal with all over again.

"If you don't mind sticking around, at least until the blood minister does his thing?"

"I don't mind staying at all," Chin Yisou grins. "It would probably be best too if I helped you home once you're well enough to walk. Asides, I did bring you a far distance from where we met."

The demon's words are to reassure her that she will not have to face these strangers alone. In any event, it would be good for both of them to receive as much information as possible regarding the lock joint condition. Winter does occur more than once.

It isn't long before a woman appears at the door. She has dark red robes and a leather satchel at her side. She enters the room with a stern smile. At seeing Luz on the bench, she introduces herself in a polite manner.

"Hello, I am Darah Melek, a blood minister," she places a hand over her heart. "And you must be Luz. Let me take a look at your..."

She pauses for a moment to read a note.

"Leg." Darah affirms.

She walks over to the girl and begins studying both of her legs. Darah gingerly presses on the wound that has been wrapped.

"It seems that here are no more crystals in this one," the blood minister declares. "However, it appears that you have some build up in your other leg."

Darah stands up to place her satchel on a nearby table. The demon studies as she peers through the contents. Chin Yisou eyes Luz with a concerned look. He seems as though he seeks a comment to know what the girl thinks about the minister's words.

"I'd appreciate that. I need to get home as soon as I can anyway. There are probably a few job waiting for me there."

Never mind all the people in the house that might be missing her. For right now though, she wanted to be sure that she was fixed up and dealt with so she'd be able to do what she need to again. To start, she needed to get rid of the dread of who was going to walk through that door, considering the last people she met who dealt with blood related things.

She takes a breath when the woman enters, and quietly takes in her words, trying not to freak out too much. Ok. You'll be all right Luz. One thing at a time.

"Right. Crystals. Build up. H-how long will this take to get fixed?"

"The time depends on how much crystallization is present," Darah responds while gathering her surgical tools. "Don't worry, I have assisted many with this condition during my time as a blood minister."

She smiles genuinely at Luz. Darah takes a jar of a greenish liquid and places it on the table.

"Once we have you lay down then we can begin," she states as walking towards the patient's table.

With a crank of a lever, the seat is able to be propped back. The blood minister attempts to make Luz comfortable as she lays down. Darah brings her equipment closer to the bench. She pours some of the liquid onto a rag.

"What's that?" Chin Yisou asks.

"This is a potion formulated by vileblood," Darah responds with a factual demeanor. "The mixture helps acts as a numbing agent."

Once the liquid is rubbed onto the leg, its magic is quick in effect. Darah uses a fine scapula the create an incision. Blood begins to run slowly from the wound. In about five minutes, the blood minister is able to start collecting the crystals. She removes them with a tweezer-like instrument and places the crystals in a jar. The process takes about twenty five minutes in total. After Darah is satisfied, she cleans and bandages the wound.

"You are quite lucky," the blood minister smiles with relief. "You will need to keep the surgery site clean. Further, be sure that you are dressed warmly. Otherwise, you may fall back into another lockjoint case."

The minister assists in returning the bench to its upright position. She hands Luz the jar of blood crystals. After she occupies herself with sorting her materials, Darah turns her attention towards her patient.

"You may want to keep these," she states. "Who knows if the crystals may be worthwhile at another time. Do you have any other concerns?"

Darah stands with her hands at her side. The demon seems to be relieved as well- the blood minister could have asked for payment. Yet, she completed a procedure with seemingly no cost. He attempts to fumble through his mind. What questions should be asked?

See, this Luz could handle. The Blood Minister was nothing like those creepos she'd met earlier, and once the seat was adjusted so she could lay back, Luz found herself relatively at ease, taking small, relaxing breaths, listening as the Minster explained how the process was going to work. It actually reminded her a lot of an actual doctor's visit, and any of the bad taste she'd gotten from the doctor's indifference seemed to have evaporated from her mind.

Once she started on numbing her leg, Luz closed her eyes and slowly counted down, calming herself. The last time blood had been drawn from her it had been one of the most excruciating and horrifying moments she'd ever had, and even something as small as this required her to simply close her eyes and calm herself down. As the procedure was relatively painless, she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her. She still felt some anxiousness, but it was merely a whisper now compared to her mounting apprehension she'd had earlier.

Once it was finished, Luz listened with rapt attention about how to make sure things didn't get any worse, taking to heart the warning of keeping her wound clean and making sure she was in layers.

Upon being handed the crystals, Luz figured she should pass these along to Wesker: he was bound to find a purpose for these, strange as they were.

"Oh, uh," Luz racked her brain, trying to think of something. "Do you have anything for scars? To make sure they heal?"

She didn't want them gone necessarily, but she did want to make sure they were less ugly.

"Of course," Darah begins to rummage through her bag. "This should do the trick. It's essentially a mix of vitamin e and healing magic."

She hands Luz a small jar of balm.

"Once the wounds are healed, then you can apply the cream," she smiles. "Thank you for dropping by, I hope to not see you for awhile. At least, not under these circumstances."

The demon stands and provides a bow.

"You have been very kind," he says with an appreciative grin. "Much thanks."

Once the group prepares to part ways, Chin Yisou turns to his friend.

"Perhaps we should stay at an inn for the night," he advises. "That way you can rest and eat before heading home."

The idea sounds well. Being in a strange town doesn't suit Chin Yisou well. Yet, for Luz to have been through a lot of surgery, taking a journey is out of the question. After all, rest is important.

"Thanks!"

The scarring actually started to hurt at times, so she was glad to be able to have something that would be able to diminish the pain.

"I'll be sure to do that! Thanks again!"

She looked over at Chin, giving him a smile.

"Thank you, for everything. This was honestly pretty scary, and I've been trying to keep a brave face the whole time. I'm with you on staying at an Inn though. I'm pretty tired already."

She wished she could go back, sure, but that would bring about some questions from her housemates Luz didn't want to get into, like why she was walking around in the snowy climate when she was having trouble walking to begin with.

"That's good to hear," Chin Yisou smiles.

He hasn't had many close encounters with good company since being in Trench and perhaps even before then. Upon receiving the whereabouts of the inn from a doctor, Chin Yisou leads the way.

Luminwood is a charming location, even at night. The street lights provide a necessary means of sight. The cobblestone paths wind in and out of the streets. The Luminwood Inn is a few streets away from the infirmary. By they time of one o'clock, the small party reach their destination.

Inside are sparse amounts of people eating late night dinners. Despite the hour, the workers are well attentive. An older woman attends to the newcomers. She sits them down at an empty table.

"We'll, You are out late," she chuckles. "What can I get for you? We have rabbit stew, a roasted Cornish hen, and some beef stroganoff left."

She smiles at Luz while asking for her pick first.

Luz is walking gingerly as she's not trying to apply too much pressure, and frankly she was still feeling slight pain from both. She's using the staff as a kind of cane though, just to make sure that she keeps steady, and that's especially useful one she reached the cobblestones, which were a bit of a struggle to walk easily upon.

Once they get their table, Luz reclines against the chair with an exhale, glad she can stay off her legs a bit finally. When the older lady approaches and asks what they'll have, Luz looks around anxiously a moment before finally replying.

"I'll have the rabbit stew, please."

She really hoped Usagi would never find out. She wasn't in the mood for hen and had had too many bad Hamburger Helper Beef Stroganoffs to like it.

"That's a town favorite," the old woman beams. "And what for you?"

The demon pauses to muse over the simple menu. He grins and agrees to have the rabbit.

"Must be good if the town enjoys it," Chin Yisou remarks.

"Indeed it is," the waitress replies. "I'll let the kitchen know and return with some waters for you two."

She heads off towards the back of the inn. The demon scans the room to note who is present.

Shortly, the older woman comes back with tall water glasses.

"Thank you," Chin Yisou grins.

He waits for her to walk away before asking;

"How clean do you think the water is?"

The demon hasn't been to an inn or any other restaurant. Therefore, he is uncertain as of actually trusting what's provided. He has only heard of eateries in passing travelers along the forest roads.

Luz nodded, taking a breath. She at least felt better now, albeit a little tender due to all the prodding and action that had taken place today. She finally reclined a little, looking up at the ceiling a moment.

It didn't take long for the waitress to come back with glasses, and she gives her a mouthed thanks before taking a long drink.

"I mean, they wouldn't give it to us if it was gross, right? I'd hope!"

It tasted relatively ok, but different, like most water in other places did.

The demon brings the glass close to his face. After seeing Luz take a drink, he follows suit. She must be more used to here environments than he is.

"Not too poor," he smiles and places the glass down.

Within another moment, the older woman returns with two large bowls of hot rabbit stew.

"Enjoy," she beams.

"Thank you," Chin Yisou returns her smile.

He places his nose close to draw in the stews savory scent. The dish had nice chunks of tender meat, potatoes and carrots.

"This is surprisingly good!" Chin Yisou's eyes lit up. "How do you like yours?"

Despite their fatigue, the demon believes that eating in silence would only be awkward.

Luz had had to make do with a LOT of different places and situations by now. Water that tasted a little different was hardly going to be a deterrent, provided it wasn't actual sludge water.

When the older lady returned, Luz gave her a smile and finger guns before settling down to have some of the stew. Once again, she hoped Usagi never knew about this meal, because as soon as she started to eat, she couldn't put it down.

It helped, of course, that Luz was honestly starving and hadn't eaten all day, but it was also incredibly delicious.

"'Is perfect!" Luz said, mouthful of food. "Nice and savory!"

"That's great!" The demon smiles.

As the two near the bottom of their bowls, Chin Yisou excuses himself from the table. He went to the man behind the bar to inquire about payment and lodgings. Once the transaction is finalized, the demon returns to the table.

"Seems that there's only one room left for the night," he explains. "You need the bed, so don't worry too much about me."

Chin Yisou grins. He shows more concern for Luz state of rest than his own. After all, the demon didn't actually plan to sleep...much.

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