week two | dates

[showhost]

You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!





Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.

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[willandaway]

[YOU ASKED RITSUKA!!]

Of course I have. It doesn't make sense to keep it from her.

[. . . well, he told her that he admired how much of a go-getter she was. . . and that it was his favorite trait of hers. close enough!!]

[singurarity]

You guys really have come a long way... I'm glad you've realized how great a girl she is.

[ Spoken like a sage master?? ]

[willandaway]

She has always been great. [even before he knew her!!] It's just been nice to see it first hand.

[. . .]

But I sure am talking a lot about myself, here.

[singurarity]

I can't really help you. I don't have anyone I'm crushing on yet.

[ It's tragic. ]

[willandaway]

We don't have to talk about your crushes.

[he holds up a pair of vintage aviators, his lips curving into a smile as he hands them to her]

We can talk about how nice you might look in these.

[singurarity]

Ooh!

[ She accepts them, slipping them on and striking a Dynamic Pose. ]

How do I look? Flashy?

[willandaway]

[he doesn't know what sunglasses are so he just thinks these are. idk. funny glasses!]

Very cool.

[singurarity]

Maybe I'll get them, then. They make me feel all mysterious.

[ Okay, nerd. ]

[willandaway]

[hehe]

You definitely should. I already bought something, so it's your turn.

[and they need souvenirs to commemorate this day!]

[singurarity]

You're very convincing!

[ Well, they're fun. So yes she'll go buy them. ]

Okay! We've got a lot more to knock out! Onwards, Will!!

[willandaway]

[HECK YEH!!]

[time to move on to another booth! perhaps. . . a snack booth?]

Should we buy souvenirs for everyone else back at the house, too?

[singurarity]

We can get some of the bags of cookies for people, or maybe the flavored marshmallows--Lessing's not really one for really sweet things though, so...

[ We can hit up a few different booths. ]

[willandaway]

[heck yeh!! gonna buy so many snacks]

Something savory, then. . . maybe some meatballs?

[that feels like a snack-y food]

[singurarity]

Mm... I feel like he's some kind of sheep or goat, given the horns, and they're usually not into meat.

[ ... Can he eat meat, actually--huh. ]

But it looks like they've got some fresh bread, too.

[willandaway]

[a beat]

[quietly]

Ritsuka. . . isn't it considered cruel to call a clemar a sheep or a goat?

[singurarity]

... Clemar?

[ She has no idea what that is. ]

[willandaway]

[I am so sorry. no one has told him]

I don't think they're sensitive about their horns, but I don't think they'd appreciate being compared to an animal.

[singurarity]

Wait, hold on--

[ Holding out a hand! ]

What's a clemar?

[willandaway]

[. . . oh. again??]

Lessing is one, isn't he? People with horns.

[singurarity]

I've known a few people with horns, though I've never heard the term before. Most of them were oni... but they're not really the same kind of horns he's got.

[ Mysterious. ]

[willandaway]

[. . . he will never get used to people not knowing the tribes from back home. . . they're such an integral part of Euchronian culture that it's just so?? strange??]

I see. . . [a beat] I'm sorry, then. It's just. . . [a pause] . . . taking some adjusting for me, to learn that everyone here doesn't know anything about the eight tribes.

[singurarity]

... Do you mind telling me about them, then?

[ Earnestly. ]

[willandaway]

. . . I don't mind at all.

[at the snacks booth he is picking up a few bags of cookies, purchasing them without much fanfare. but this booth seems to be mostly sweets, so. . .! on to find a booth of savory snacks!]

There are eight tribes in euchronia. Nine, technically, but I'll get to that in a bit. All of them can be distinguished based on physical features. The clemar have horns-- they're the most populous and respected tribe. Next are the roussainte, who have pointed ears. They're just as populous as the clemar, and are respected more for their physical prowess than anything else.

[. . .]

The paripus are the third most populous tribe. . . almost as common as the clemar and roussainte. They have animal ears-- dogs, cats, lions. . . and so on. But for some reason, they're looked down upon. Not many people would care to give a paripus the time of the day, let alone stop to help them on the street if they were suffering.

. . . do you understand so far?

[singurarity]

Clemar are the most respected, and have horns. Roussainte have pointed ears and are known for being physically skilled. Paripus have animal ears but are discriminated against.

[ A pause. It's clear she's been listening intently. ]

Yep, I think I've got it so far.

[willandaway]

[a small smile. oh this is a popcorn booth! time to peruse the selection here]

The ishkia have wings at their waist and sharp, birdlike features. They aren't as respected as the clemar and roussainte, but they aren't hated, either. A few of them hold positions of power in the government.

The rhoag tribe is the most long-lived tribe out of them all. You can recognize them by the markings on their face. Their numbers are smaller than the clemar, roussainte, and ishkia. . . but I think they have enough respect that they aren't discriminated against like some of the other tribes are.

The eugief. . . they're short, with wings on their arms, large ears and bright, red eyes. [LIKE BATS] People treat them poorly, too. There aren't very many of them, and they tend to live in small villages rather than in large cities.

The mustari are an isolated tribe that mostly live on their own island out in the ocean. They have a third eye on their foreheads-- it's capable of sensing magla. They practice their own religion outside of the government-sanctioned Sanctism, which means people call them "pagans" or "heretics" quite frequently.

The nidia are known for their iridescent eyes and hair. [this is why Josuke pings him as nidia that BEAUTIFUL HAIR] . . . people tend to call them liars and cheats.

[a beat]

. . . those are the eight tribes of Euchronia. But. . . there is a ninth one, whose numbers are so small that some people say the tribe doesn't even exist.