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

well, might as well get to know her i guess. until things get too cold, anyways

>>1126794
Ask which place she hung her clothes so you can hang them on a pipe so theyre toasty warm when she finishes her bath.
Its awfully cold out there.

Its a good excuse to... stay out of reach.
You can chat while you do so.
Get to know her.
See if that odd feeling that shes radiating can be smoothed out and maybe then itd be nice to let her feel.