>>1132173
Don't forget to kiss your beutiful wife! Maybe do something like, help wrangle the kids while she handles you youngest one in her hands.

Hmmm. The 'pooter idea might have merit, but you'd need to be careful about it. Not too little time where they'd yell, not too much where they become onw of those reclusive children that does nothing but stay at home.

If- IF you and your wife (whom you should consult about this hypothetical idea) agrees to this, and if either of you have some wit for technology, you'll probably need to as a rule put a parental filter so they can't visit adult sites, and limit them to maybe half an hour ever orher day?

You could also use a computer to print out fliers for your buisness if you're ever doing anything special, though that might not be nessessary due to how small your home town is. With such a low population everyone practically knows each other.

Oh right, responsibility. If you can afford it and neither of you have the time, you might want to consider hiring a tutor in the future if any of your kids are bad at their school work, and is there something like a "Boys/Girls Scout" or scout master around? Some extra-curricular activities never hurt anyone.

Dama 2026/09/27(Sun)02:34 No. 1132379 ID: 330254
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>living in a society that has bathhouses as part of the culture, wouldn't [the Dama children] be used to naked people?
In a sense. No doubt the children have accidentally witnessed naked adult strangers when they weren’t supposed to among the bathhouse grounds; they’re generally prohibited from the downstairs baths. Otherwise they’d run around the pool yelling, splashing, and annoying customers.

>It’s dad time
>United front with your wife
>help wrangle the kids while she handles your youngest one in her hands.
Dama: What’s this commotion about‽

There ought to be a new punctuation between a period and an exclamation. His voice cuts through the mayhem; the children stop. With a harrumph Yamelle removes the bowl off Nummax’s head and carries him to the bathroom for a quick change during the intermissive stillness. It’s Dama’s turn to corral the kids. The oldest child dares to speak first, arms akimbo and a pompous flourish.

Sashi: Father! Look what they did to my dress--

Dama: Head to your room and change, Sashi.

He reaches the top of the stairs. She tries to steal some empowering energy. Sassy.

Sashi: You dunces are in big troub--

Dama: Now.

Sashi: eee!

She turns tail and skedaddles to her room.

He collects a few spilled bowls on the floor. The silence as he does is dreadful to the remaining two boys.

Del: Well I should comb my fur and get ready for--

Dama: Join me at the sink.

He ushers Deemus and Vikta to approach the sink pan in the kitchen. A stool is scooted on over for them to reach the deep end; the dishes clatter inside with the giant pot Ma cooked their breakfast in.

Dama: You can help your mother clean the dishes as she deals with your youngest.

Vikta: But my fingers get prune-y.

Dama: I didn’t ask for a doctor’s note.

Dama: Now scrub.

The boys mutter and jab words at each other, but their hands do the work. Dama dusts off the dinner table.

Dama: We’ll already be late arriving to the temple. You should be done in ten minutes. If not by then, you’ll be staying here to scrub the whole bathhouse.

The sounds of scrubbing get a little faster and louder.

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Thankfully within the allotted time, the last dish is set upon a strainer (Dama double-checks the cleanliness of their efforts, not great not terrible). Yamelle returns with Sashi and Nummax, ready to leave.

In regards to weather, the walk to the temple is pleasant--although the kids don’t quite admire the beauty of the village as adults would. It’s a moderate day for the middle of the week; the town is active with plenty of residents shopping, walking, sweeping, working, playing instruments, and other light activities. Many recognizable faces bestow hellos to the Yamelle-Damas, there’s hardly a local who wouldn’t know the parents and their staple in Du-garan life.

Vikta: Ma, can I hang out at the market with my friends after church?

Yamelle: No dear. You boys will have daycare later.

Vikta: Whaaat? What’s wrong with staying home?

Yamelle: The babysitters aren’t available. And we’ll be too busy at work! We can’t leave you unattended.

Del: Hey wait. What about Sashi?

Sashi: I have a play to go to. I’m going to be in movies when I grow up!

Del: Like ‘background person #1’.

Dama: Be nice.

Del: Yes, father.

Yamelle: That’s very good, Sashi! You may even travel the world with your talents! Perhaps the first in our family to visit another planet!

Yamelle-Dama 2026/09/27(Sun)02:40 No. 1132381 ID: 330254
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Well you all made it in the middle of one of the opening songs. It’s not too late to quietly pick your seat. The tardiness, however, gives you less-favorable places to sit towards the back--or at a weird angle.

A hymn as old as history, several choir singers chant as congregants join when they please. It is music the children would recognize by heart from lullabies. Other songs on the choir playlist involve throat-singing (which the crowd probably leaves to the professionals).

Zimir stands behind the lectern with his extra-blessed nuns flanking him. Before preaching and scripture reading, Head Preacher Zimir is obligated to inform the town of upcoming events and other special announcements.

A multitude of stuff can happen here, as the prompt is quite open-ended for contributions. And I aint thinking hard on this quest at the moment.
>Zimir needs the latest news to inform the villagers. What's the scuttlebutt?
>The children are sure to be bored, what do without getting into too much trouble?
>Do the adults speak up about anything, what such concerns for the town?
>Other

Suddenly, a rowdy gang made of drunk space aliens bashes the door open! They're doing a music video.

Kids, speak on the kidline to the other kids. Gestures, hand signing, whispering if need be. What is the scuttlebutt? Can you sneak out of daycare for a bit again? Those teens in charge keep sneaking off to the closet for 'supplies'.

it is announced that an ancestor of the long forgotten village menders is coming to preach. most Everyone is confused as they don't know what a mender is. But whoever it is, it's sure to cause some people snoozing over what they have to say.

Due to an influx in bar fights, the church is placing a ban and prohibition on alcohol, effective tomorrow, ending in two week.

>>1132381
>Zimir needs the latest news to inform the villagers. What's the scuttlebutt?
You mean like, stuff for Zimir to share? Well consider this is a semi-small settlement. Hmm.

1.) It's so and so's mothers birthday, so people are invited to celebrate an old lady getting older. There will be cake and wine.

2.) Someone has a leekying roof and could use some help patching it up. Any help would be appreciated.

3.) There is a religious celebration coming in a few days, so voluteers are welcome to help setvup decorations in this house of worship.

4.) A pet was lost in the woods. If someonw finds it please let the owner know about its last location, or if you can bring it back home.

5.) A cuddle escort had lost her purse somewhere in town. If you find it please return it to her.

>>1132387
This.
Its perfect.

How extra-blessed are these nuns?

How extra-blessed are these nuns?

Yamelle-Dama 2026/10/04(Sun)20:52 No. 1132598 ID: 330254
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The last song is sung, and the preacher flips through several printed pages. Seats have quietly been filled. The choir reduces their chiming to a hum as to not overshadow Zimir’s projected voice. As he speaks, his voice resonates through the spacious chapel.

Zimir: Thank you all for being here today; as do the sister goddesses smile upon you for your strong faith and communion. Every day brings something new and often spectacular to our humble village-in-the-highland gifted by our creators; from their hearts to ours.

Zimir: Thus begin the announcements--

Zimir: We’re nearing the birthday of one of our oldest residents! Boh Ky-Petri will turn 137 years next week! Join this coming day—of-rendil to celebrate and learn about her life story. Cake and wine will be provided.

Nummax: That’s old!

Yamelle: Yes it is! Can you imagine living that long, honey?

Nummax: You’re old, too!

Zimir: We’re 30 days from the Village Bamesiana, one of the four festivals in honor of Bames. Plenty of wine and spirits will be provided by Daringh’s for the 5th year in a row!

Zimir: The temple is looking for volunteers to help chaperone and set up the event. Please apply within the next tenday!

Dama: Hmm. I’m sure I’ll need to chaperone my drinking buddies. I should make a contribution as well.

Zimir: Children must be with a parent or guardian and may only stay in alcohol-free zones. We’re inviting a guest speaker to teach the days of yore! Mr. Lam-Mako is a descendant of a long line of menders and has made a career in studying the history of ancient practices.

The audience murmurs about what a mender could possibly be. All except maybe one in the crowd.

Zimir: For more information on future events please refer to our town’s bulletins.

Yamelle-Dama 2026/10/04(Sun)20:53 No. 1132599 ID: 330254
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He brings out the Good Book.

Zimir: Now, then.

Zimir: Children of Amama, I woke up in the morning of last day-of-kyne to a beautiful village with nary a cloud obfuscating the dawn sky. And I thought about how grateful I was to live in Du-Gar after fifteen long and peaceful years.

Zimir: And it was that particular morning which made me reflect on the journey I took when I began as a missionary: traveling town to town, city to city. It was here I felt this village could be the last bastion of a calm, simple living.

Zimir: There’s a yearning within each and every chupian being for good, simpler times--times before life outside our world made first contact.

Zimir: For I had returned from the enclave of Avyndim. Cities are unsurprisingly a different beast, especially when it’s a port for planet-hoppers, so I don’t blame the culture that manifests within their steel highlands. And we are thankful for the amount of innovation the galaxy brings to our blue marble. The gifts brought by innovation are a double-edged sword, however: The first who experience it define ingenuity--but the second define depravity.

Zimir: And it’s natural that such innovation bleeds into the outskirts; like a spill of yam milk it soaks into dirt. It reaches out further and further like a dark hand. Yet by the time it reaches a humble town like ours, it has been filtered like a spring. The time it took to reach us has excised the pollutants it carries.

Zimir: But when you rush its influence, driven by depravity and eager convenience, that’s when it threatens our livelihood.

Zimir: Yes, convenience! Towns are adopting an unnecessary convenience, let me coin that, unnecessary convenience that whittles away their traditional values! It is a dangerous cloud that slowly looms over the minds of simple folk.

Zimir: And convenience is an unsung whisper! And those whispers are tricky, devious--but they disguise themselves to sound pleasing and agreeable--

Zimir: And the reason these murmurs sound pleasing and agreeable is because they are a reflection of you! Engineered convenience being the worst of all! And the more you feed into convenience the more it learns about you. And the more you’ll succumb to its enticing counsel.

Zimir: Sound familiar? Of course, if you’ve been reading our Good Book! If we’re not careful, then we’re doomed to repeat Susurrations.

Zimir: We shall read a parable from the Dagan Hums--

Del: Wow. The Dagan Hums. Daring today, aren’t we?

Sashi: SH!

Zimir: --about an Amulet of Insinuation, in our chapter of Susurrations!

Vikta 2026/10/04(Sun)20:55 No. 1132600 ID: 330254
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There’s a careful whispering behind the children; one of their bored friends pops his head over the pew.

Aytem: Psst. Hey. Hey Del.

Zimir: Please turn to your book and read along with me.

Aytem: So your mom and dad forced you to come to church too?

Del: Yeah. I’d rather scrub the bathhouse.

Vikta: And we have daycare later...

Zimir: Our story begins with Emperor Kamura-Freth, who conquered the Okharans and ruled the Kamuraad Lands...

Aytem: Come on, let’s go somewhere else. Me and Lam are gonna sneak away.

Del: Whoa, really?

Aytem: Yeah. You wanna come?

Zimir: Kamura-Freth ransacked the vaults of the Okharans and uprooted many treasures on his conquest. He desired a vessel which contained a nymph of Uaris...

Del: It’s better than this. C’mon, Vik.

Vikta: Deemus, nooo. We’ll get in trouble.

Del: Come oooooon.

Dama is sitting at the far end of the bench. Stoic, he either stares ahead or skims along in his book. Del seems set on sneaking off no matter the protest.
>Vikta sneaks away. She can't ground us all, right?
>We listen to the parable, there's a good lesson in this.

Vikta may as well sneak out as well. Less they be classified as a scaredy cat or the chupian equivalent.

Dama is deep in thought about the bathhouse.

Aytem on the way out ask Vikta and Del if their mom was a nun ever. She looks to be as blessed as them if not more.

Sinful as convenience is... sickness cowers before convenience.

Leave. This luddite wants to teach you to plow in the dirt when you could just rent a combine tractor.

sneak away, mom will appreciate how you keep from being bored without bothering the churchgoers

Vikta 2026/10/10(Sat)19:26 No. 1132848 ID: 330254
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Del: You don’t wanna be a thin-haired woolsy do ya?

Vikta: I’m not thin-haired...

Vikta: ...or a woolsy.

Del: Just on my mark okay?

Vikta: Ugh. Fine.

Zimir: ...and the nymph of Uaris offered an earring for her release, a saturnaz charm that dangled on a strand of Uaris’ silvery-white fur. It was the Aie-Iae that, when worn, whispers in the wearer’s ear its best advice, always in the form of “Better for you if you...“.

Yamelle starts to (in her own words) rest her eyes for a minute. Dama was reading along at first, but starts to use the Dagan Hums as a platform to write notes on some scrap paper. Sashi reads just fine, she seems to like parables. Nummax is already napping.

Zimir: And the enchanted earring was always right. It may not solve the world’s miseries or make one the richest in all the land; but its advice is always better than what the wearer would come up with.

Del taps his middle-brother as a signal to scoot. Slowly, they slink off with Aytem.

Zimir: Emperor Kamura-Freth was eager, and promptly wore the earring and listened. The earring gave its guidance: “Better for you if you take me off.”

Vikta 2026/10/10(Sat)19:28 No. 1132849 ID: 330254
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Aytem: Hey Vik or Del, did your mom--uh was your mom a nun once?

Vikta: I‘unno.

Del: I think she sang in choir class when she was young. She sings sometimes in the kitchen. And shower.

Vikta: Why?

Aytem: Nothin’ I wuz jus’ askin’.

The boys footpad their way into a secluded chamber. They’re met by two other children. Same age between the Dama boys. All were acquainted from past play dates.

Del: Oh hey Enko.

Enko: Hey.

Vik: What’s uh, what’s up?

Lam: We were just playing Yrena’s Arrow.

Vik: How’s that go?

Enko: You point in a direction and if you--uh--if you trick the, um, other person to look the same way, you win.

Del: Well now what? There’s gotta be something to do in this boring temple.

It’s Del, Vik, Aytem, Lam, and Enko; what do these rascals do now?
•Explore the temple
•Look at some statues and paintings, especially the naked ones
•Play a different made-up game
•Talk about:
→ I dunno, kid stuff
→ How much parents suck
→ Make fun of other kids
→ Aliens

Explore temple, areas you are not allowed to enter.

Maybe see how high up you can climb, using whatever structures, statues, or columns you can find, the temple is your jungle gym. Basically do dumb stupid reckless kid stuff that could get you hurt.

If you manage not to get hurt, maybe try to reach the top of the temple, and enjoy the view (but how do you get down from there?

Explore the temple!

Aytem is always looking at the naked statues and paintings. His parents use the private family baths at another bathing house. He is very much looking forward to the day he can be trusted to go take his baths himself.

Vik and Del are nonplussed as they have been doing chores in the bathhouse since forever.

Explore the forbidden areas of the temple!

temple secrets

Exploring the temple and seeing all the naked people art seem to go hand in hand. Temples love naked people art. Maybe there'll even be legends, hidden in the temple!

>>1132867
Wonder how detailed they make the pussy on the statues like the minimal smooth curve with the divot with everything in or some with the edges of like a flat bathtowel peeling and hanging out type of hamsandeich or would it be boiled tuber slice sandwich in this case.

>>1132849
Aliens!
Pretend to be hideous flat faced primates with piggy little eyes, tiny mouths, weird sticky out noses and freaky round ears...
all smooth except for long fluff on their head
and theyve got weird wiggly long fingers.
FOUR of them and a thumb!
Why so long and wiggly?
Because they come to you when you sleep and STEAL your boogers for weird alien reasons
And if they dont find boogers, they take a peice of your brain!

Uncover the hidden slave trafficking ring beneath the Temple grounds

>>1132872
Oh the nose is like the mouth retracted with the lower jaw but the about did not shrink as much bending and pointing it downwards

>>1132849

Explore the temple, but along the way make a point that you don't get why the others are so interested in the naked paintings and stuff. You see naked people all the time (not that mom or dad know you've been sneaking looks), so it's not a big deal.

Also complain about how all the parables sound made up.

Vikta 2026/10/13(Tue)03:12 No. 1132943 ID: 330254
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>explore the temple!
>maybe try to reach the top
>Temples love naked people art. Maybe there'll even be legends, hidden in the temple!
Enko: My mam says this temple is really really old. Like from ancient times where it was, uh, was only monks and uhm, yuh-nucks! There’s perb-ably a--uhm a secret room somewhere.

Vikta: We could try to reach the top to see the village. There’s some stairs tucked away somewhere... the one where a piece of rope blocks it.

Del: No piece of rope is gonna stop me.

Lam: But that means we’re not allowed there!

Enko: We can just take a peek! This could be our only chance. C’mon!

No nuns are patrolling the galleries. The troupe walks around the quiet halls as ambiance of preaching can be heard down yonder. Turning round another hall shows an ingress that indicates where modern additions to the building connect much older stonework from the far past. It’s there were some crevasses are roped off.

Not too far are the stone stairs that spiral up into the mysterious beyond. The rope fails to repel the curious chupian kiddos.

Aytem: So uh. Do you guys look at naked people all the time?

Vikta: Not a whole lot, I guess. Dad doesn’t let us in the main bathroom when adults are there.

Aytem: I see.

Aytem: And like, do you see their butts and stuff?

Vikta: Sometimes maybe. I dunno, we don’t think about it.

Aytem: I was jus’ wonderin’.

Aytem: Do you see your mom and dad naked?

Vikta: Uhm, when the house is closed to the public we swim or bathe together. Dad doesn’t want us in the sauna.

Aytem: I see.

Aytem: What’s a sar-na?

Del: SAUN-a. It’s like a bath but with steam. It gets really hot and you can pass out.

Aytem: I see...

Aytem: My mom and dad have their own private bath and I always take my bath there. But one time... when my mom was in the shower--

Lam: Why do boys always think about old people’s butts?

Enko: We don’t do that!

Del: Shh! I can kind of see the top.

Enko: Well what do you see?

Vikta 2026/10/13(Tue)03:14 No. 1132944 ID: 330254
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Vikta: Whoa. This must be a storage room or something.

Del: I wonder if this is where the teachers put all the toys they take from other kids.

Enko: Or a secret door behind a bookshelf.

Lam: It’s not much of an attic. This can’t be the very top!

Aytem: Why are there statues here? How do they even get them up here?

Del: They probably cut a hole in the floor and raise it...

The floorboards creak. Shelves of faded scrolls. Several things of interest are covered in dusty blankets. Furniture? Paintings? What church-ly relics of the past lie before them to check out?

Are there old vestments to put on? Gotta do an impression of the priest. I bet that kills

creepy abandoned doll
also writing desk overlooking the town with a mysterious and ominous letter
and of course the unsettling statue under cloth

Who is who in the picture? Which is mask, square ears, and pointy ears?

Oh crap they're getting into the vicar's porn

>>1132944

Someone left a doll by that statue-looking thing. Also hey, a bunch of old trunks that are probably filled with weird old-people clothes!

Aytem, being Aytem, notices that covered up statue has breast shapes under the cloth.

Aytem investigate that statue.

Vikta 2026/10/16(Fri)04:33 No. 1133061 ID: 330254
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Aytem looks underneath the blanket to peek at the statue.

Aytem: Whooooa...

Lam: Oh no, someone left their dolly!

She picks up the doll. It’s a crude depiction of a chupian with no eyes. Doesn’t seem manufactured, only knitted together by someone’s mother or grandmother. Its threads are quite frayed. Some straw pokes out of it.

Lam: I wonder who it belonged to. It’s probably a hundred years old!

Peering through the window the Dama boys spy upon a courtyard. There are patches of rock gardens, sensories and zen gardens. They have been through the courtyard once or twice before but gardens are boring. Who wants to look at clumped-up sand? Near the window is a writing desk; the ink has since dried up.

Their snouts press against the chilled glass.

Del: Whoa neat. You can see a lot up here.

Vikta: I wonder if a spy lived here. He could’ve learned secrets of the village or assassinated a high priest!

Del: There could even be a secret compartment in this desk! Come on!

He sifts through the antique drawers. Most of them empty save for dust. He scratches in search of a false bottom. He shakes the desk a lil. He gives up.

Del: Eh. Nothing.

Enko: Stand ready for my arrival, plebs.

Vikta 2026/10/16(Fri)04:35 No. 1133063 ID: 330254
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>Are there old vestments to put on? Gotta do an impression of the priest.
>hey, a bunch of old trunks that are probably filled with weird old-people clothes
Enko: It is I, Vicar of Avyndim to, uh, guide you to the holy mountains of Amama and rule a new land I shall call... Enkodim!

Del: Hey, where’d you find that? Gimmie that hat! Let me try it on.

Enko: Nay! For you are lowly followers and must thereby follow my decree of a new civilization. It’s in the name.

Enko: Now don’t insult your master and greet him with a kiss to his feet.

Del: Never in a million years.

Enko: Treachery! Henceforth I declare you the title of... uh...

Aytem: A yunnick!

Enko: A eunuch!

Enko: Take away his balls, boys!

A Vicar must make new decrees for his people, unless his scheming eunuchs plot something up.

Do we really need two eunuchs? Lam already is missing their balls.

Enkodim needs a central statue. Unveil sculptor Aytem's newest work.

Aytem petition your new ruler to declare the statue's state of dress the default in the land.

>>1133064
If you don't have more than one how are you gonna make them scheme against each other? Otherwise I agree with the rest!

>>1133063
The loathsome peons shall carry you wherever you go so your sacred flesh doesn't touch the ground.

Scheming eunuch Del, time to grovel at your master's feet.

While you bend down grab the hem of Enko's robe and pull it up around his head. Long live King Enko.

King *Del

Lam shoots down Aytem’s weird petition by daring him that he has to go first on the new dress code if it passes. That should make him lose his nerve and shut him up.

Vikta does not partake in this silly game, he is too focused on investigating the room, and looking for a way to get higher up the temple. Maybe if he can find an attic door in the ceiling, they’ll be able to find a good hiding place if the parents start looking for them. He’s got that heart of a curious investigator even at this young age.

>>1133063

... wait, why would they even have eunuchs in the first place? Like, how is that even helpful?

This is something Very Important for our suppsoed Great Leader to explain to the masses (and for Del to show them who the real Great Leader is by knowing some stuff).

>>1133085
This, cause some ruckus and show this false prophet who the real leader around here is!

>>1133153
While another kid shouts SCHISM SCHISM SCHISM in the same way as they would fight fight fight.