乙巳 005: 小暑
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[Is it time for another Yanese festival? Shu bows to the video feed with her usual greeting.]
Hello, Corsairs. We are in the midst of difficult times, once more. I am glad that our aims have succeeded thus far, but it seems as if the fighting will become more pitched shortly.
Perhaps some levity is in order. In Yanese culture... [here we go again] the middle of the seventh month of the Lunar Year is called the Hungry Ghost Festival. The correct word would be preta or 餓鬼. It isn't the best translation, but there is a folk belief that the spirits of the ancestors return during this time and need to be honored, then escorted back to the afterlife. Normally, this is a very solemn affair, but of course, as ancestral veneration is not a part of your cultures, we can focus on the merriment.
Please join me this evening. We will make paper lanterns and paper boats and escort them down the river to the beyond.
If that is not to your liking... [there is a faint twinkle in her eyes] Perhaps we may share some ghost stories.
[action, by a River Somewhere That Is Definitely a Real River in this setting]
[The days are long in the summer. When the first rays of the sun begin to glimmer golden red as it descends below the horizon, Shu appears with quite a large number of candles, folding paper, and calligraphy pens.]
We guide the souls of the ancestors back to the beyond. The flowing water is the barrier between life and death. The river escorts them. We honor them with a few words and we write our hopes for them upon these lanterns.
The ancestors, of course, do not have to be your actual ancestors.
[action, for Turtles]
[It is high time that they keep their appointment andhear embarrassing stories about Donnie when he was a wee turtlekin share a meal together. Having some experience now with Raph's bottomless pit of an appetite and his, ah... completely undiscerning palate, Shu has thought long and hard about how best to improve his experience with food. The feast she has prepared is slightly different: instead of being set out family style, she plans to bring out one dish at a time so as to guide the direction of the meal more closely.
Of course, he is equally as likely to just inhale everything as he is to learn anything, but one can only try one's best.
She leaves the door unlocked for them. They are welcome to come in and out whenever they please, even if she has never actually said this.]
[Is it time for another Yanese festival? Shu bows to the video feed with her usual greeting.]
Hello, Corsairs. We are in the midst of difficult times, once more. I am glad that our aims have succeeded thus far, but it seems as if the fighting will become more pitched shortly.
Perhaps some levity is in order. In Yanese culture... [here we go again] the middle of the seventh month of the Lunar Year is called the Hungry Ghost Festival. The correct word would be preta or 餓鬼. It isn't the best translation, but there is a folk belief that the spirits of the ancestors return during this time and need to be honored, then escorted back to the afterlife. Normally, this is a very solemn affair, but of course, as ancestral veneration is not a part of your cultures, we can focus on the merriment.
Please join me this evening. We will make paper lanterns and paper boats and escort them down the river to the beyond.
If that is not to your liking... [there is a faint twinkle in her eyes] Perhaps we may share some ghost stories.
[action, by a River Somewhere That Is Definitely a Real River in this setting]
[The days are long in the summer. When the first rays of the sun begin to glimmer golden red as it descends below the horizon, Shu appears with quite a large number of candles, folding paper, and calligraphy pens.]
We guide the souls of the ancestors back to the beyond. The flowing water is the barrier between life and death. The river escorts them. We honor them with a few words and we write our hopes for them upon these lanterns.
The ancestors, of course, do not have to be your actual ancestors.
[action, for Turtles]
[It is high time that they keep their appointment and
Of course, he is equally as likely to just inhale everything as he is to learn anything, but one can only try one's best.
She leaves the door unlocked for them. They are welcome to come in and out whenever they please, even if she has never actually said this.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 01:37 am (UTC)Okay, yeah, Mikey needs plenty of time to learn those secrets.
[Semi-flatness of knowing how his brothers can be aside, the warm fuzzies he gets from Donnie and Shu pops like a bubble when Shu gets to the details of what she's been picturing this whole time. He has to say something about that one point within all of the good stuff.]
Consuming everything— I eat a fair amount of things!
[Mild offense, really. He can't deny the fact he eats whatever is there in front of him. He shoots a look at Donnie regardless, similar to what Donnie has thrown his way previously.
He settles down again, though, giving it some more thought. She's not wrong about that counterbalance thing. They play off of each other really well. They always do.
Fortunately for Shu, she hasn't seen what happens when they share a brain cell...
His shoulders slump slightly the more Shu hits nails on the head for him, but he nods, letting his gaze drop back onto his empty bowl.]
It's been weird not seein' them. Not that I want them to be here with us — I know they'd be able to hold their own against these guys, but I don't wanna see them get hurt.
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Date: 2025-07-13 04:50 am (UTC)He looks at Shu again, a wistful expression on his face at mention of Mikey and Leo. He glances at Raph, nodding in his shared sentiment.]
...same. That's...why I haven't tried looking for my brothers here. And why I'd rather hope they've stayed hidden.
[Even if it hurts that maybe they didn't try looking for him. But he knows they would have. ...if they didn't think he was dead or something.]
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Date: 2025-07-13 02:50 pm (UTC)Well. You know my opinion on the subject.
[No need to push it right now.]
I, too, wish to see my siblings dearly. Though we rarely meet even at home, I find that being in this unfamiliar world heightens my desire to be with family. [a faint pause] I suppose that is just fancy language to mean I am homesick.
Tell us about where you come from, Raphael. What are things like? ...Pizza is a common commodity?