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Hello BSC fans, I'm still alive and I come bearing gifts
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you know what, no, i AM gonna say it. the fact that peter's calling the bartender "love" by the end of the game (if you max out his relationship) indicates that in the span of a single year, he has become more comfortable expressing his affection and care for the bartender than he ever did with sandra, even though they've known each other far longer and are significantly more tangled up in each other—which is probably why it's easier to say to the bartender than it ever would be, to say to her.
and if you think that makes me insane, you'd be right!
stormy winter my beloathed beloveds
Yet another storm to the south of Britain had brought heavy rain all night, and in the morning Algy discovered that the world was exceedingly wet again. But of course that was not the slightest bit unusual in the wild west Highlands of Scotland, and despite the excessive humidity, he was glad to find that the day was pleasantly calm.
Hopping over to the smaller of the two ponds in his assistants' garden, Algy settled down on a mossy stone at the water's edge, to see what might be happening there. The plants around the pond told a rambling tale of a winter of stormy weather, in a cacophany of battered red and green vegetation tangling here and there and every which way, but the pond itself looked vibrant and healthy, and Algy suspected that although it might perhaps not win human awards for the smartest garden, the many wee creatures which relied upon this seemingly chaotic environment were probably content.
It was certainly peaceful and soothing to perch by the side of the water and try to gaze into its depths, even though he could detect no obvious activity, and Algy wondered idly what the pond was doing:
Wobbling like a wobbly jelly Being a bucket for the rain Sending flash-backs to the sun Cheeking the sky Giving the moon a bath Letting swans, ducks and winter leaves ride on its back Licking the lollipop reeds Pretending to be soup for the wind to stir Growing stinky skunk cabbages Drawing wheels and circles then rubbing them out Plopping slopping slurping spinning Turning the weeping willows happily upside down Dreaming of running away to sea Hiding under a starry blanket of dark What is the pond doing? Ponding. Responding.
[Algy is thinking of the poem What is the Pond Doing? by the contemporary English poet and children's author Diana Hendry.]
looking at the name of the playlist--where does dogfish come from? peter and dog symbolism makes sense but i don't know what fish symbolism is off the top of my head, so sandra as a fish is a delightful but unexpected image
(CASE 4 SPOILERS!!) Oh, it's... quite silly, really. Nothing deep, lmao
Sandra is referred to as "a slippery fish", "a catch you don't want to mess up" etc by both Peter and Hugo, on top of her name literally being 'Fischer' of course. It just kinda fits her in my mind - she's got that slightly cool, detached energy... And she's beautiful to look at but very difficult to hold on to.
I'm terrible at coming up with ship names and I couldn't use their actual names so dogfish was what I landed on as the placeholder, terrible as it is haha. In my head... it's them!
A road trip... maybe it wasn't very popular in the 1920s, but I hope he and Sandra can drive from the highway to the countryside fields. Of course, before the war spreads, they both need a change of mood, don't they? And there's no one who knows them there, so they don't have to worry about their identities.
I also thought of another story: Sandra left, and Peter didn't know where she went. But he also decided to leave and look for new meaning. Then, maybe a few years later, in a bar or somewhere else in another country, they meet again like in Case 0. As the saying goes, "meeting an old friend in a foreign land," looking back on the past... But this reunion, I think... will be much better.
My bartender (literally me) is making them kiss in her head like they are dolls.