#Susan UWO

[dragonsdomain]

Out of Office chapter 2

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Chapter 1

Joy shut the door to the basement and flicked on a light, turning to look intensely at Luke and Oliver. “It’s time for the first meeting of the Eugene Protection Squad.”

“EPS?” Oliver repeated. “I feel like there are cooler acronyms we could create.”

Luke frowned at Joy. “While I’m all for protecting Eugene, I’m not sure about this plan. Spying on him? Sneaking around behind his back? We’re his friends! He trusts us!”

Joy sighed. “He doesn’t trust us enough to confide in us about what he’s going through. It’s been years. I think it’s about time we step in and find out the truth so we can really help him.”

Luke sagged. “I don’t feel good about it. But okay.” He glanced incredulously at his surroundings. "Do we have to be meeting in a basement?"

Joy rolled her eyes. "There's nothing wrong with my basement. It has beanbag chairs and everything. It's comfy."

Oliver looked between Joy and Luke. “Uh, so. What’s this meeting going to entail? What are we doing?”

“First let’s pool our knowledge of what’s going on with Eugene,” Joy said.

Luke shrunk down uncomfortably as both Joy's and Oliver's gazes turned to him. He sighed. “It’s definitely something supernatural. Back when he and I were trying to save those kids a couple of years ago, several figures appeared out of nowhere to help.”

Oliver raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean 'figures'? Were they not people?"

"I didn't get great looks at any of them since we were busy running for our life," Luke snapped. "I'm not sure."

Joy sat down on a beanbag next to Luke. "So that had something to do with Eugene's job?"

"I think so," Luke responded. "He didn't really explain much about it to me afterwards, and I never pushed since he seemed a little shaken up about it. But it was weird." Luke cringed. "I feel bad sharing this behind his back."

Oliver shrugged. "Joy, what do you know?"

Joy tapped her foot on the concrete floor absently. "I don't think I know much more than you guys. We know what little he's told us. He helps people. Works with a couple of coworkers who he sounds close with--Oh!" She perked up. "I talked to a few of the other station attendants from station 00, and it doesn't sound like they're close to him. So that's interesting."

“You went to his work and talked to his coworkers?” Luke burst in, astonished. “How long have you been spying on him?”

Joy leaned back defensively. “That was only today! If we were going to do this, I wanted to come to our meeting prepared! It’s not weird!”

“It’s a little bit weird,” Oliver conceded.

Joy glared at him.

“What?” He asked.

Joy sighed. "This is beside the point. If it's not his coworkers at station 00, who is Eugene close to?"

Oliver tilted his head. "That's a good question. Does he have another job, maybe?"

Joy tapped her chin. "Or he could've been lying about being close to his coworkers."

"Guys..." Luke said. "Are we really in here wondering if Eugene's been lying to us?"

Joy winced. "I didn't mean... obviously it wouldn't have been to trick us. I just thought that maybe it was a white lie or something, make his workplace sound more cheerful than it is."

Luke shook his head. "He's genuine about being friends with his coworkers. Back when I was first getting to know him, he told me they were the whole reason he wanted to work there in the first place."

Joy held up a hand placatingly. "Okay. Sorry. It could also be that he's misreading the situation, that his coworkers don't think of him the same way he thinks of them."

Luke frowned, feeling defensive again on Eugene's behalf, but he said nothing.

"So, what? You think his coworkers might be dangerous to him?" Oliver asked. "That's what we're here to figure out, right? Whether his job is putting him in danger?"

"Uh, uh." Joy shook her head. "We know his job is putting him in danger."

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "I mean, it could've just been an earthquake. And what Luke said was years ago."

"Seems like far too much of a coincidence to me," Joy said. "And back then too, if Luke is right about the kid chase thing being related to Eugene's job, it was dangerous then also."

Oliver shrugged. "Okay then. So our real objective is to... determine why Eugene's job is dangerous?"

Joy pounded a fist into her hand. "And then stop it. Exactly."

Luke folded his arms. "It's not our place to 'put a stop' to anything. Eugene wouldn't have kept doing this job for years if there wasn't something good about it. Whatever it is, it's important to him. Maybe we should just let him be."

Joy looked at Luke incredulously. "Come on. We've been over this. We all love Eugene, we love how good and kind he is. But he can be a bit self-sacrificial at times."

Luke shrank down, breaking Joy's gaze.

"Joy is right," Oliver added. "As his friends, it's our responsibility to make sure he isn't in over his head. We need to look out for him. If we don't, who will?"

"I get it," Luke said, defeated. "I'm sorry. I'll help."

Joy smiled appreciatively. Luke was looking down at his lap.

Oliver shifted in his seat, the beans making a shh sound. "I don't really know much either. He's always been closer to you, Luke, than me or Joy. I mean basically all I've got are some slips of the tongue he's made. Don't know if they're important or even if they mean anything at all. I think he's almost said something like 'ghost' a couple of times. But what I heard was jus--"

Joy snapped her fingers. "'Ghosts'! I've heard him almost say that too!"

"So now will you guys take seriously what I mentioned before about the weirdness in that chase?" Luke asked.

Joy sat up straight. "What? It can't actually be ghosts. They're not real. This is just a possible piece of the puzzle."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

Oliver shrugged. "I mean, if he was working with ghosts, it'd explain why the friends he talks about aren't his human coworkers."

Joy laughed nervously. "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

"The first full conversation I had with Eugene was in a dream..." Luke said absently. "And he remembered the same dream the next day. I'd kind of... always wondered how that happened. If it was ghosts..."

"Wait, can we go back to the part where you met Eugene in a dream?" Oliver interjected. "You didn't feel the need to mention that earlier?"

Luke shook his head. "It's not important. I think I already know what we need to do."

"Really?" Joy said, leaning forward.

Luke nodded. "Eugene has a particular flower he always carries with him in his shirt pocket. A couple of times I've come to the station to see him, and his coworkers have told me he's taking a nap. I find him with the flower in his mouth, and he doesn't wake up, whatever I do."

Joy stared at him. "That is weird."

"So we're going to steal the flower?" Oliver asked.

Luke sagged. "I hope it won't come to that. But yeah, we've got to get our hands on it somehow."

"It could be an important piece of this puzzle," Joy said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Even if we can't figure out what it's for just by having it, we could try to see if Eugene's behavior changes at all without it." She sat up straighter. "Great work, team EPS. We've got our next step figured out."

"I still think we could come up with a cooler acronym," Oliver said.

...

Eugene flew though the darkened town after dark, floating into the subway and eventually arriving back among the wreckage of Station 00. He'd come here almost every day over the last few years. It had felt more like home than his actual apartment, though now it lay in ruins, rubble and glass everywhere with caution tape that he ignored. Though it was a transformed place, it felt good to be back there with a purpose, almost like he was back with the Underworld Office again.

Eugene stepped towards the lost and found closet, opened the door, and picked up Boss's fan. It was bent from how roughly River had broken out of it a few days ago (it had only been that long? It felt like weeks, months), but Eugene could still feel the power within it. How many evil... or suffering spirits were trapped within it?

He bit his lip and thought of Finley and Tatum. Their mom was still in here, wasn't she? How fair was it that he and Boss had kept her there, trapped, for... years? She'd been a good mother for her children. She'd only wanted to protect them. Eugene had objected at the beginning to her being sealed, but... he'd let it happen. Eugene took a deep breath, set his jaw, then pulled the fan open carefully to prevent damage to the paper.

A gasp escaped Eugene's throat as he felt the power emanating from within. He stumbled back a little at the shock of it. He heard churning voices, calling, corrupted noises of pain and writhing within. He tried to take a deep breath to calm himself, but it did little as a ghost.

He gritted his teeth, trying to steel himself. He'd rarely used ghostly keepsakes before, and the power of this one seemed overwhelming. Was it really a good idea to try this?

He looked at the fan, eyes watering. Moans came out of it. So much pain... Finley and Tatum's mother was inside of there, and he knew she was innocent.

Eugene gasped, held his breath, and thrust his hand into the fan.

He let out a yell as the screams seemed to claw at his hand physically within the fan. Fingers brushed his hand all over, each carrying with it a thousand flavors of emotional agony.

He gasped, feeling like his whole soul was drowning, unsure if it really was only his hand in the fan or if all of him was inside. "Susan..." he coughed, reaching out.

Something cold grabbed onto his hand, and he screamed, trying to pull it out. The thing came with him, sliding out of the fan in a cascade of dark reddish slime. Eugene dropped the fan, scrambling away from the figure on the ground.

Eugene watched with wide eyes, desperately trying to regain control of his breathing. He was okay. The screaming was over. He checked himself for a pulse and had a brief moment of panic at its absence before remembering he was a ghost.

The pile of slime moved, pulling itself together. The familiar shape of Susan's ghost raised its head, white teary eyes looking at Eugene. "My babies..."

"Susan..." Eugene said. "It's been... a while." He pursed his lips, wondering how she would react to the sight of him.

Susan leaned towards him. "My babies," she repeated more insistantly.

"They're okay!" Eugene said, standing up. "They're safe."

She started sobbing. Her slimy form shook with the effort. She shifted closer to Eugene, and he resisted the urge to pull back, feeling her pain radiating off of her. "Where. Show me."

Eugene gulped. Would bringing a monster to Finley and Tatum be a good idea? It was nighttime, so Susan would be more powerful. He'd picked the wrong time to let loose an evil spirit, hadn't he? And she'd been in the fan for a long time, so he didn't know how stable she was. Eugene couldn't stop her if she decided to try something.

He bit his lip. He had to. It wasn't fair to leave her like this. "Okay. Follow me." Eugene quietly walked over, picked up the fan, then flew through the ceiling to the surface, checking behind himself to make sure the spirit was following.

Eugene flew down the street, leading Susan through the shadows towards Linda's flower shop. After the kids' father had been arrested, Linda had adopted them. Susan followed behind Eugene, leaving a couple who were out late shivering as her tendrils of slime brushed against them.

They reached the flower shop. The bit of River's hair was still tied around the door to prevent ghosts from going through, so Eugene tugged the door slightly open to allow himself and Susan to slip in. Sean had left it unlocked after Eugene left.

The two of them flew up to the second floor and, after a moment of hesitation, Eugene directed Susan towards the kids' room. The slipped through the door, and Susan's breath caught on the other side.

"M-my babies...?" Susan moved to the bed to the left and looked down at Finley. Finley shivered in her sleep. Susan glided over to Tatum. "You're both so big, you look so healthy... Mommy is proud, mommy loves you."

Susan placed a hand on Tatum's shoulder, but he jolted, his eyes fluttering open. He sat up and looked around confusedly. Susan drew her hand away as Tatum looked through her apprehensively, unseeing. "I can't touch them? I hurt them?"

Eugene stepped up to her cautiously. "Ghosts should try to keep some distance from humans so we don't drain their energy."

Susan looked back at Eugene. "You... you! You're bigger too..."

Eugene flinched back, worried by the abruptness in her tone. "M-me...?"

Susan drew close. "You tried to help me kill that man..."

Eugene shrunk down, chills running up his back. "I don't... did I? I didn't mean..." He tried not to envision the recurring nightmare he'd had about helping the monstrous Charlie finish the job.

"Where is he?" Susan asked.

Eugene froze. The man was alive, but in prison. But Susan had wanted him dead. If he told her the truth, she might try to kill him, and Eugene might not be able to stop her.

He could lie... but the thought made him sick. Boss' words about how truth was not always best came to mind. He'd thought it was better to deceive Eugene, River, Hayden, and Joan, and he'd hurt all of them because of it. Eugene... didn't want to be like him.

Susan put a cold hand on Eugene's shoulder, and he shivered from the rage he could feel bolt up his arm. "Where?" she repeated.

Eugene gulped. "He's in prison."

Susan let go of Eugene and drew back. She held still for a minute, looking calm. Would it be okay? Was she content with him being in prison?

But then Susan shot down and out the front door.

Eugene flew after her, shutting the door again and silently apologizing to Finley and Tatum. Eugene pursued Susan, calling out to her. "Wait! Stop! What are you doing?"

She grabbed him in the muddy tendrils of her clothing and Eugene yelled in surprise as she dragged him along with her.

"To KILL HIM," Susan said.

Eugene grabbed her arm. "Please don't. He's not a threat anymore."

"Was I a THREAT?" Susan pulled to a stop, pulling Eugene up close to her face. "Was I a threat when he KILLED ME?"

"N-no..." he could feel the power in her arm, how easily she could crush his soul.

"Were my children a THREAT?" Susan cried, tearing up. "When he LOCKED them UP? When he let them STARVE??"

What did that matter though? What use was Eugene if he couldn't do anything good? Eugene gritted his teeth. "Is it right?"

Susan paused. "What?"

"Is killing him... right? The right thing to do?" Eugene winced as Susan's hand tightened around him.

"Who cares?" Eugene's eyes widened. "It is my revenge. It is what he DESERVES."

"You don't care whether it's right...?" Eugene said softly. He slumped. But she wanted to do it anyway. Like River.  She wanted justice... even if it meant she did something wrong. Eugene had promised River he'd support her in what she did before she left.

"Those years ago you said this was just revenge," Susan said. "Are you taking back what you said? Were you wrong?"

Eugene felt torn. This was so similar to what he'd promised River. But... his dream. His recurring dream of murdering that man, of turning into a monster because of it. That was wrong.

Eugene shook his head. "Killing him will hurt you," he said. "Even if it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. You won't be able to come back from it."

Susan snarled. "Then you don't have to watch." She dropped Eugene and bolted away, towards the prison.

"NO!" Eugene flew after her. He went as fast as he could, but he couldn't fly as fast as a full ghost. He slowed down after a minute, tired, but kept flying again at full speed after only a few seconds. "Susan, stop!"

By the time Eugene reached the prison, he could see a trail of Susan's pain streaked across the windows and doors of the prison. He zipped in the nearest window. He had to catch her before she found Jack.

After a few minutes of frantic searching, Eugene spotted Susan on the ground floor. He rushed up to her. "Please, please don't! Leave him! It's over, Finley and Tatum are safe!"

Susan shoved Eugene roughly out of the way and kept searching.

"Susan! You're better than him! Stop!"

Susan kept ignoring him. She stopped at one cell and a manic smile stretched across her face. Eugene felt a chill of horror.

"Found you," she said.

Sharp fragments of cloth shot out towards Jack, but Eugene bolted forward, blocking them with his body. The tendrils slammed into him and pain shot through him as he was flung across the cell.

Eugene gasped. It hurt, oh wow it hurt. Eugene managed to prop himself onto his elbow.

Susan looked at him in astonishment. "N-no! That was your fault! I didn't kill you!"

"Kill--?" Eugene whispered, then looked down at himself. What he saw made him feel sick to his stomach. A fragment of his soul had broken off and was hovering beside him, fibers holding weakly onto it. The hole was big enough to put his hand through. That was why it hurt.

Eugene tried to hold his soul together, still fighting against the pain. "Su... please..." He closed his eyes, hoping he could hear his weak voice. "What'd Tatum and Finley... think...?"

Eugene sat there panting for a minute. His soul had never been hurt this badly before. Oh, this was bad... He didn't want to do this again. Would it stop hurting if he could make it back to his body?

"Ugh..." Susan hovered nearby, her essence hovering threateningly around Jack. "UGH! Y-you! They are children! They don't need to know. Will you tell them? Are you GOING TO TELL THEM?"

Eugene whimpered as he felt Susan's presence draw close to him. "Don't tell themmmm."

"I won't..." Eugene cried, still holding onto his side.

Susan turned around.

"No..." Eugene whispered. He laborously reached for his pocket as Susan moved towards Jack again. Eugene pulled the fan open, set it on the ground, then grabbed the hem of Susan's skirt.

Her eyes bulged. "NO!" She screamed, clawing at Eugene's arm, and he screamed in pain in turn. He held onto her as tears came to his eyes and shoved down, thrusting her back into the fan. It sucked her in, and Eugene faded from consciousness as her wails were absorbed once again by the paper fan.

...

The sun had risen, recently, and the morning air was chilly. Birds were chirping merrily, and Charlie thought that, if she were still alive and sleep mattered, she'd be annoyed at them for being loud so soon after dawn.

If Charlie was so independant, then why was she hanging out here outside of Eugene’s apartment? She kicked a rock, and it bounced off the wall. Eugene hadn’t been going to work lately ‘cause of the station getting smashed, but he could stand to do more ghost stuff, couldn’t he? Was he depressed or something?

Charlie sighed, then sat down on a bench. A couple of humans drifted by, none noticing her. None caring. None knowing anything about her. She curled into herself. She didn’t want to think about that. A bird landed near her blindly, but she whacked her scissors against the bench with a ding that sent it flitting away. She slipped behind the bench, then started cutting up leaves from the ground.

Chills arced up her back, and she startled. A sudden drop in temperature. Charlie stood, looking around herself for the threat. She saw oblivious humans, a cat on the other side of the bench.

“Boss?” She whispered. “Eugene? River?” She winced, feeling stupid. River was gone. Hopefully no one had heard that.

There it was. A shadow on the ground. Just as Charlie spotted it, it zipped off into an alleyway.

“Hey!” She glared. Then she sighed. What, was she going to not follow it? She dashed after it.

The thing slid along the ground, darting between patches of shadow. Charlie had heard about the daylight making ghosts weaker, but personally she could hardly feel it.

The thing kept sliding until it reached a chain link fence.

“I have you cornered,” Charlie said, snapping her scissors. “Now show what you really are!”

The shadow slid under the fence.

“HEY!” Charlie dashed after it. She slipped through the fence easily, but her scissors hit the metal and flew out of her hand. Grumbling swear words, Charlie rushed back over to grab them from the ground, tossed them over the fence, then ran over to grab them from the other side as the shadow continued away.

Now they were going through some trash alley place. Ah, if her father could see her now… n-no, don’t think about him. Charlie ran after the shadow.

The thing stopped in the middle of the path, and Charlie paused a few feet away, confused. Why wasn’t it fleeing again?

ChArlie… it hissed. Charlie took a step back. The voice was warped, but there was something familiar about it.

“W-who are you?” Charlie held her scissors protectively in front of herself.

It rose up. Large, cold white eyes opened, tugging her soul towards their void. Large, cruel hands, thick fingers made for crushing, took shape. Charlie froze. "N-no--"

"Charlie," her father's ghost said, legs solidifying. "You're not going to try to run away again, are you?"

Charlie ran.

She bolted towards the opposite end of the alley, glad to see light at the other end unfiltered through a chain-link fence. She wanted to glance over her shoulder to see where her persuer was, but she didn't want to slow down to do so.

Charlie burst out onto the daylit street, sharply turning to the left. If she'd been human, she'd feel her muscles burning now, but as it was, there was nothing to distract her from the unfiltered terror coursing through her body.

She finally found herself in front of Eugene's apartment complex, stopping only long enough to shove her scissors through the old-fashioned mail slot before phasing in, grabbing them, and jumping straight up through the ceiling to Eugene's bedroom.

"Eugene! Eugene!" Charlie grabbed at Eugene's clothes in an attempt to shake him. It took a second before she could concentrate enough to touch them, and even then when she tugged and pushed, he still didn't respond.

She whacked him in the shoulder with the head of her scissors.

Eugene gave a labored groan in his sleep, but didn't move. Was he breathing kind of heavy?

Charlie gritted her teeth as she glanced about the room for anything she could use. Was there anything that'd have any effect on a ghost? Was there anything but ghostly artifacts that one could use to fight a ghost? She could sure have used an infodump about all this just about several days ago!

She glanced out the window to see how close her pursuer was. She didn't see him. Her eyes held the corner where she'd turned, watching for any sign of movement.

Charlie only looked away when her eyes started watering for not blinking for so long. She noticed how tense she felt. Had her father's ghost not followed her?

After a minute, Charlie was starting to calm down. She took one more glance out the window...

Just as a long black hand became visible around the corner.

Charlie choked and whipped her head back. She pulled Eugene's curtains shut, then curled up down below the window, shaking. Had he seen her? Please let him not have seen her.

Charlie wouldn't be safe here. If her father's ghost could sense ghostly auras, he'd locate her within minutes, especially with all her fear. The walls were a little comforting, but Charlie jolted as she reminded herself they wouldn't matter to a ghost. She had to go.

Standing and darting towards the opposite wall, Charlie fired a glare at Eugene (though she felt more disappointed than angry). "Of course you don't protect me the one time I need you."

Charlie popped open the window on the other side of the room and jumped out, darting out amongst the sea of buildings.

...

Chapter 3

[pocket-ghostie]

Ok, I knew that Buff Studio already had plans for Charlie in Underworld when making Underworld Office (bc of conext clues), but I didn't know HOW MUCH they knew what they were planing when they made the first game!!!!! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!

(Spoilers for UwO/CiU)

First, in chapter 4, early sleep, right before Eugene gets kicked out, Boss says "I hope I never see you again."

This implies several things, Boss hopes Eugene lives a long life and/or when they die they can immediately go to 'the other side'. This also implies that Boss can't leave. Because of the door that he is in charge of guarding, he can never leave. Of course, at the end of Charlie in Underworld the door gets destroyed so Boss could leave (after a lot of work). However in this game, Boss doesn't know that's going to happen. He is under the assumption that he is going to stay in the office forever.

Furthermore, in the Peace Somewhere Beyond ending, Eugene mentions that Boss might never find peace.

This could also be because he can't leave due to the door. Although it could be argued that Eugene mentions this because Boss will never be bright, I disagree due to the end of Charlie in Underworld. Boss clearly has a desire to right his wrongs and be bright, however he can't because his duty is to protect the door. So, because of what happens in the Peace Somewhere Beyond ending, Charlie in Underworld doesn’t happen in that timeline, and the door is probably never destroyed. Which keeps Boss guarding the door forever. The door is never mentioned in Underworld Office as an obligation for Boss, as that is only revealed at the end of Charlie in Underworld. However there is plenty of evidence that the writers were thinking about this connection while making this game.

In addition, Charlie gets sealed, leading to the beginning of Charlie in Underworld. Obviously, this is a rather basic connection. However, there is more to it. They could have had Charlie escape or get torn into pieces, without Eugene interfering and letting Joan deal with Charlie. This would get rid of Charlie and give Eugene the opportunity to get Joans help and be able to call the cane later on, because Joan wouldn’t be mad at Eugene. But, Charlie was sealed so that the Office ghosts could easily get to them. It also allows and gives a reason for Charlie to lose their memories, so that the player can slowly learn about Charlie throughout the plot. Because Charlie was sealed, we got the beginning of Charlie in Underworld.

Also, I saw a post in the Underworld Office tag (idk how I would find it now) that said “Eugene choose to be a dark ghost” and it came with this image:

When I was first playing through the game, I thought this was just a fun design choice, and it might be. But if Buff Studios was already thinking about the plot of the second game and how ghosts actually work, this may be a nod to that. This could be refuted with the argument that Eugene thought he was doing good and should be a bright ghost, however this brings up several problems. First off, Buff Studios wanted to keep the conflict of how ghosts work for the second game, and also Eugene did think what he was doing was wrong. They justified it in their head because Jack was a murderer, but I guarantee that Eugene still thought that murder was bad. In fact, Eugene wanted to stop Jack in part because he was a murderer. So it would make sense for Eugene to be a dark ghost, along with the fact that Susans desire for vengeance was still in the area too.

Next, we have the fact that Boss didn’t explain how ghosts work in the beginning of the game. It was River who explained to Eugene how things work. While giving this explanation, Boss stayed silent. This could hint that Boss already knew how ghosts actually work and was staying silent in the beginning of the game. Although this can be refuted with the fact that in the second to last chapter in Charlie in Underworld, Eugene states that Boss has been getting darker because of his guilt of keeping this secret. Which means that Eugene had to have already seen Boss before to tell that he was getting darker. But since Boss got attached to Eugene, he may have felt more guilty about keeping everything a secret. Thus, making him darker when Eugene was around. Although this is an interesting theory, I disagree with it. I think Boss figured out how things actually worked either in between the two games, or the beginning of Charlie in Underworld when Charlie is unsealed. Despite this however, Boss most likely still had an idea that ghosts did not work the way he thought. I believe the fact that River explained everything rather than Boss was very intentional, and an important fact when thinking about Charlie in Underworld.

Finally, all the ghosts have images of when they were alive. At the end of every chapter, there is an image that goes along with it. (Like this one)

I believe this image changes depending on what choices are made. Some of these images show the ghosts when they were alive. Like Hayden playing with a cat, or Joan with her gun and in her soldier outfit. Through these images, it is clear that Buff Studios already planned out the ghosts' backstories. They already had their backstories planned, but they did not say anything about them. This is because they go into the ghosts' pasts in Charlie in Underworld. Further proving that they had already planned what they were going to do in the second game, and were planning on making a second game.

In conclusion, these were all the things that I found in the first game. All of these little details show how Buff Studios was already thinking about Charlie in Underworld when making the first game. They put so much thought into these games, how they would work, the worldbuilding, and the characters. Because of their care and passion for these games, it makes their world feel so real.

[starrim]

another UWO mini-rant (Spoilers Ahead!!!)

I really like how Tatum & Finley were written.

Like

they were living in an abusive household

Their father abused their mother, and probably did to them as well (though based off of evidence provided in the game, it’s also quite possible that Susan took the brunt of the damage for her kids)

But they were too young to truly understand what was going on

They go out in public, they go to school, and society teaches them that their parents are their “Mommy” and “Daddy” and children should respect and love their parents. Right?

They don’t know any better. And Susan appears to encourage this, I assume(?) to try and give the kids some semblance of a normal childhood

And when their mom was “hidden” by their father, they tried to come up with creative ways to ask for help, like with the “what do you do when the dragon kidnaps the princess...” or something along those lines, i don’t remember, i don’t feel like pulling the game up right now im sorry-

It’s like

they’re young, but they acknowledge that their father might hurt Eugene or them if they say too much

They don’t know that their mom is dead, all they know is that their dad hid her away and started keeping a tighter chain around them

They’re kids, they don’t know what’s going on, but they’re scared

And ALSO. Am I the only one that got a bit emotional at the end where Jack finds the kids at the window and he’s like “wHO ARe YoU TALkING tO?” and it’s just one sibling begging him not to hurt the other

and then when Eugene gives them instructions on what to do, they just kind of nod, still in an emotional state

which I think is a realistic example of what a child their age would do in that kind of situation

Like I know that for me

when I was a kid and I would get super scared/hurt/etc., I would start crying so much that it was like the “*hiccup* *gasp* *sob*” over and over again and in that kind of state, I couldn’t really say much, and all I could really do was follow instructions on what to do next and calm down

I’m also so freaking proud of Eugene

Eugene handled that situation a lot better than I thought he would, trying to focus Jack’s anger at them rather than the kids, calling the cops, (somewhat) calmly giving the kids instructions on what to do, etc.

I’m upset that they put themselves in danger like that (I’d hate to think about what would happen if the Underworld Office ghosts and Luke and Linda and all of them weren’t there) but I’m proud of them. They did good.

anyway all of that to say that I really liked how they portrayed Tatum & Finley’s living situation and how they reacted to it and also how much I liked that final chase scene

actually i really like Underworld Office in general-

[historyofwomenphilosophers-blog]

North American Society for Early Phenomenology

Pragmatism and Phenomenology: Female Figures King’s University College (UWO), London, Ontario, 27 – 28 April 2019.

This two-day workshop is a follow-up to the March 2017 Pragmatism and Phenomenology event at the University of Waterloo, in Waterloo, Ontario. Like its predecessor, this workshop presents an opportunity for scholars of both phenomenology and pragmatism to engage in a sustained round-table discussion on topics relevant to both groups. This year we wish to focus on the women of both movements, the significance of their ideas and the relevance they hold for philosophy today. This is not to say you cannot discuss a female figure or work from either movement in relation to a male figure or work, but the focus we wish to pursue is on the female figures and their contributions to these movements. A list of suggested figures for both pragmatism and phenomenology can be found below. The ways you engage these female thinkers is open and multifarious: whether you compare or contrast ideas of a female phenomenologist and pragmatist or offer an exposition of one female thinker from either camp and show how their work/ideas are of importance for philosophers today, it’s all good and so valuable. Many of these female figures have received far too little attention. This workshop seeks to be a positive step in changing this. The organizers are interested in all topics and themes likely to be of interest to both pragmatists and phenomenologists.

Female Figures in Pragmatism:

Anna Julia Cooper Jane Addams Mary Parker Follett Marietta Kies Susan Blow Charlotte Perkins Gilman Ella Flag Young Elsie Ripley Clapp Lucy Sprague Mitchell Jessie Taft

Two figures who probably don’t count as pragmatists but who worked closely with Peirce on logic and semiotic, respectively, are:

Christine Ladd-Franklin Lady Welby

Female Figures in Phenomenology:

Edith Stein Gerda Walther Hedwig Conrad-Martius Else Voigtländer Hannah Arendt Margarete Calinich Käte Hamburger Betty Heimann Adelgundis Jaegerschmid Zagorka Mićić Erica Sehl Edith Landmann-Kalisher Gertrud Kuznitsky

We can also extend to later figures:

Simone Weil Simone de Beauvoir

http://nasepblog.ophen.org/…/cfp-pragmatism-and-phenomeno…/…

[historyofwomenphilosophers-blog]

Tomorrow! North American Society for Early Phenomenology

CFP – Pragmatism and Phenomenology: Female Figures King’s University College (UWO), London, Ontario, 27 – 28 April 2019.

This two-day workshop is a follow-up to the March 2017 Pragmatism and Phenomenology event at the University of Waterloo, in Waterloo, Ontario. Like its predecessor, this workshop presents an opportunity for scholars of both phenomenology and pragmatism to engage in a sustained round-table discussion on topics relevant to both groups. This year we wish to focus on the women of both movements, the significance of their ideas and the relevance they hold for philosophy today. This is not to say you cannot discuss a female figure or work from either movement in relation to a male figure or work, but the focus we wish to pursue is on the female figures and their contributions to these movements. A list of suggested figures for both pragmatism and phenomenology can be found below. The ways you engage these female thinkers is open and multifarious: whether you compare or contrast ideas of a female phenomenologist and pragmatist or offer an exposition of one female thinker from either camp and show how their work/ideas are of importance for philosophers today, it’s all good and so valuable. Many of these female figures have received far too little attention. This workshop seeks to be a positive step in changing this. The organizers are interested in all topics and themes likely to be of interest to both pragmatists and phenomenologists.

Female Figures in Pragmatism:

Anna Julia Cooper Jane Addams Mary Parker Follett Marietta Kies Susan Blow Charlotte Perkins Gilman Ella Flag Young Elsie Ripley Clapp Lucy Sprague Mitchell Jessie Taft

Two figures who probably don’t count as pragmatists but who worked closely with Peirce on logic and semiotic, respectively, are:

Christine Ladd-Franklin Lady Welby

Female Figures in Phenomenology:

Edith Stein Gerda Walther Hedwig Conrad-Martius Else Voigtländer Hannah Arendt Margarete Calinich Käte Hamburger Betty Heimann Adelgundis Jaegerschmid Zagorka Mićić Erica Sehl Edith Landmann-Kalisher Gertrud Kuznitsky

We can also extend to later figures:

Simone Weil Simone de Beauvoir

http://nasepblog.ophen.org/…/cfp-pragmatism-and-phenomeno…/…

[historyofwomenphilosophers-blog]

This month!

North American Society for Early Phenomenology

CFP – Pragmatism and Phenomenology: Female Figures King’s University College (UWO), London, Ontario, 27 – 28 April 2019.

This two-day workshop is a follow-up to the March 2017 Pragmatism and Phenomenology event at the University of Waterloo, in Waterloo, Ontario. Like its predecessor, this workshop presents an opportunity for scholars of both phenomenology and pragmatism to engage in a sustained round-table discussion on topics relevant to both groups. This year we wish to focus on the women of both movements, the significance of their ideas and the relevance they hold for philosophy today. This is not to say you cannot discuss a female figure or work from either movement in relation to a male figure or work, but the focus we wish to pursue is on the female figures and their contributions to these movements. A list of suggested figures for both pragmatism and phenomenology can be found below. The ways you engage these female thinkers is open and multifarious: whether you compare or contrast ideas of a female phenomenologist and pragmatist or offer an exposition of one female thinker from either camp and show how their work/ideas are of importance for philosophers today, it’s all good and so valuable. Many of these female figures have received far too little attention. This workshop seeks to be a positive step in changing this. The organizers are interested in all topics and themes likely to be of interest to both pragmatists and phenomenologists.

Female Figures in Pragmatism:

Anna Julia Cooper Jane Addams Mary Parker Follett Marietta Kies Susan Blow Charlotte Perkins Gilman Ella Flag Young Elsie Ripley Clapp Lucy Sprague Mitchell Jessie Taft

Two figures who probably don’t count as pragmatists but who worked closely with Peirce on logic and semiotic, respectively, are:

Christine Ladd-Franklin Lady Welby

Female Figures in Phenomenology:

Edith Stein Gerda Walther Hedwig Conrad-Martius Else Voigtländer Hannah Arendt Margarete Calinich Käte Hamburger Betty Heimann Adelgundis Jaegerschmid Zagorka Mićić Erica Sehl Edith Landmann-Kalisher Gertrud Kuznitsky

We can also extend to later figures:

Simone Weil Simone de Beauvoir

http://nasepblog.ophen.org/2018/12/11/cfp-pragmatism-and-phenomenology-female-figures/

[historyofwomenphilosophers-blog]

North American Society for Early Phenomenology

CFP – Pragmatism and Phenomenology: Female Figures King’s University College (UWO), London, Ontario, 27 – 28 April 2019.

This two-day workshop is a follow-up to the March 2017 Pragmatism and Phenomenology event at the University of Waterloo, in Waterloo, Ontario. Like its predecessor, this workshop presents an opportunity for scholars of both phenomenology and pragmatism to engage in a sustained round-table discussion on topics relevant to both groups. This year we wish to focus on the women of both movements, the significance of their ideas and the relevance they hold for philosophy today. This is not to say you cannot discuss a female figure or work from either movement in relation to a male figure or work, but the focus we wish to pursue is on the female figures and their contributions to these movements. A list of suggested figures for both pragmatism and phenomenology can be found below. The ways you engage these female thinkers is open and multifarious: whether you compare or contrast ideas of a female phenomenologist and pragmatist or offer an exposition of one female thinker from either camp and show how their work/ideas are of importance for philosophers today, it’s all good and so valuable. Many of these female figures have received far too little attention. This workshop seeks to be a positive step in changing this. The organizers are interested in all topics and themes likely to be of interest to both pragmatists and phenomenologists.

The workshop is meant to be a discussion-type format and is not meant to be a formal presentation of papers. Workshop participants will be asked to lead or co-lead discussions on a topic of their choosing with discussion material circulated in advance. In order to facilitate this process, we ask that you submit a 150-word abstract of your discussion topic and one or two suggested readings for participants. It is not expected that participants are experts in both traditions, but merely that there is an interest in both and a willingness to learn more.

Submission due date: Abstract and supplementary reading deadline is 16 February 2019.

Please email your submission to Kimberly Baltzer-Jaray at kbaltzer@uwo.ca

Female Figures in Pragmatism:

Anna Julia Cooper Jane Addams Mary Parker Follett Marietta Kies Susan Blow Charlotte Perkins Gilman Ella Flag Young Elsie Ripley Clapp Lucy Sprague Mitchell Jessie Taft

Two figures who probably don’t count as pragmatists but who worked closely with Peirce on logic and semiotic, respectively, are:

Christine Ladd-Franklin Lady Welby

Female Figures in Phenomenology:

Edith Stein Gerda Walther Hedwig Conrad-Martius Else Voigtländer Hannah Arendt Margarete Calinich Käte Hamburger Betty Heimann Adelgundis Jaegerschmid Zagorka Mićić Erica Sehl Edith Landmann-Kalisher Gertrud Kuznitsky

We can also extend to later figures:

Simone Weil Simone de Beauvoir

http://nasepblog.ophen.org/…/cfp-pragmatism-and-phenomeno…/…