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[castrationfist]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Iskaulit
When:

[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

Comments

[castrationfist]

Unorthodox is right. I've never seen offerings like those... Won't the gods get mad? Whoever they are. I don't recognize this kind of a shrine...

[nerdeology]

[Pfft.]

It's not a shrine for gods, it's for seraphim. And I can tell you that one of them is definitely annoyed by the snowglobe.

[castrationfist]

Seraphim? Those Christian angel-monsters?

[nerdeology]

[Add one more person to the list who calls them angels...]

No, not... whatever that is. Though I've heard that plenty of times before.

[castrationfist]

Then, in that case...

Does it refer to you?

[nerdeology]

[L-lucky guess.]

I'm a seraph, yes.

[castrationfist]

[are you sure it's a lucky guess, because she is just radiating smug.]

Ooh... There really are all types here.

[nerdeology]

[Excess confidence is not his favourite thing ever.]

What does that mean?

[castrationfist]

Hm, that's a lady's secret!

[you may not like her much, then, mikleo.]

[nerdeology]

[ALREADY MAKING A GREAT IMPRESSION...]

You can't say something like that and then shrug it off!

[castrationfist]

I can, and I just did!

So, then, Mister Seraph! It's strange to see a spirit maintaining their own shrine, isn't it?

[nerdeology]

[Oh great, it's the Edna he didn't miss. He scowls at her for a moment, then irritably returns to his sewing.]

I don't really maintain it, I'm just helping out with a few of the details. Sorey did most of the construction, and he's the one who takes care of it.

[castrationfist]

Even so, it's still strange. Shrines are the devotion of mortals, so for a spirit to assist... Doesn't that seem a little egocentric?

[nerdeology]

Not really. There's no one here that worships the seraphim- certainly not me specifically.

[And he still doesn't consider what Sorey does to be worship, exactly. Respect, revere, openly commune and cooperate with- Sorey's relationship with the seraphim was unusual even before the Shepherd business went down.]

This is more of a proof of concept, I guess.

[castrationfist]

I see... Well, good luck. If you get more worshipers, you'll likely get better offerings.

[nerdeology]

I'm pretty sure no one's going to convert around here.

[How would one even go about doing that? Hard enough to remind people back home of the seraphim's importance, nevermind convincing someone who doesn't even know what they are.]

[castrationfist]

Well, not with that attitude, they won't!

[nerdeology]

[Okay, that reminds him of Rose. He's too much of a realist to agree with her logic, but...]

You're quite the optimist about something you didn't even know existed a moment ago.

[castrationfist]

Well... Call it the voice of experience, I suppose.

[nerdeology]

The voice of experience? How so?

[castrationfist]

Well, it's a story about thousands of years ago, so it's totally boring. Don't pay it too much mind!

1/3

[nerdeology]

[did you say

a thousand years ago]

...Hold on a minute.

[He carefully sets down his needlework, folding the fabric in a neat pile beside his cushion.]

[nerdeology]

[Then, with a flourishing gesture and a burst of light, he summons a small journal and a well-worn pencil out of nowhere into his now-free hands.]

[nerdeology]

[Finally, he hunkers down and leans, his expression serious and very interested.]

Okay, I'm ready- please, go on.

[castrationfist]

[... she actually starts applauding at that light show, but.]

Didn't you hear me? I said it's boring. Anyway, it's rude to pry into a lady's past, especially before you've even introduced yourself.