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[Action - Good Spirits, early evening]

[Every society, no matter where you go, has a way to get drunk.

Ginia muses on the thought with a faint smile as she sits in Good Spirits, sipping at a milkshake with a few shots of Baileys in it. It's been a strange, long day that's ended with being shot and bleeding out on a run and beginning anew in a strange village with wings. Worse was a lingering feeling she knew the village, somehow, in some strange way. It was impossible, she was sure she would have remembered being here. But the feeling was enough to get her back on her feet, into a clothing store for a fresh set of clothes, to the item store to pick up some supplies, and to Good Spirits.

She sits at a table toward the side, alternating between watching people as they come in and reading the guide provided in the journal. It's an interesting thing, the guide, and she takes her time memorizing information.

Later in the evening, she ventures out with some questions on the journal.]

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It's an interesting thing, the journals. Written messages, audio messages, being able to address everyone as a whole, talk to individuals, send private messages, never runs out of pages, and looks like any regular sort of book. Tidy bit of technology, or magic I suppose. I like the guide too, very well-written and informative, my thanks to the author.

Anything else a New Feather should know about? The little local sorts of things. Legends, stories, suggested dishes to try at the restaurants, the dos and don'ts, those sorts of things. Give me your best. I have time.

Player Name: Cata
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Ginia Solana
Character Fandom: Original Character

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Yes, although because he was originally going to be a farmer sometimes his mind wanders from things not church related.

I don't think there's harm in letting one's mind wander. One can't focus on work all the time. [Says the workaholic.] Farming is a good profession too.

You see, it was his place to be a farmer. His family was odd, they had four children. Normally, only three is allowed. He was the eldest, so he was going to take on his parent's farm and care for them. [He spills information easily about Abel. His smile still on his face.]

But he signed up when my previous assistant was executed, because the crops were dying or a goat was stolen or something and if you applied, the church would give money to the applicants. Well, he was chosen, I think a sister or something is mad at him because now she is supposed to be the farmer- I really don't care about that because what matters now he works with the church.

[It's the most he's said in one go through their whole conversation and it brings him obvious joy. Always pleasant to see. Ginia jots down a few light notes in the back of her notebook.]

From a farmer of the land to a farmer of men. I think I'd like to meet him sometime, he sounds like an interesting man.

[It does, he could go on all day about the other man.] He is here, which I am so happy about, I really don't know how everything would be without him close by.

As I said earlier, it is good you two are here together. I'm certain it'll make things easier. Friends usually do.

It will, but then again, its his job to be there for me.

Such is the job of an assistant. What does he do, exactly?

Everything I don't? [He blinks as he thinks of what all Abel does.]

He tends to wake up before me, so he gets my breakfast and brings it to me. He does all my food preparation, make sure my clothes are cleaned, shopping, when I go out he stays nearby- like a bodyguard. He answers any questions I have, makes sure I am in the right places at the right time... [Luce keeps on rambling off Abel's chore list. The more it goes on, the more it is obvious Luce is dependent on the man for the most part. Less like an assistant and more like a guardian.]

[Assistant, guardian, caretaker, friend... the lines begin to blend after awhile. Listening to him list off Abel's chores reminds Ginia of a time long ago when she had such a similar list, but instead of being the one rattling off the list, she was the one carrying out all the tasks. She smiles out of an odd sense of nostalgia, but the memory hurts a little too.]

Sounds like a busy man. When does he find time to sleep?

Probably when I am locked in for the night. [He says this so easily. He notices how her smile seems a bit odd, different. And he can't quite place it.]

Locked in?

The Church did not want me leaving without whomever was my assistant, thusly locked up. I liked the room, good view of some trees and a garden. [He doens't seem concerned about this at all. As if it were normal, because to him it was.]

[He may not be concerned because he's used to it, but the idea unsettles Ginia. She gives him a good look over, trying to place his age.]

How old are you?

34. [After all, the Church is only doing it for his own good. What if he went off and some rebel decided to kill him? An easily preventable thing.] And yourself?

37. [Exactly 37 years and six months if she wanted to be accurate. Funny how deaths work out like that.]

Have you always been locked up?

[He nods as he stores that. 37? People age well here.] Correct, after all, The Church needs its Judge alive.

It seems there are other ways than locking you up at night. [Her mind goes to a girl of sixteen and her story of how every night everyone had to go back to their dorms and the doors were locked and wouldn't open again until the morning. Curfew, she said, and for their safety. The safety of locked doors, monitored rooms, and armed guards patrolling the halls.]

Is there only one Judge? You?

They don't trust other people. [He says this with a wave of his hand.] And yes, from what I can understand I am the only Judge that has been.

Seems like a lot of pressure, being the only Judge.

Its my duty to the faith. If I work hard at it, I will have moved up into my next life. You see, its good to have a goal.

That I understand, having a goal. It gives you direction in your life.

[She shouldn't care, it's not her business, he's a stranger, he has his own friend or assistant helping him here, it's not her business, she doesn't need to ask...]

Are you treated well?

By the Church? Of course. Abel makes sure of it. [For other people, they might have gotten suspicious. Luce on the other hand sees it as an honest question.]

[Ginia makes a mental note to talk to Abel later even as she mentally kicks herself for getting involved in someone else's business.]

What do you do as Judge?

The Judge of the Faith of Sancia. [He says his full title.] I do exactly as it says, the church has laws it has to follow, and I ensure they are followed. [After all, it isn't too hard to fall into line. He should know, he does it.]

Such as decide if something was purposeful or not. [Although at times, the Church decides and said he did. But its the church, it knows better than he does.]

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Action | Running off to sleep but I want to say I'm really enjoying this thread!

Action | I am glad! I am having a lot of fun too. Sleep well and sweet dreams!

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