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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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I should have introduced myself sooner, [Watch as he waves the blame away from Ginia.] it is a pleasure to meet you.

[He blinks, but nods.] Yes, I do. He is in my care. You've ran into him I take it?

[She nods.]

I have. An interesting man, we had a very good conversation. He spoke very fondly of you.

[His brows quirk at that, clearly pleased to hear Luce didn't immediately scare her off.] I'm glad to hear that- he usually only talks to me or other priests. [His smile softens at the edges at that.] Really? Goodness, that is nice to hear. I'd think he'd be tired of me by now.

[Realizing he could read minds put a tense edge onto the conversation and threw her off, but so things went. It was Luceti. She had a hunch there would be far stranger things over the next few days.]

I don't think you give yourself enough credit. He seemed very happy to know you. He didn't really smile until he began talking about ~~his~~ your home world and you.

I am merely his Pontiff. [Polite duck of his head, a smile still present though.] I am happy to hear that though, he rarely gets much choice in who he gets to interact with. He certainly didn't get a chance to pick me out of anyone else.

[She looks down at her notepad and considers some of the things Luce had mentioned in their conversation, things that had bothered her. She knows it isn't her place to pry, but it still unsettles her.]

I must ask, and forgive me for being so forward, but is he treated well?

[Abel pauses uncertainly, stiffening a touch.] Well, that is quite forward...

But, no, not particularly. They don't think he is human. So, he is not worthy of human compassion.

[It's horrible, but she keeps it to himself.]

And I suppose he sees that as normal.

He grew up with them. The Church found him in a empty chapel by the sea, so they took him in. [He says simply back with a frown.] So, yes. He does.

[Ginia bristles slightly if only because it's not an unknown situation to her. In her world, countless kids were raised up in gangs or cults or simply abusive homes, their minds altered by their environment.]

I see. Again, I am sorry for being forward and prying. I realize it is not my business or place to question things.

It is fine, perfectly so. You're curious.

I, as a Priest, am generally not allowed to question things too much. There are penalties for it.

He mentioned some of the penalties in the world. But while you may not question things as a Priest, how about as a person?

If it is in the privacy of your own home, you could be safer. [He shrugs faintly.] The Church is not fond of questions in general.

[A common trend, Ginia notes to herself. The government, the Church, no one ever seems to like too many questions. It stirs things up, makes people think and question their own things, and next thing you know...]

And how about here? Away from the Church?

[Abel has to pause at that uncertainly. He hadn't thought of anything besides looking at everything in Luceti.] Possibly? I hadn't really dwelled on it. I was more interested in this new place.

It certainly is an interesting place, given what the journal has to say about it. [She stops to tap her fingers against the Luceti-offered journal.]

Have you read the guide?

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[Action] I'm sorry for being so slow. DX

[Action] fft, hey no biggie stuff happens 8V

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