[Though the weapons are slim pickings on this goddamned ship, Trevor still manages to find a few items that might be of use and can be blessed. He heads over to the chapel after relieving the communal wardrobe of a few shoelaces. This, coupled with a glass of water, should do in a pinch.
He pokes his head inside, looking around for the one called Father John. Trevor doesn't like priests in general but this one was strangely helpful and he's not going to question why too hard: he likes his privacy, same as anyone else.]
[ Even if he's not performing Mass, John still visits the chapel daily to read through what would be the day's liturgy and meditate on it, and that's what he's up to when Trevor finds him. ]
[ He'd been anticipating the horns of this particular dilemma, but that doesn't make it any more fun. ]
I don't mind. But, uh ... I hope that—I hope you understand what you're in for, if you decide to pursue your—to continue to pursue your vocation, so to speak.
The door will open on its own and, well, even if the vampire fiction genre didn't take off in his world, one cannot ignore the pure gothic quality to the interior of Dracula's room. For one, it's massive: two floors, with books along all the sides and a central area of open air. Off on one side, there's a fireplace and a large chair and a lounge. To the other there is a work area, where Dracula is seated at the moment.
John enters cautiously, looking around with increasing admiration. There's
something about the aesthetic that appeals to him on an instinctual level;
something of the cloister library, perhaps. When he sees Dracula, his
expression sobers, and he makes his way across the room with his hands in
his cardigan pockets.
"Looking quite sober, hmm?" he says as he stands up and offers a quick dip of his head in greeting. Before anything else, though, he will gesture to a nearby chair and ask-
Oh—Kirei, hello. I was—I wanted to talk to you anyway.
I'm all right. I mean, for certain values of "all right".
Obviously I owe Dorian no end of apologies, but I wanted to apologize to
you as well for making such a—such a disaster of things. In the chapel, of
all places.
You don't have to apologize to me. [Adamant.] The chapel is my responsibility, so if something happens there, it's my fault. So I owe you an apology as well.
[Because he's been enjoying your disgrace. And feels bad. Or rather knows he should feel bad.]
Xie Lian has—I'm to stay out of the chapel for a while, until things cool
down. So I won't be doing Mass or daily devotions. I—I don't object. It
seemed only fair.
Ah, that was one of the things I wanted to talk to you about. I agree that it's a good idea for you to stay out of the chapel. I can do Mass and daily devotions in the meantime, but I don't want you to feel unable to practice your faith. I think that would be cruel. Would you like me to come by and bring you Holy Communion on Sunday?
Apparently the Admiral is suggesting B expand his social circle, since this is the second inmate in a row he's never actually met. It's probably for the best, since this is somebody who it seems like he could stand to have a chat with anyhow.
So he shows up at the chapel in the evening after the pairings, hoping the guy is still working here even after his... little fire incident. He doesn't come into the chapel a lot, really. If he's not there, he'll start expanding his range.
But wherever he finds the guy, he offers a little smile. "Hey. I'm B. Guess we're working together this month."
B finds John not long after he's coming out of the chapel from the
evening's cleaning work. His black clerical shirt is rumpled and there's a
damp patch on the knee of his jeans where he'd accidentally knelt in some
water. But he greets B with a smile and after wiping off his hands on a
clean handkerchief, offers his hand to shake.
B takes the hand, gives a good shake, not too strong and not too loose. He's gotten better at that since his last stint on this ship. "Nice to meet you to, man. You on your way somewhere? I can walk with you."
"Well, I at least know who you are, yeah," B allows with half a smile, not a mean one, maybe a little rueful. He motions for John to lead the way, and falls in beside him. "Not gonna hold it against you unless you're planning on making a habit of it, for shits and giggles, or something."
Fun fact: there is no usual protocol. The Admiral has a relatively laissez-faire approach to these sort of things.
I do have your file, though. So perhaps our first official meeting could be the two of us meeting up for drinks? That way when I give your file a little look over, I don't have to bother you incessantly for questions.
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Let's break this in with a Spam - Chapel post, shall we?
Date: 22/11/2021 05:44 (UTC)He pokes his head inside, looking around for the one called Father John. Trevor doesn't like priests in general but this one was strangely helpful and he's not going to question why too hard: he likes his privacy, same as anyone else.]
Hey. Priest - ? John?
Let's do!
Date: 24/11/2021 16:32 (UTC)[ Even if he's not performing Mass, John still visits the chapel daily to read through what would be the day's liturgy and meditate on it, and that's what he's up to when Trevor finds him. ]
Oh—hi there. How's it going?
Re: Let's do!
Date: 24/11/2021 16:45 (UTC)[He walks in and sits down across from John, pulling out the item she brought with him]
I need you to bless this water, if you don't mind.
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Date: 30/11/2021 15:00 (UTC)[ He'd been anticipating the horns of this particular dilemma, but that doesn't make it any more fun. ]
I don't mind. But, uh ... I hope that—I hope you understand what you're in for, if you decide to pursue your—to continue to pursue your vocation, so to speak.
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Date: 30/11/2021 15:06 (UTC)Yeah. I understand.
So let's just get with the blessings, all right?
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Date: 04/01/2022 22:29 (UTC)My home, and my ear, are welcome to you.
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Date: 05/01/2022 00:58 (UTC)There's no response, but some hours later (after John has talked to Xie Lian), there's a knock at Dracula's door.
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Date: 05/01/2022 04:56 (UTC)John enters cautiously, looking around with increasing admiration. There's something about the aesthetic that appeals to him on an instinctual level; something of the cloister library, perhaps. When he sees Dracula, his expression sobers, and he makes his way across the room with his hands in his cardigan pockets.
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Date: 06/01/2022 04:58 (UTC)"How are you?"
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Date: 05/01/2022 19:47 (UTC)... [softly, trying to be kind.] Are you all right?
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Date: 05/01/2022 20:50 (UTC)Oh—Kirei, hello. I was—I wanted to talk to you anyway.
I'm all right. I mean, for certain values of "all right".
Obviously I owe Dorian no end of apologies, but I wanted to apologize to you as well for making such a—such a disaster of things. In the chapel, of all places.
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Date: 05/01/2022 21:45 (UTC)[Because he's been enjoying your disgrace. And feels bad. Or rather knows he should feel bad.]
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Date: 06/01/2022 02:50 (UTC)No—no—I should have ...
I should have known better. That's all.
Xie Lian has—I'm to stay out of the chapel for a while, until things cool down. So I won't be doing Mass or daily devotions. I—I don't object. It seemed only fair.
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Date: 16/01/2022 08:23 (UTC)So he shows up at the chapel in the evening after the pairings, hoping the guy is still working here even after his... little fire incident. He doesn't come into the chapel a lot, really. If he's not there, he'll start expanding his range.
But wherever he finds the guy, he offers a little smile. "Hey. I'm B. Guess we're working together this month."
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Date: 18/01/2022 18:51 (UTC)B finds John not long after he's coming out of the chapel from the evening's cleaning work. His black clerical shirt is rumpled and there's a damp patch on the knee of his jeans where he'd accidentally knelt in some water. But he greets B with a smile and after wiping off his hands on a clean handkerchief, offers his hand to shake.
"John Pruitt. Pleasure to meet you."
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Date: 19/01/2022 22:51 (UTC)John's own handshake is a little lighter than it was before Trevor ... did what he did. Not that B is in a position to know that.
"Just headed back to my cabin," he says. "Won't turn down the company, if you like. I, uh, I guess my reputation precedes me a bit, now."
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Date: 17/10/2022 00:33 (UTC)[ and guess who's MIFFED that he can't fuck John now ]
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Date: 17/10/2022 19:33 (UTC)Dorian, well, uh ... Yes. Here we are.
What's the usual protocol?
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Date: 17/10/2022 21:49 (UTC)I do have your file, though. So perhaps our first official meeting could be the two of us meeting up for drinks? That way when I give your file a little look over, I don't have to bother you incessantly for questions.
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Date: 27/10/2022 14:49 (UTC)A—all right. Sure. That's ... just let me know when you're ready, I guess. I don't have any pressing conflicts.
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