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WELCOME POTLUCK

Greetings, residents! Those more observant sorts among you may have noticed a large influx of very crowded ferries. In order to welcome our new residents en masse, Town Hall is holding a potluck in Town Square. Please bring a dish if you are able and make a new friend!

All of our newest arrivals need only bring themselves. We look forward to welcoming you all into our community, and may your lanterns always be lit.

This event is open to all! In light of our new influx of prospective players following the Great Sail Migration, we've decided to offer a small public event to tide everyone over until the TDM this weekend.

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[lovethyneighb_or]

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Mulcahy wonders if, somehow—just, somehow, by the same indescribable forces of luck and chance that have been so present in his life these last many years, and despite the entirely Victorian nature of the town—he has ended up on the opposite side of the line.

But frankly, he never believed in the war anyway, and far be it from him to reject such earnest hospitality. Very earnest hospitality.

“Oh! Why, yes! What is it, cod?”

[restingslasherface]

"There is also crab!" Jean indicates the Crab In Question, quite delighted that the new faces seem enthused about sushi. They Are Going To Get A Good Grade In Citizen. "Agent Jean, comrade, First Mate aboard the fishing vessel Mipha's Grace under Captain Zelda. This is, hahaha, hahahahahah, HAHAHAHA wow that is getting worse, ahem, this is our catch!"

[lovethyneighb_or]

.................... Nonspecific, thank you!

"... I see!" Mulcahy will politely take a piece of sushi and inspect it carefully to see if anything moves. Failing that, down the hatch it goes!

[restingslasherface]

It is, in fact, perfectly normal sushi! It's even pretty good, if a bit towards the 'street vendor' school of cooking (the paradigm in which Jean is familiar with sushi).

The nugget continues to Vibrate.

[lovethyneighb_or]

"Mmm--mm!" Street vendor or not, it's some of the best he's had in ages! Coming from years of canned English Village food and only a month of highly limited cruise ship buffet, and knowing what eating in the Army in the 1950s is like, this is downright delectable. Korea had plenty of fish, but fresh fish!

"How wonderful!" he exclaims. "If this were any fresher I'd worry about it wriggling in my mouth! Of course, wait too long, and I'd still be worrying the same." A short laugh. "This is lovely. Thank you, ah, Agent Jean. I'm Francis John Patrick Mulcahy, but you can simply call me Father Mulcahy. I'm a Catholic priest. I suppose there aren't too many Christians around here, are there?"

[restingslasherface]

The good father's question puts a distant look on Jean's face, one of someone thinking hard and in depth. Their voice is a bit lower in that vague way people get when they're walking through the process: "Christians, those who profess a belief in Christ, from the English. Derived from christanus, from the Latin, and christianos, the Greek, root word Christos - 'anointed' - again from the Greek..."

They look up and blink. "I'm not sure! My apologies, Father, I'm very uneducated on matters of theology."

[lovethyneighb_or]

... Holy cow! This one is one clever son of a gun.

"Why, that's quite alright; that sort of thing is what I'm here for. You've proven yourself quite learned with a very strong deductive skill already."

This does tell him that Jean is generally unfamiliar with Christians beyond their mention in text, though, which is an interesting note. And that they're from some kind of Earth. Perhaps? Not surprising in the least, but something to keep in mind.

"I'm sure I'll find them eventually, if they are here." Not like he isn't already thinking about going to get a shrine established somewhere. "I have another question though. Is there anyone here trained in silversmithy?"

[restingslasherface]

"I also do not know this, but I have an idea who will!" Jean points at that table over there. "Comrade la Croix inquires after silver quite a bit, Father. I have no idea what she uses it for, but she buys both pure and tarnished." They kinda scuff their toe against the ground. "...I'm no investigator, Father, but I did work with languages quite a lot. It's been far more relevant than I thought it might be!"

[lovethyneighb_or]

He glances over to a red-headed, work-minded elf. He’ll bear that in mind; it’s an easy face to remember.

“I see!” So that etymological know-how was specialized as part of their vocation. “If I may ask, what sort of work was that? Were you a translator?”

[restingslasherface]

"I! Was a librarian, hahahaha. Well, an assistant librarian, but still. Relevant duties included extracting and sorting the books, reading and writing reports on their contents, assisting with research utilizing them, and of course slaying the Guests in battle..."

They blink. "Wait! Remembered that's not normal! Sorry! I'm just very excited!"

[lovethyneighb_or]

Somewhere, he can feel the entire 4077th twitch.

“… I would like to know more, but perhaps you should tell me about it some time,” he concedes, with a gentle smile and a nod. “I’m not sure a potluck is the best place to go into detail about such things. But as for myself… before I was on that torturous prison ship, I was drafted in the Army, in a mobile hospital. And before that, I was a hospital chaplain. I make it my duty to see to the wounded and the sick.”

[restingslasherface]

"Chaplain..." In all senses but the literal math equations are going around Jean's head. "Oh! Oh wow. That...must have been difficult work, Father. But good work."

[lovethyneighb_or]

It’s certainly something to watch which words Jean trips over. He’d comfortably chalk it up to any amount of your typical culture differences, but the whole thing about a library assistant slaying its patrons as a matter of duty has him… reticent.

He bows his head slightly. “Thank you. But it’s simply where I’m needed. There’s no shame in cloistering oneself with books and study, they do very important work themselves. But for me, it… only felt right to go straight to where I could help.”

A pause. “Here, I’d like to do the same, only I think my services won’t be needed that often… I’ll have to see what else I can do for a job instead. I’m only very good at being a priest.”

[restingslasherface]

"I confess, my...previous life's experience with priests gave a lot of, hahaha, ha...a lot of reason for caution." Religion in the Backstreets, not even once. "But the situation here has seemed quite different, both for the faithful and for the managerial entities identified as gods. The people miss their old priest, who was...murdered. You may be more needed than you think."