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[dangerous_dog]

Is there a priest?

[Bob Saginowski wonders into the feed for a moment, with a long, self-conscious pause. He waits, then he clarifies.]

I mean to a real faith, to something more than Hope or Fear. Is there any kind of a Christian, or a Catholic, or even a, a Rabbi or Imam?

Back home, there was mass every morning at eight am, where you could go, where you could hear something worth believing in.

I'll be-

[Well. He'll have to decide what he'll do, what he'll be, or whether anyone else is invited. But he won't be praying at these altars.]

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[Voice]

[thechoiceisyours]

I'm totally not any of those things, but hey.

[He's been meaning to try to contact Bob, but everything that's been going on has been pretty overwhelming and the thought just kept getting away from him.]

You and Rocco doing okay?

[Or as okay as anyone can be here.]

[Voice]

[dangerous_dog]

Found a house. Found food.

[He agrees, quiet, and grateful.]

What about you?

[Voice]

[thechoiceisyours]

Okay, good. That's good.

Same for me. A few of my friends from home showed up the same day we did, and we all ran into each other.

[Which had been a really good thing overall. At least none of them were here alone.]

[Text]

[amos_moses]

Not that I know of

Grew up Catholic, tho

Know what ya mean

[Text]

[dangerous_dog]

I have been looking for a rosary, or something to use.

[Needless to say, no luck yet.]

[Text]

[amos_moses]

Fraid ya can't have mine

Might need it

[Because Amos always carries his: where he comes from, a holy relic with blessed silver is a potent talisman of protection. It's all but useless here, no doubt, but Amos doesn't intend to let it go.]

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[smited]

I know of no priests here, unfortunately. If you are looking for holy texts to read or hear, however, I know much of the Chant of Light and could write portions of it down for you.

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[dangerous_dog]

Thank you, but that's not the prayer I say.

Do you still need somewhere to have faith?

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[smited]

A chantry or a chapel would be nice, but it's not necessary.

text.

[dangerous_dog]

I think it's close to necessary to me. I might-

text.

[smited]

You might?

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[greywaren]

if you find anything let me know

text

[dangerous_dog]

I think we have to make it ourselves.

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[greywaren]

i'm not a fucking priest

voice.

[recinerate]

What classifies faith as real?

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

What?

voice.

[recinerate]

What are your criteria for defining a faith as real?

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

Something serious.

voice.

[recinerate]

You don't find fear and hope to be serious?

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

Not these clowns, no.

voice.

[recinerate]

I hardly see how their claims are any less ridiculous than any other god.

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

That isn't the conversation we're having now.

voice.

[recinerate]

Isn't it? We seem to be conversing.

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

Not about this, we're not, no.

voice.

[recinerate]

... I think unless your definition of conversing varies wildly from what's commonly acknowledged as such, that is precisely what we're doing right now.

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

And yet.

[Says Bob, with finality. No.]

voice.

[recinerate]

... And yet what?

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

And yet we're not discussing it.

voice.

[recinerate]

Is this a logic puzzle?

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

Did you need anything else?

voice.

[recinerate]

An answer to the question, perhaps?

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

So no, then.

voice.

[recinerate]

No, it's not a logic puzzle?

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

[No, as in Bob doesn't answer.]

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[isacrowd]

I'll keep an eye out. I'm not religious, but my parents were. It'd be nice to have mass to go to.

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[dangerous_dog]

Thanks. It won't be St Dom's or anything, but-

voice.

[baths]

It's been awhile since I've gone, but... being here definitely makes you miss it, huh?

voice.

[dangerous_dog]

I used to attend morning mass. Having it missing from my day-

[And he did go every day.]

-it took me until things were a little settled to be used to it.

[baths]

Yeah, calling this place an adjustment is like, the understatement of the century. That's gotta be really tough though, I'm sorry.

[ and she means it. ]

I'm working on getting used to the food situation. I'm vegan but, uh, tofu doesn't exactly seem easy to come by around here.

[dangerous_dog]

You might have to-

You might have to.

[He's sure she knows.]

It's not a life where you can feel weak from a hunger pang or a protein deficiency.

[baths]

I know. Can't really afford that luxury anymore.

[ it goes beyond veganism though... sam has different, or rather, more reasons for not wanting to eat meat now. ]

My friends and I, we were stuck up on a mountain before that door brought us here. Stuck up there with these — things, and they... ate people. So I'm still not really feeling meat.

[ she stops there because 1. she really doesn't want to elaborate much more than that and 2. she's sure he doesn't want her to elaborate. ]

[dangerous_dog]

The Wendigos?

[Bob guesses. He's heard. Just snatches from Chris on a harried run through the half dark, while limping, bleeding- but nonetheless.]

[baths]

How'd you know? [ she sounds a little relieved, actually. explaining what wendigos are still makes her feel like she's in some weird alternate reality. ]

[dangerous_dog]

Fought my way out of that bad building with Chris.

[He admits, with a little smile.]

Got the shape of it from him, heard he had some friends here.