unknownseas | WEEK 1

Happy New Year! ... You're still here. Looks like The Captain wasn't lying when he said the murdering is now up to you. That, or you can all live here on your own. Regardless, it's time to settle in. The days start passing much less eventfully after that first one, and, well... on it goes, huh?

There might not be a whole cruise ship to explore just yet, but there are a variety of amenities available to all of you! Who ever heard of a boring cruise ship, anyway? As the week goes on, you might even start to see some of those strange coins appear for you!

Better buckle down and get to know your fellow passengers, though, if you want to stand a chance of weathering this storm.

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[Holy shit is that fucking chocolate]

Mister Constantine, what would you be willing to trade for the candies? I do not have much but some of the strange coin machine items.

[She has an extra corkboard...?]

Don't bother with that 'mister' stuff. Just Constantine's fine.

[He glances between Flayn's (presumably) enthusiastic expression, then down to the box of chocolates on the table.]

Y'know what? You can just have 'em. Not really a huge fan of chocolate, anyways.

[Oh yes it is very enthusiastic, it cannot be restrained.]

Are you certain? Rest assured I shall not forget your kindness!

[She is taking those and opening them and ooooooo, those eyes just went so wide.]

Wow...oh, wow, this really is chocolate, isn't it?

[Constantine looks a little uncomfortable at Flayn complimenting his kindness, but it passes quickly enough.]

Eh. It's not like it cost me anything, anyways.

[He rubs the back of his neck, squinting down at the box.]

Your brother must've been a hard-ass if he didn't even let you eat chocolate. If you hadn't told me you lived in a monastery, I'd be half convinced you just lived in an empty room all your life.

[And, just to be cheeky, he sneaks a hand in and takes one of the dark chocolate ones.]

Oh, no no no, I am sure that if it were available to him, and were it a special occasion, he would have gotten me some. [Seteth would move heaven and earth if she asked for it, but to be honest, that's a little frivolous.] It was simply not something to be found very often, and when it was, usually it was donated to the monastery by nobles, and reserved for the cooks to make desserts for everyone to share.

[She knows what chocolate cake is, after all. And she doesn't mind that Constantine takes one, they are his after all.]

Fodlan is not in the right part of the world to grow the...the beans? I think chocolate is made from beans.

[Just gonna take one of these and take a tiny bite and holy cow that one has caramel in it!]

Yeah, s'made from cacao beans. Tropical, usually. Just don't go eatin' them all at once--that's a one-way ticket to a stomachache.

[But he tucks that little bit of information in his brain for later! Fodlan, huh....

Constantine bites the chocolate whole and leans against the table for support. The corner of his mouth curls upwards ever so slightly--it's nice to see someone else so enthused about this.]

I have to ask--what religion did your monastery follow, anyways?

I think I told you before - it was the Church of Seiros, so we follow the doctrine of Seiros.

[Self-explanatory, really.]

You said you had not heard of it before.

Right, right--I know that.

[He waves his hand dismissively.]

But say I was just some bloke looking to convert or somethin'. What's the pitch? What's Seiros gonna do for me, hm? Smite my enemies? Give me a roof over my head?

[She tilts her head a little, perhaps a touch uncomfortable with what he's proposing. This would be like trying to convert someone, wouldn't it? That's it's whole own can of worms.]

Seiros herself is simply the one who acted as the will of the Goddess of Fodlan. Those who follow her, follow the Goddess, and in doing so the people are promised love, joy, and peace in their lives, as well as a place in the Goddess's kingdom above in death. It is naturally more complicated than that, of course.

Huh. Sounds far more pleasant than half of the religions in my world.

[AKA, Constantine can't take a good thing at face value and he's half expecting this to secretly be a death cult or something, but he'll ignore that for now.

He takes another chocolate--one topped in coconut flakes--and pops it into his mouth.]

And how has that worked out for you? Has she delivered on that promise of love in your life?

[He winks.]

Well, that is the main idea of the belief...when things get more detailed, they become complicated. And people have used the names of Seiros and the Goddess to do not so pleasant things as well.

[For example, Seiros herself did a whole lot of things in the name of herself that are actually horrifying and sad and terrible!]

For me? Hm...I have the familial love of my brother, and the love of my dear friends and comrades...so I would say yes.

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