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Faith and Fate
Characters: Mojo and Wren
Setting: Spiritual room, late afternoon
After her morning spent with the survey and a handful of back-and-forth comments with the others, Mojo had thrown herself together in a slapdash fashion, pulling on clothes and tying her hair back before heading out for some proper exploration. She’d taken her time with it, rooting around the common areas aside from the library, mindful of the visits or whatever they were going on inside.
But there was plenty to check out even without the library, and Mojo managed to fritter away more time than she would’ve guessed at just learning the place and what had been provided for them here. Finding the spiritual room nearly last, she’d decided to linger here for a bit, basking in the silence before Mojo set herself to work gathering candles. They were simple things, obviously meant for the many different faiths that had observances marked by lighting one, but there were so many of them that she figured no one would miss one or two. Or a dozen.
( Enter the Prophet )
Setting: Spiritual room, late afternoon
After her morning spent with the survey and a handful of back-and-forth comments with the others, Mojo had thrown herself together in a slapdash fashion, pulling on clothes and tying her hair back before heading out for some proper exploration. She’d taken her time with it, rooting around the common areas aside from the library, mindful of the visits or whatever they were going on inside.
But there was plenty to check out even without the library, and Mojo managed to fritter away more time than she would’ve guessed at just learning the place and what had been provided for them here. Finding the spiritual room nearly last, she’d decided to linger here for a bit, basking in the silence before Mojo set herself to work gathering candles. They were simple things, obviously meant for the many different faiths that had observances marked by lighting one, but there were so many of them that she figured no one would miss one or two. Or a dozen.
( Enter the Prophet )