dropoffs | ROLE — CELEBRANT 🪦

CELEBRANT

welcome, crewmate LUCIEN TAVELLE.

On TUESDAY morning after a day having landed on the new planet, then the new amenities to the ship, Lucien will hear a familiar notification ringing from his I.R.I.S. It takes one look, one gesture, and a black message screen displays in a cascade.

It is a request. One easy to ignore if you close your eyes and turn away.

I hope this message finds you well, Mister Tavelle. It would be a lie to say some curiosity isn't part of why I'm going to ask this question. Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in God? ... What if I told you we could possibly talk to lost souls? We could bring them closure. Or perhaps those still breathing can find closure. If what you read interests you, come to the church. I'll open the gate for you.

AMALTHEA

Lucien receives a map, leading him to a locked gate. Air decompresses as the lock unwinds, then quietly the doors open just for him. Beyond, he will see a single open location—the church.

With a green-white glow coming from this room, it almost seems like the complete opposite of a place one would go for spiritual peace. Large stained glass windows cover the walls, depicting scenes of hands coming together, intertwined with vine-like structures, and groups of humanoid figures happily reveling with one another. Rows of pews are lined up facing the dais where there is no altar, but rather, a podium.

There he finds Amalthea gazing upon the stained glass... Perhaps they're mesmerized, but they notice him. Their aura is welcoming yet eerie, but Lucien is here anyway, "Good morning. I'm glad to see this is your choice. Shall we begin?"

RULES

As the crewmate responsible for the Celebrant role, Lucien is expected to follow a few rules:

1. For now, keep your new designation a secret. Should this designation be shared with anyone without prior authorization, consequences and termination of position are possible. This can be revisited at a later date.
2. If you distribute any information acquired, it must be done anonymously or without referencing the source. This can be revisited at a later date.
3. The Celebrant will meet with Amalthea weekly on FRIDAY when it's convenient for all parties involved to perform a seance. This will allow the Celebrant to communicate with a lost soul.
4. They may communicate with the ghost summoned at the seance for a total of 3 questions, though this number may increase with prolonged practice. The Celebrant, however, may not pick the same person that they spoke to the week prior. There is also no guarantee that they will receive a clear answer.
5. Post-seance, the Celebrant will suffer rather terrible headaches and mild hallucinations for the rest of FRIDAY, after the seance.
6. ~~As a note, the church is currently inaccessible to the public! Lucien may only access it with Amalthea present, so it cannot be used as a location for your PCs.~~ Church is public now, oops.

LOCATIONS

MURDER

COMMS

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ COOL BEANS. ]

Right. Well, let's avoid that.

Yes. I would rather not find a replacement for you.

[ Which... Hm. ]

Have you been feeling lonely with all this knowledge?

I don't get lonely.

[ wow. okay edgelord. ]

[ ok well she doesn't really buy it especially if he gives off the vibe like his icon ]

Here I thought to allow you to have one confidant, but it can simply be to the two of us in this church. Our little secret.

[ it is exactly the vibe of his icon. ]

A confidant.

A companion you can trust.

[ So he can be a little less lonely in his responsibilities. ]

Do I trust anyone here?

[ rude. ]

Isn't that you?

I wasn't a choice you made. You are mine.

[ Not in a rude way, or a way of ownership, but the truth of the matter was that she reached out to him. She chose him. ]

As witnesses of fate, choice can seem like an illusion, but they are owned. They belong... And a choice in confidant should belong to you.

[ there is something about that that gives him pause, tilting his chin down as he leans on the podium, looking her up and down. the skin shivers and opens to red eyes again, and one of his hands tightens - the fingers twitching in seemingly without meaning to.

its true that he's always been a choice someone - or something - else has made. fate, the somnovem, the nein. ]

... Alright. Can they come to this place? Or I simply tell them?

[ She stays standing there at the aisle, not approaching. She is content being below and looking up at him. ]

You can tell them of your work and what you learn, but for now you cannot bring them here. This section of the ship is still under maintenance... And I wouldn't want for accidents.

For my privacy, I ask you to mask my personal involvement. You can tell them someone is helping you, but not that it's me.

Alright.

[ doing a little pace around the dais. ]

Throné, then.

[ A nod. ]

Then your three questions for Mister Viktor... What did you have in mind?

[ He isn't obligated to tell him, but she's curious to know. ]

[ he will, at this point, come sit down on the edge of the dias, leaning on his hand with his elbow on his thigh. ]

I can see the obvious. They're somehow sending some messages through that HER-MES system, though whether it's intentional or not seems ...

[ less obvious. ]

I suppose at least the one if there's anything left to say.

I've seen those messages as well... It is hard to discern if they are purposeful and directly from our deceased. HER-MES has been studied to pick up not only present emotions, but lingering emotions which includes those who have passed. Still, I'm hopeful.

[ But also because she's inclined to believe in the supernatural. ]

... And are you hopeful to hear something specific come from his mouth, Mister Tavelle?

Oh, sure, aye. We'll start with some profuse apologies for offing it and leaving me here alone with the rest of this madhouse and see where it goes from there.

Did you two make a promise?

No.

[ but he still thinks he should apologize :/ ]

That's a shame... But I suppose that means you would not need to be bound. A promise is as much of a shackle as it is an oath.

How would you like him to apologize?

I've made promises before. Never worked out for me. No one in this world can promise you anything - neither loyalty nor gold. You can enchant promissory notes and abandon friends as quickly as make them.

[ okay, lucien you drama queen. ]

Don't know. Don't know that I'm willing to accept anything regardless.

[ HE REALLY IS SO DRAMATIC and she's okay with that. ]

It sounds like you've lived your life full of disappointment. That's tragic... Does that mean you would not be willing to make a promise with me?

Mm.

[ `a tragedy not of your own making. not yet, anyway.` vess derogna had said, once. before he started making his own tragedies. ]

What promise would that be?

What kind of promise would a witch and an esteemed celebrant make, I wonder?

[ What kind of tales would they have? ]

I can't imagine saying my devotional support during our stay on the Eudora is very enticing... And I cannot promise I will survive this tour, either.

However, I wish for you to never feel alone. What a difficult place I'm in...

Not the first accord I've had with a witch.

[ though he liked that one a little less than this one. despite her title, despite her strange nature - there's something he finds honest about her. ]

You think it's likely you'll die?

[ Placing a hand on her chest, her smile falters. ]

Rather than likely, I know it's a possibility.

I'd prefer if you didn't, if it's all the same.

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