[When Saint-Germain enters the study, he'll find Piety waiting in the chair by the fire, tea already set on the little table before them. The god stands as he's joined and gestures to the open seat.]
Thank you for reaching out to me, please make yourself comfortable.
I appreciate the invitation, unspoken though it may be.
[count saint-germain will enter and neatly bend at the waist in acknowledgment to the god before him, and move to take the offered seat. he's very happy that there's tea already here, nice.]
It seemed fitting that we would best make ourselves acquainted, given that our lots have been thrown in together.
To receive thanks from a god... I cannot say that I am familiar with the feeling, when my life has often practiced such in reverse.
I am humbled, and you are quite welcome.
[though at the same time - ]
It is normally a rare occasion where I am surprised - however I possess an odd feeling that it shall grow more common in time. Am I right in assuming that this will hardly be a traditional spiritual encounter?
[When Count Saint-Germain enters the study, Piety is in their usual spot, though their body language suggests a measure of exhaustion. They readjust, straightening against the back of the chair and folding their hands in their lap.]
I'm sorry if I made you wait at all; how may I help you?
Oh, no, please, there's no need to apologize. I'm always happy to help in any way I can, at any time at all.
[AND SO WE DOTH DECREED...]
Tomorrow is intended as a day of reflection, I suppose for us as well as everyone else. Our doors are always open for anyone who wishes to call upon us.
[When Saint-Germain enters the beauty salon, he'll find that the iced coffee is half-finished. But... with the mask on, Ambition can't exactly finish the whole thing. That'll get done once he leaves.]
You're seriously praying to all of us? Can I expect offerings like this all the time?
[Indicating the coffee ... the cucumber mask isn't brought up, for now.]
[Fortune is waiting for him in the fortune-teller's den, shuffling a deck of tarot cards. As he walks in, the god slides The World card into the deck, then gestures for Saint-Germain to take a seat at the low table.
The cup of green tea is totally empty. Apparently it was well enjoyed.]
[When Sanchan enters the dance studio he'll find Love seated in a chair that's been summoned from somewhere, teacup held between both hands and perched on the edge of their seat.]
Cute aesthetics. It's really well-suited. [They gesture to a chair that's opposite of them.] Hi, Saint-Germain-san.
[In the armory, Saint-Germain will find Cunning spinning the dagger around between their fingers, occasionally flinging it at a doorway and going to retrieve it. Upon hearing the older gentleman approach the dagger stops flying around and Cunning gives him a once-over.]
[Saint-Germain enters the parlor and he'll find that there's a lovely little spread of tea and cakes on a table for the two of them to share. A fresh vase of roses sits on a table nearby and a sweet smell fills the air. Beauty's sitting in a chair facing the door, waiting eagerly before extending a hand.]
[In the game room, Saint-Germain will find that Merriment is perched up on a billiard table and seems to be playing with the dice. The tea's untouched at the moment because there's a mask in the way, but the dice roll on the table before the god swipes them up again.]
Hey. I don't think I've ever had this kind of tea before. [It's not really a bad thing, just an observation. Come on in, Sanchan.]
[When Count Saint-Germain enters the pool, Indulgence is lounging back on an elaborate deck chair, one leg crossed over the other. He pats his stomach, sucking on his teeth beneath the mask.]
Gotta admit, that was some good grub. You host a lot of fancy dinner parties or something? You look like the type.
[Across from him, a hand reaches down and picks up the watch that's been placed in the offering bowl. Small fingers grasp it delicately, and Justice stares down at its face.]
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WEEK 0
Thank you for reaching out to me, please make yourself comfortable.
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[count saint-germain will enter and neatly bend at the waist in acknowledgment to the god before him, and move to take the offered seat. he's very happy that there's tea already here, nice.]
It seemed fitting that we would best make ourselves acquainted, given that our lots have been thrown in together.
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[Piety's voice is soft and effeminate, but spoken with a gentle sort of firmness.]
I can't thank you enough for choosing me, even if it's just for now. Every bit of support means more than I can express.
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I am humbled, and you are quite welcome.
[though at the same time - ]
It is normally a rare occasion where I am surprised - however I possess an odd feeling that it shall grow more common in time. Am I right in assuming that this will hardly be a traditional spiritual encounter?
WEEK 1 (POST-TRIAL)
I'm sorry if I made you wait at all; how may I help you?
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You have had a very exhausting time, I imagine. I apologize for calling upon you once more.
I wonder - do gods have a day to rest? Might that be tomorrow's intention?
[ON THE 7TH DAY GOD RESTED ETC ETC]
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[AND SO WE DOTH DECREED...]
Tomorrow is intended as a day of reflection, I suppose for us as well as everyone else. Our doors are always open for anyone who wishes to call upon us.
WEEK 2
You're seriously praying to all of us? Can I expect offerings like this all the time?
[Indicating the coffee ... the cucumber mask isn't brought up, for now.]
WEEK 2
The cup of green tea is totally empty. Apparently it was well enjoyed.]
Come in.
WEEK 2, MONDAY
Cute aesthetics. It's really well-suited. [They gesture to a chair that's opposite of them.] Hi, Saint-Germain-san.
WEEK 2, MONDAY
Funny how these things keep coming back to me.
WEEK 2, MONDAY
Welcome, Saint-san. [Why.] Please come in.
WEEK 2, MONDAY
Hey. I don't think I've ever had this kind of tea before. [It's not really a bad thing, just an observation. Come on in, Sanchan.]
WEEK 2
Gotta admit, that was some good grub. You host a lot of fancy dinner parties or something? You look like the type.
WEEK 2
Is this okay to give me? Isn't it yours?