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Who: Brendig, priest of the Twelve Point Divinity, and YOU.

What: Just an afternoon at the Mog Hill Divinity Temple

Where: Twelve Point Divinity Temple, near Votarysgate.

When: Newdi ~~Monday~~. If anyone wants to come along later, just put the date in the comment subject.

Notes: There's an OOC post for all your discussion needs.

From the outside, the Mog Hill Temple is a unprepossessing building with a plain wood door and walls clean of graffiti or signs. Upon entering the building, there is a wide, airy hallway with a lone, elderly man sitting in front of a shoerack and a collection of pillows. A sign reminds visitors to ensure their shoes are clean or to leave them behind and that cushions can be borrowed so worshippers can sit in comfort in front of their alcove of choice.

The centre of the building itself is a rectangular room made of unpainted sandstone ringed by twelve, equal sized recesses in the walls, each one containing a symbol of a different god: a collection of parrot feathers in a handthrown clay vase, a mirror, a black stone bowl with a collection of badger's teeth, a decorated katara resting on a patch of lion's skin, a golden ram's horn wrapped in pale blue silk, an almost organic looking metalwork tree, an empty alcove, a dish of candy, an unusually large dragonfly wing suspended in midair, a blue glass bottle filled with some sort of liquid, a banana leaf bowl of rice, and an obsidian knife. On the floor in front of each recess, there is a collection of offerings: incense, votives, and various other items as preferred by that specific deity.

Threaded | Flat

The voyage on the boat had left Nazca a bit oddly shaken. She tucked that down and away - showing uncertainty was weakness, and she was in a position where weakness could be very dangerous indeed.

The upshot, however, seemed to be that she wasn't going to be leaving Baedal for the forseeable future. And if that was the case, she'd resume systematically exploring. In the meantime, it would do to pay respects to the gods; the Twelve didn't have the names she expected, but that was no reason to disrespect them.

Nazca sheds her boots, and enters with a small sack of coins. She hasn't much in the way of capital yet, but one doesn't visit a new god empty-handed. She figures beginning with all twelve at once would be prudent; once she knew more, and could determine who was who, she could be slightly more specific.

Cassandra didn't say much on the journey to the temple. For the most part, she stood beside Sebastian and pretended to be very interested in the pattern of the clouds in the sky. The truth was that she wasn't sure how comfortable she felt with this particular party. Sebastian she liked well enough, and Ianto too, even if she had to get to know him all over again (for the third time). As for Apollo...well...she still didn't know where the two of them stood and could only hope to avoid any kind of display in public with him. And Jack...

Well...

Cassandra wasn't sure she had the energy to go in for a third round with him.

When they arrived at the temple, Cassandra was completely underwhelmed. Really? This was a temple? A temple? Everything about it seemed so...ordinary. She wondered what kind of gods these people could worship. What kind of gods didn't exalt in luxury and beauty and grandeur? A kind she needed to know more about, that much was certain.

"Well," she said quietly, looking at the others (avoiding eye contact with two in particular). "This is it..."

Nothing pleases Rachel quite like reliability.

Sebastian had told her, before, that he'd call to arrange a meeting at the temple. He'd done just that this morning, and she'd agreed to meet him here in the afternoon. She was delighted that he'd followed through and pleased that she wouldn't have to come to the temple alone.

Just before the agreed-upon time she approaches the temple, studying it with a curious eye. She's Catholic, so her first thoughts of houses of worship are cathedrals, large and rather opulent places. This... doesn't look like that. But she knows every faith has their own ways and no one way is any more valid than any other.

Maybe, in such a modest setting, there's more faith to be found, less show for its own sake.

She lingers outside, watching people come and go.

Side Trip: Coardi Evening

Cassandra, Sebastian, Apollo, Ianto, and Jack

Rachel and Sebastian, Misdi afternoon