PCS WITH CHILDERMASS

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WEEK 0 DAY 1

[robopriest]

[Hey, Childermass. Are you enjoying your time on your lonesome? Do you want a eyepatched priest bothering you? No? Too bad.]

[Hansa looks a little excited.]

Have you seen the kitchen yet?

[atouts]

[ That's right, he doesn't want an eyepatched priest bothering him, but Childermass rarely ever gets what he wants. There's a sigh, and he looks up from what he's doing to eye Hansa. ]

I have. I was in there earlier to make coffee.

[robopriest]

Oh. Great minds think alike.

[COFFEE LOVERS UNITE???]

But anyways. Did you look inside the kitchen? Where they're supposedly making all the food?

[atouts]

[ He just said... ]

I was in the kitchen to make the coffee, so yes, I can say I have indeed looked inside the kitchen.

[robopriest]

....Yes.






So what did you think.

[mister (FRIEND OF) MAGICIAN]

[atouts]

That it's a perfectly normal kitchen once you walk through the door.

[ HELPFUL, RIGHT? ]

[robopriest]

Yes...

[huff!]

You heard the sounds of people cooking in there, right?

WEEK 0 POST TRIAL

[robopriest]

[The arcade! A bright, colorful place! Lights! Action! A drab grumpy magic man!]





[Wait, why is he here.]

Why are you here.

[atouts]

[ A drab, grumpy magic man giving Hansa a most unimpressed look, at that. ]

Mr. Ramuda insisted.

[robopriest]

And you just......gave in.



You.

[atouts]

It helps that the bar is here.

[ Which is where he is sitting, thanks. ]

[robopriest]

You could just leave with the alcohol. Last I checked, you had legs, lucky you.

[atouts]

[ Oh, he will, just later. ]

If I did not know better, it would almost seem as though you're offended that I am here, Father.

[robopriest]

Ah, yes, because my holy place of the arcade is being besmirched by your presence.




...No, I'm worried about you.

week 4, thursday (pre-curfew, boarding house)

[atouts]

[ Childermass... has retired the fuck to his room. Originally, he'd tried retiring to the brand new witchy lair, but he was chased out of there because it wasn't restful enough, so now he's here and he's sprawled out on the couch with a pair of crutches within reach.

He's still in the royal knight garb from before, all browns and yellows and weirdly bee-themed, though his leg stump has been tended to, and that's visible with how he's lying there.

He'll change eventually... eventually... ]

[robopriest]

[Knock knock knock.]

[For once, Hansa isn't his depressed self and has enough energy to check on an Englishman. Knock knock.]

You're in there, Childermas?

[atouts]

...I am. [ A hoarse voice, tired as all hell. ] The door is unlocked.

[ Which is as good as any invitation that Hansa can hope for. ]

[robopriest]

[Here he is! Your concierge priest, here to serve. He's entering, closing the door, and finding a chair to pull up close to the bed. For someone with wounds, himself, he seems to be right as rain, though its clear when he winces as he shifts his arm around.]

...I would ask how you're feeling, but I think the look of you tells me everything I need to know.

[atouts]

[ He slides his arm away from over his eyes and turns his head to look at Hansa. ]

Mm, I'd say the same for you. How are the... parts? Pieces? I know that the eye she took was real, though I do not know about the rest.

[robopriest]

I'll live. The eye is a shame, but I guess the Church can replace that, too.

[Just like they did with the crystal eye swiveling about as he glances around, before fixating on the man.]

...Is your royal passenger still around?

[atouts]

Were it that any Church of my own time could replace an eye or limb...

[ Childermass is going to be out of luck when he heads back without two fully functioning legs in tow. ]

She is still about, but I have been having an easier time controlling her since returning, it seems.

WEEK 5 GAME END

[robopriest]

[Hi! Childermass! Nice book you're reading!]

[Shame if Hansa just plucks it out of your hands. Yoink.]

You're still here? What a nerd.

[atouts]

[ What the--?! ]

I was reading that, Hansa...

[robopriest]

We're celebrating our victory and you decide to go to the books again! Sooooooo nerdy.



What are you even reading?

[atouts]

Seeing as I won't be able to take these books with me, can I not spend at least a little more time with them?

[ He'll still go celebrate! Later! Whenever that is! ]

It is a book on alchemy. I would rather not be mystified by the art if I should encounter it again...