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[Mini-Mingle] A Shopping Trip

Given that those who're staying at the ADI housing are getting a clothing allowance, Meredith has taken it upon herself to organize a shopping trip to the Marshalls at Gloucester Crossing. The store is full of surprising deals, and a wide enough variety of clothing that people of all genders might find something interesting. There's even some of the new fall selections in stock already.

While Meredith's been sure to grab those who obviously need a little help, and those who'll obviously enjoy the chance to get out of ADI territory, everyone's welcome to come along for the trip.

(ooc: feel free to tag around with one another as well as me, this is just a fun way to introduce our characters to one another)

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[The difference here is that Aelwyn knows full well that she's being an asshole, and entered the situation in a futile attempt to be the voice of reason before she decided to give up and make people miserable instead. Cruelty is what comes naturally to her, anyway, why pretend to be a better person when you can get the same result by kicking someone while they're down.]

Thank you ever so much for your cooperation. [She gives him a small smirk, looks at the clerk and blows her a kiss. Sorry for betraying you, lady, it was just the girlboss thing to do.

Then she and Mercy are walking away and Mercy asks her that question and Aelwyn can't help but be surprised.] People don't tend to enjoy losing. Why? Feeling guilty?

No... I mean... maybe a little? I was expecting him to put up more of a fight. Weren't you? That ain't someone who takes pride in his business or wares. But he's got this whole big shop. He should be proud and ready to haggle with what he's managed to build up.

[She frowns slightly.]

We can use the internet to say good things about his service, too, can't we?

[Maybe that will help to ease her guilt.]

This just felt too easy. Maybe we're too good together. You're real clever with your words, miss.

[Ah. New to late-stage capitalism? Okay.] Well, if you'll remember, I did try to tell you, you know. He's not used to haggling because that's not really how modern society functions, at least not with like, clothing stores or whatever. You can do that kind of thing in a marketplace probably? But not so much in branded stores like that.

I think he's just trying to make ends meet and survive. There's few children who would put their hands up and say they want to run a clothing store where they buy cheap clothing from cheap suppliers and sell it on. I doubt he was even the owner at the head of the chain, because if he was he'd be a bit less exhausted and a bit more frightened, I imagine. You'll find that most people are so exhausted by their miserable boring lives that they'll take any shortcut to see whatever monotonous task is in their way brought to a swift close. [Just look at her. Her shortcut was to become evil and destroy her life to escape that boredom and she turned out... well, like this.]

But yes, we can do that if you want. Or we can choose a target that's a little less easy next time. [She's only a little hurt.] Regardless, I'll take that as a compliment, I suppose.

Oh, I didn't mean to- No. No, you were brilliant! I mean it kindly when I say you're clever with words. I got my talents some places, and I can do a riddle now and again, but you seemed like you knew what you were talking about and doing. I'm right impressed! Just... I don't want Mr. Dave going home sad.

Why's he working a trade that makes him miserable? Seems like they got plenty of other things he could be doing. If he's been apprenticed for selling, there are other things to sell.

Ah! Thank you, I try my best. Haggling isn't something I've had any practice or use for, but it is fun to engage in that kind of thing from time to time. I think you did quite well for a newcomer to this type of society. It takes a lot of getting used to, believe me.

I think... ultimately he probably doesn't feel like he has much of a choice? That's my guess, anyway. I don't know his life's story, or even this world's, I just know that often we are forced into roles we don't necessarily want and told that that's our lot in life. [She shrugs.] But he might enjoy his work, and I could be completely wrong and speaking from the position of someone with a lot of wealth. Regardless I don't think we ruined his day due to one possibly unpleasant interaction. If he goes home miserable, I imagine it'll be for reasons outside of our control.

[That part she does genuinely believe. Nobody who works retail is happy, she's gone to retail stores with her father and watched him make the workers more miserable than should be humanly possible. It's just one stick on a pyre, not a match.

Or maybe she's just telling herself that. Like all the other small cruelties she's slipped in over the years.]

Hmm... it must be hard for you being here, then? I ain't used to having much, but if you're a fancy lady, they ain't gonna have the things you're used to. You need any help with figuring out your chores at home, you let me know. My Order's meant to be one for service to good folk in need. I'm still learning the healing arts, and if you don't got no need of that, expect I can do something else.

I wanna make sure I thank you proper-like for helping me out there, miss.

[Her eyes widen in surprise, genuinely taken aback.

...the idea of someone pointing out that something – anything could even potentially be hard for her or could take an emotional toll on her... It's not inaccurate to say that she's fairly sure nobody has ever actually said that to her. Even if she's entirely wrong about this being harder for her, it's... weirdly touching? But she is the lucky one. Or she was for all of her life. How difficult could it even be to be stuffed full of praise and reward for every little thing she did and know that it'll never be taken away from her so long as she watches her baby sister starve.

Good folk... what a joke.]

...I don't know if I'd go so far as to say it's harder for me to not be as privileged as I was a year and a half ago. It's not like we're living like beggars here. Honestly, I'm just eager to get away from... all that. You know how families are I'm sure. [Hopefully, because she's not elaborating.]

And really, um, it was nothing. No debt of gratitude necessary. [There's a beat of silence as her practicality catches up to her imposter syndrome.] Although, honestly I might take you up on that chores offer. I'm used to using magic, it's a pain in the ass living without it.

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Hah... I got a big brother. I know how they can be.

[Mercy's smile turns wry. She feels an ache in her heart, missing her kin, but it's better this way. If she's meant to be turning away from Brother Earth and toward the Spring Tide, distance is the easiest way to avoid falling into old habits.]

And I can only imagine for folk who been stripped outta their magic. My healing don't seem harmed none by it, but the Brothers and Sisters at the temple tell me plants have got their own magic to them.

What sort of spelling did you leave behind?

Younger sister on my end. She hates my guts. [Or she did. Should. Whatever. That bridge was extended for a version of herself that she killed and it was shattered the moment Aelwyn was fixed.

She turns an eye toward her, furrowing her brow and smiling slightly.]

You call it spelling? That's cute.

I'm a wizard. The prodigy of Hudol, my school. Magic is limitless for a wizard so long as she keeps studying. But the convenient part was that I didn't really have to learn how to cook or clean because I could just summon all of that or wave a hand and it would all be clean.

[She frowns, her lips tightening.] Naturally, it's all still available but it feeds these nightmare demons or whatever they're called.

[Privately, Mercy thinks that little sisters say things they don't always mean. She doesn't know Aelwyn or her sister well enough to judge it, though.]

The Entities. [Mercy nods as they step out of the store and into the bright, late-morning sunshine.] What do you make of them? We got gods where I'm from and some of them are meaner than others. But they ain't just... all bad. Seems like folk here got the rotten end of the stick on that count.

[Hard to misread attempted sorocide, or the way Adaine took delight in her humiliation and pain when she first lost her spot.

Not that Aelwyn can really blame her. It just makes the later kindness and sympathy all the more perplexing.]

I don't really put much stock in the divine. But anything with that amount of power is at least inclined to be an insufferable cock, if not evil.

Do you think they've been misrepresented? [A bit of a naive prospect, but it's not impossible.]

I couldn't rightly say. Where I'm from, there are some folk who think the god me and mine worship is evil. [A pause.] Used to worship. They hear he's a god for death, though, and get all sorts of fool notions into their heads about what that means without letting a body explain. They set their minds one way, and that's it.

It don't matter we ain't running around murdering folk in his name like some might do for their gods. It's enough for them to know he's something they're scared of, and they put up their hackles.

Gods of Death get a bad wrap, to be honest. Most of the time, they're just presiding over a natural process.

[She frowns, scratching her chin.]

...It's not like a god needs to be evil for their flock to commit attrocities in it's name. I knew a pathetic old man who believed that anyone who worshiped his corn god was good, and anyone who didn't follow or believe in said god was evil, and deserved to burn in hell. So he hand-picked stupid teenage boys, indocrinated them and set them upon the world to murder anyone that didn't fit that limited criteria.

Last I heard, they're all burning in the nine hells together.

[That response has Mercy nodding a little. Good. Aelwyn gets it. So many people don't when she's tried to explain to them in the abbey.]

That's an unfortunate fate, but I expect it's the kind of thing some folk earn themselves. I ain't the kind to judge on most things, but... but murder in the name of your god don't sit right. Seen too much of that from some. Fanatics...

[She glances around surreptitiously, even though it's sort of pointless in a place like this. It's not home. It's not the abbey. No one's going to come yell at her for having a loose tongue. Aelwyn seems like someone she can trust.]

The last abbot at the abbey where I grew up weren't a good man, he was just using the Blind Mother's good name for his own ends. Had folk following him on it, too, thinking he spoke for her. We got a better abbot at Evergreen now. Better, anyway. He don't much like me, though. It's part of why I decided to leave and take up schooling at another temple.

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[Mini-Mingle] A Shopping Trip

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congrats mercy you very accidentally pushed one of her trauma buttons

she's here to blunder into these things

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