[Mini-Mingle] A Shopping Trip

[henchgal]

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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[aelwyn_aberration]

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.

[graveyounglady]

[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.