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WHO: Father Francis Mulcahy
WHERE: 6I, the "group" areas like the inn etc
WHEN: November 18th
OPEN TO: Any
WARNINGS: War? Kind of a constant thing for him
Being in this village is... a trial. He's used to doing as well as he can with little - and frankly the food produced in the village is better than what he's been used to eating - but the other things that happen here have made Mulcahy skittish. His faith isn't shaken, he still trusts that everything happens according to God's plan, but for one of the few times in his life he's starting to doubt whether that plan is good. Bringing him here, to the village, he can see that could have benefits - but turning him into a ghost? Leading others to so much despair? Those are actions designed to break people, not heal them.
And it doesn't get any better when he starts getting... glimpses. At first Mulcahy thinks it's just his eyes or his mind playing tricks on him, because he knows those glimpses: the 4077, his home neighborhood in Philadelphia, the airport in San Franscico, all places he has reason to recall. Bits of his family and his friends, none of them lasting more than a moment... but gradually increasing. Until one morning, as he's dutifully making his bed after rising and a quick wash-up in too-chilly water, one comes that shakes him more deeply than anything he's experienced yet. The view of his small room in the village's makeshift church burns out for a moment, replaced with a scene he knows, not far from his tent in the camp, and miraculously with no other people around. Because the words he's saying, he knows he wouldn't say with anyone around to hear them.
"What good am I now? What good is a deaf priest? I've prayed to you to help me... and every day I get worse. Are you deaf, too?"
The vision clears, but it leaves him standing there, shellshocked, for a solid five minutes. Eventually, he gets himself going again, heads out for his daily routine - helping with meals and cleaning at the inn, checking in at the hospital to see if there are any patients, keeping an eye on the fountain to see if anyone's showing up, and in general looking for anyone in trouble. But the good father is an open book, it's impossible for him to keep his emotions off his face, and that... revelation has shaken him deeply. Anyone who looks at him will be able to tell he's troubled, and he moves through his chores with an uncharacteristic distraction.
WHERE: 6I, the "group" areas like the inn etc
WHEN: November 18th
OPEN TO: Any
WARNINGS: War? Kind of a constant thing for him
Being in this village is... a trial. He's used to doing as well as he can with little - and frankly the food produced in the village is better than what he's been used to eating - but the other things that happen here have made Mulcahy skittish. His faith isn't shaken, he still trusts that everything happens according to God's plan, but for one of the few times in his life he's starting to doubt whether that plan is good. Bringing him here, to the village, he can see that could have benefits - but turning him into a ghost? Leading others to so much despair? Those are actions designed to break people, not heal them.
And it doesn't get any better when he starts getting... glimpses. At first Mulcahy thinks it's just his eyes or his mind playing tricks on him, because he knows those glimpses: the 4077, his home neighborhood in Philadelphia, the airport in San Franscico, all places he has reason to recall. Bits of his family and his friends, none of them lasting more than a moment... but gradually increasing. Until one morning, as he's dutifully making his bed after rising and a quick wash-up in too-chilly water, one comes that shakes him more deeply than anything he's experienced yet. The view of his small room in the village's makeshift church burns out for a moment, replaced with a scene he knows, not far from his tent in the camp, and miraculously with no other people around. Because the words he's saying, he knows he wouldn't say with anyone around to hear them.
"What good am I now? What good is a deaf priest? I've prayed to you to help me... and every day I get worse. Are you deaf, too?"
The vision clears, but it leaves him standing there, shellshocked, for a solid five minutes. Eventually, he gets himself going again, heads out for his daily routine - helping with meals and cleaning at the inn, checking in at the hospital to see if there are any patients, keeping an eye on the fountain to see if anyone's showing up, and in general looking for anyone in trouble. But the good father is an open book, it's impossible for him to keep his emotions off his face, and that... revelation has shaken him deeply. Anyone who looks at him will be able to tell he's troubled, and he moves through his chores with an uncharacteristic distraction.