Oh. Uh, sorry to pry. It's just...
I'm Peter. Nice to meet you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Dining Hall
Oh, it's quite alright, and good to meet you too. I'm Sung-chul Park.
(Smiles warmly, almost holding out a hand for a shake before realizing how weird that would be, sheepishly pulling it back.)
...So, erm... You're visitors here, yes?
Sure, yeah, uh. Here you go, napkin.
(TA-DA! One map of Trottelville.
◊)
David Meter: [|||______]
Church
(Risei gives Reigen a jolly grin.)
Of course, we have plenty go around! Usually, it's just Grigori, Shirou and I, so a group of fresh faces like yours is more than welcome.
Here, let me go get the borscht and stuff, I'll be right back. Don't you nice Mexicans go anywhere!~
(Shirou shoops off into the back of the church at inhuman speeds... Damn, fast kid.)
(Father Grigori has himself a seat on a church pew.)
...Perhaps, my dear children, if you enjoy the potluck enough... Will you consider becoming members of our blessed flock? The pews, they have grown sparse, I come to lack a congregation for our sainted Black Masses...
Impoundment Lot
(Demotte, with her small frame, is able to wriggle through with ease. It looks like it might be a bit on the narrow side for Chris and Gunth, though.)
(Watches Demotte curiously, having a seat by the fence-hole.)
(Lots and lots of cars, Demotte, very little rhyme or reason to how the rows are organized. Where to start...?)
Orion's Room
…
(Pouts a bit, folding his arms.)
Well, perhaps not, dear, but I am least one-point-five of these things...
Coppers
(Nods, keeping to the wall in case someone looks inside.)
Indeed they are. It would be sickening were they not in the employ of a satanic figure.
(Lots and lots of boxes
◊, Planetman. Where to start...?)
Last post for the evening, hopefully back tomorrow.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Visitors, yeah. We're, uh... I was kind of brought here against my will, to this town. Trying to figure out what's up.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Dining Area
...Ah. Yes...
(His smile slowly fades, looking a bit more solemn.)
Then... You must be with the chosen, like they were speaking of last night. You weren't down here for that discussion, were you?
Oh, uh, yeah, m'kay. I go with you.
(Chugs the rest of his orange juice, rising.)
Wanna take my taxi?
CHURCH
Every Sunday, we hold a service to honor our Patron Saint, Santa Muerte, or Saint Death... The only Christian Saint Her Infernal Majesty will allow us to glorify...
(Grigori lowers his head a bit.)
...Also, there is Sunday school for the small children and a Satanic Bible fellowship, with complimentary donuts and coffee.
We'll be having cheese danishes this Sunday...!
(Risei clasps his old hands together in childlike glee.)
Eh? What's racist?
(BEHIND YOU SAVANNAH SHIT)
Orion's Room
...Yes. Let us nourish ourselves for this fool's errand...
(Nods, trying to regain his decorum and straightening out that suit that he fucking slept/vomited in, before walking out the door.)
Impoundment Lot
(All silent so far, Jeanne, and as you stalk silently through the rows of cars, you see... a van
◊. A scary van. Perhaps it is inoccuous, but it is fully up to you to discern what promise such a van would hold.)
(Gunth, feeling industrious, starts trying to pull up on the gap in the fence and widen it, but looks like he could use a hand.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Chosen? Oh boy... yeah, I mean if you count having a psychotic Latino woman tossing you into crazy town, I guess that's what we are.
I'm here with two others, that guy over there.
-Points to Archer-
And another, who's sleeping off a bad hangover.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Dining Hall
…?
(Takes a moment to register that he's being spoken to, then looks up... then looks back down at his arms, rather self-consciously.)
...Oh, hello, erm— Yes, worry not! I... I was born this way, actually.
Hm? Oh, uh, yeah, here. I give you a map.
(HANDS HIM—... a napkin. The map's in his other hand...)
David Meter [||______]
Impoundment Lot
(Pauses mid-step when rounding the corner to the left side of the fence, peering down at a little gap between the bottom of the fence and the ground.)
...Heh! I think I've found our entrance.
Church
(Still p spooky in here, fams.
◊ On the altar, enthroned, sits a large statue of a skeletal woman.
◊ Mob, if he's checking carefully, will notice a high concentration of EEEEEEEVIL~ coming from that statue, and some sort of energy emanating from the large scythe she holds
◊.)
(The old priesty man grins as they step through.)
Oh yes, we made all kinds good dishes... Shirou, Father Girgori, look! We have visitors.
(The spiky-haired man
◊ and the stocky man
◊ both come into better view as they step into the church.)
(Slowly grins.) Oh wow, really? Man, we never get visitors anymore, Dad...
(The other man gives them a silent, rather skeptical looking over before smiling as well. He speaks up, in a rather noticeable Russian accent.)
Greetings to you, my children, and welcome to my humble church. I am Father Grigori, and these are my assistant co-fathers, Risei and Shirou Kotomine. Have you come to partake in our potluck?
Orion's Room
...He's not getting any for me, is he...?
Cop's
…!
(Gabriella swiftly nods and transforms too, shadowing him.)
(Though a stray donut from the pit flies up and adheres itself to Planetman's head by the foul powers of icing, the two of them manage to float through the perverse police playpen without incident and end up in the evidence room, which (thank goodness) is vacant.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019