Being suddenly assaulted by loud polka music was⌠nothing new to Monoko. Working in a theme park for your entire adult life made you surprisingly tolerant of that kind of âmusicâ. It almost made her feel at home. She could deal with this no problem. However, when the fool appears, and claims to be bored of them? Pardon? Werenât they the guests of this place? As the host it was the Foolâs job to entertain them, not the other way around. To be frank the Fool had done a terrible job of that, but luckily her classmates were more than interesting enough to give her limitless amounts of fun.
The fool kept talking, and her heart sank. Did he just⌠threaten her family? This⌠was completely out of bounds. This was supposed to be a relaxing experience, a getaway. The whole âyouâre locked in here foreverâ thing was a hamhanded touch, but⌠Monoko could see where that could be a fun thing to play with⌠It was never real thoughâŚ
Now if they were threatening her sister⌠âThis⌠This is wrong⌠A-and illegal! You didnât get anything signed saying you could hold us against our will. We can just walk out of here andâŚâ her voice trailed off.
She hopped in front of the other students. âItâs okay everybunny! Nooneâs going to hurt your families or friends. This is all just a joke⌠a really BAD joke. Everything will be fine, so⌠Just enjoy the music I guess?â
She was trying to reduce panic if there were to be any. She noted one of her classmates heading off towards the chapel, and took chase, watching from the doorway as they⌠turned all the crosses upside down? That was⌠interesting? Were they a follower of Saint Peter? She hoped no one would find it disrespectful⌠She personally didnât care too much either way. She was a judgement free zone.
Even so, something about the chanting was a bit off. Still she approached the tattooed woman slowly. Not out of timidity, but out of respect, and not wanting to interrupt her. âHeya!â She finally spoke once she was practically beside her. If she were praying this hard, this must be a hard time for her, right? Monoko had found that offering to pray with park guests usually resulted in a positive experience for them soâŚ
âMind if I join you? I donât know the words, butâŚâ
Meanwhile Rosa had walked off quickly. She was a bit worried, but there was no need to panic. Level head. Thatâs what she needed. While Monoko had arrived pretty soon, Rosa was a little later, standing at the door⌠holding a duck? A stuffed duck or⌠nope. Thatâs Sir Waddlefoot Quack-A-Lot. Her friend!
Just what was going on? Her eyes glanced over the room, taking in the crosses that had been turned upside down, and then turning her attention to Calandra and Monoko. So her roommate was also here?
While Rosa didnât know Latin, she did know English and if one has studied English, you can sometimes work out words.
âHm⌠Father and Hell?â
That was about it that Rosa picked up but it gave her an idea. There was only a few guesses, but she didnât want to assume. She bounced up behind Monoko, before reeling in her curious excitement and petted the duck in her arms.
âPerhaps you should know what the words mean first. Something about Father and Hell right?â
Ah, there are guests now. An audience perhaps? Certainly not Faithful. Or maybe they are. But even the faithful aren't as loved by Him Below as a Jeggare. And neither of them have the proper look of a Jeggare. Plus, she'd have recognized family from sight.
...probably by voice for the first of them. The stranger was. A mascot? Calandra would never understand the Japanese obession with mascots. Not every store needed one. They were for sports teams and amusement parks, not grocery chains and electronic stores. They were asking to join at least, which was nice of them. She would turn down her chanting, letting the polka through just a bit to speak...
Where she not sort of interrupted by the other one, with a duck. She's so small... smaller than Calandra herself. But she also seems to know enough to recognize a few words. Calandra smiles sweetly at her, and begins properly
"I can start again, in English if that helps you both? I don't mind terribly if you join me in prayer. I'm just trying to... center myself a bit. And the chapel is a good place to start on that, don't you agree?"
"[Our Father, who art in Hell, unhallowed be thy name. Cursed are the sons and daughters of thy nemesis, who art to blame...]"
She watches their faces, or at least watches Rosaâs face. For Monoko she merely pays attention to body language. How troublesome their outfit is. But Calandra pays attention. She wants to know how they react. If they understand. Thereâs no malice to it, of course. Thatâs merely how she is.
To know every angle is to know every method of control. To control is to rule the world.
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