AWD #150: Gloves
Summary: Toby enlists the Chaplin's aid in a cultural issue.
Date: 05/Jun/2013
Related Logs: None
Iphigenia Toby 
Chapel, Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
The chapel is one of the few quiet places to be found on a battlestar. Even rarer still, it's one of the few places that doesn't look like it's part of a battlestar. Heavy blue curtains have been hung from the walls, obscuring the bulkheads. The lights are kept low, adding a certain mystery and gravitas to the space. The central altar is made of a pale grey wood, as are the several rows of pews which extend from it. Laid against the far right wall is a long, low table with several rows of simple white votive candles to be used as vigil lights. Centered among them is a brass plate for burnt offerings from supplicants. Several cushions rest on the floor before the table, where the faithful may kneel to offer their prayers to the Lords and Ladies of Kobol. On the left wall are several compartments which have been sectioned off for private use.
AWD 150

Morning services have just completed, and Gen is saying goodbye to a few of the stragglers. She's been a little underslept these days, however given that the crew is getting some opportunity to rest up prior to the upcoming assault on Picon, it seems like soon she'll be able to manage some catch-up.

Toby has spent most of the past few days or so either working or sleeping, with brief periods given over to other things like eating and showing when absolutely nessecary. The hanger bay it seems, are working over time to ensure that everything is prepared. It seems though, that Toby's managed to swing a bit of free time somehow or another as he slips into the chapel as others depart, lurking near the back as he waits for the remainder of the congregation to make themselves scarce.

It takes a little time, but eventually, Gen and a couple of the aides are all that are left, and the latter are focused on cleaning up the altars. Gen takes note of Toby's presence, and offering the Tauron a smile, makes her way over. "Tech Shackleton, can I help you?"

Toby moves to close the distance as well, not looking at the aides and keeping his tone just a little quieter than usual. "Captain," he greets with a short nod, looking just ever so slightly uncomfortable as he continues, "maybe, maybe not, but I figure it's worth a shot." There's a faint shrug next as he digs one hand out of his pocket and uses it to gesture as he explains, "it's not so much specifically a religious thing, more cultural I suppose, but I figured from what you said last tiem that you might be able to help." Aware that he's in danger of rambling he stops, taes a breath and then starts explaining the actual issue. "I'm not sure if you know or not, but we have a tradition of wearing black gloves after a death, you might have seen that Dio, Specalist Diomedes that is, has them tattooed onto his hands now 'cause of what happened on War Day. Problem is, I don't have any, and since they aren't recognised PPE or gear then stores say they don't have any to issue, and I don't really have anything I can use to start bartering for any."

Iphigenia nods in acknowledgment. "I'm familiar with the custom. I don't know that I have any in storage, but I think I might be able to accomodate you anyway. But could you provide me a bit more information? For example, do you know if the gloves need to be made of a specific material? Because I can go to to supply, requisition some dress gloves citing religious need, and see about getting them dyed. Would that serve?"

"They're usually leather," Toby answers after a moment's thought, "but it's not something thats vital, it's the colour that's the important thing. As I say, Dio has his tattooed so he never takes them off which is certainly not the usual way, but then I suppose these aren't usual times are they." Considering the option put forward he then nods once, scratching his head a little as he does so, "aye, I reckon that'd work."

"Very good." Iphigenia nods her head with crisp efficiency. "I'll requisition the gloves today; give me until the end of the week to sort out a means of getting them dyed and ready for you." She considers. "To mourn forever is a great weight on the shoulders, but I can understand how some may feel they must carry it."

"Thank you," Toby nods, "appreciate it." Sticking his hand back into his pocket he shrugs a little, "where I'm from it's traditionally to wear them until the soul being mourned is at rest, which is when their death is avenged. It's likely a long time before we can send them all on, I'd hope to live to see it but we can hardly guarentee that." He looks finished then something else occurs to him, "and of course he works with his hands, sometimes you need complete freedom of movement in our work whichmakes wearing a physical pair tricky."

"What constitutes the completion of vengeance in this case?" asks Iphigenia curiously. She's not challenging the belief, just wants to understand it. "When we have final victory against the Cylons?"

"Depends who you ask," Toby answers with a wry smile, "it's usually a fairly simple thing but this is, well, complicated. Final victory against them, the perminant death of all of those who were involved in the destrution of Tauron, the perminant death of each and every one of them to ensure that we got all of those invovled given their downloading ability." He shrugs again, "I'm not aware of a general concensus."

"I suppose like with many spiritual matters, it's an issue of individual perception." Iphigenia nods. "I am not Tauron," Obviously, not with that highly aristo Virgon accent of hers, "But if there's any particular needs on behalf of the Tauron colonials on board the ship that you think I can assist in facilitating, would you please let me know? I can look into large production of gloves, potentially, as an example, once I see how difficult it may be to procure you a pair."

"Yeah, although I vaguely recall talk of some having a set mourning period, a month I think," Toby adds as he racks his memory briefly. "But then I suppose regional variations are the norm as well." He can't immediately think of anything but nods anyway, "if anything comes to mind then yeah, I'll pass it on."

"Thank you." Gen says courteously. "Was there anything else, Tech?"

Toby shakes his head at that final question then glances towards the exit. "No, thank you, that was it," he replies with a short nod before adding, "I should probably be going, shift soon, you know how it is."

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