AWD #038: Ignore, Punch and Hug
Ignore, Punch and Hug?
Summary: A few pilots seek spiritual guidance in the Chapel
Date: 13/02/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Don't know
Cassie Iphigenia Jason Zachary 
Chapel, 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 38

The last thing that has been on Cassie's mind lately is to come here, whatever praying she has done of late done on her feet between the hanger bay, the mess or wherever else she is heading to or coming from. But today called for more intense religious observation, hence her having spent the time she should be sleeping here. With her prayer beads wrapped around her left hand and wrist and her soma braid in place about her right, Cassie's praying in hushed tones, whispering her please to the Lords and Ladies, whatever she's requesting of them for their heavenly ears alone.

Iphigenia makes her way into the chapel quietly, moving over to the altar of Athena and then stepping behind it. She takes note of Cassie and does not seek to disturb her prayers as she unholsters her sidearm and then takes the holster itself off, stowing it in some kind of compartment at the rear of the base of Athena's idol.

Another that hasn't been visiting the chapel too much lately would be Jason. Stepping in now, he looks around for a few moments as his steps move him further into the room now. Keeping quiet as he bows his head forward a bit, his course slowly changing to where he can do some of his own praying at the moment. Offering a bit of a nod to Iphigenia as he sees her now.

Iphi's quiet but the sound of her unarming herself still gains Cassie's attention, her head turning while she remains knelt before whatever representation of Zeus is here. "There's something almost delightfully profane in seeing one of our clergy carrying a weapon," the pilot teases the Sister, making light to buoy her heart. Sadly the joke falls flat and she winds up sighing instead. "I suppose it is a sign of the troubled times we are now facing." Jason's seen and she gives him a nod, smiling as much as she can at the moment. "Hey."

"I don't normally go armed, if it helps." Iphigenia's accent is the smooth, crisp received pronunciation of Virgon nobility; a caste now gone to dust. She offers a faint smile, which then includes a nod for Jason before returning her attention to Cassie. "I was just at the range, is all. It's easier to store it here for now rather than backtracking to my berth." Straightening, she comes around from Athena's idol and inquires, "Do either of you require assistance? How may I be of service?"

"You mean there's nothing to the rumors that you don't walk around armed here? Then why is it so long since I've visited?" Jason's words are a bit light as he offers a smile to the two now. His own accent also of Virgon, but not of the nobility. "Hey," he offers in return to Cassie, along with a bit of a smile. At the question from the chaplain, he shrugs a little. "I guess I just needed a good place to try figuring out a few things that's been troubling my mind lately," he offers after a few moments of pause.

A slow, steady breath is taken in through her nose and then out her mouth, Cassie in need of calming her nerves. "I don't know," she admits finally, "I think I need peace of mind but I am not sure that's something anyone can really help me with." Stand-up is given a faint nod of sympathy as she regains her feet, her knees creaking as she rises. "I'm trying not to be all doom and gloom but anymore it's growing difficult to not worry, you know?"

"Do you have a particular worry, or is it more…these times?" Gen asks gently, and then her name is called by one of the senior chaplains. "Oh, do hold that thought. Excuse me, I'll only be a moment."

"It's… rather complicated, actually," Jason offers as he hears Iphigenia's words, before he nods a little bit as she's called away. "Of course." Turning to Cassie, he offers her a bit of a smile now. "You know what someone told me a while back, right before I left for here? Always look on the bright side of life." A brief pause, before he adds, "Not the easiest thing to do in the current circumstances, but still a good idea, at least."

"I normally am able to," Cassie says while chuckling, Jason's advice getting her mood to brighten a hair. "But it's getting more and more difficult to, you know?" A shoulder lifts in a half shrug before she turns, looking towards the back of the room where the hatch is. "I think I'm just emotionally worn out. And in need of sleep."

Jason nods a little bit as he hears that. "I know. But at least we're still alive and able to help those people still alive, right?" A brief pause, before he adds, "And I know the part of being emotionally worn out. I'm very close to that as well, I guess. And there are days I think I'd like to sleep the entire day away…"

Iphigenia finally returns, looking regretful. "I am so sorry. Were you needing an ear? It seems you've found one, but I'm happy to help if I can."

The Sister's return gains her a smile from the weary pilot, Cassie about to fall asleep where she stands. "Please. Feel free to stay. I am in need of company more than anything else and yours is just as much as a comfort as Jason's." The length of beads is remembered and removed, the polished onyx looked at closely before they're put into a pocket. "How have you been holding up, Iphigenia?" Yes, she just called the Sister by her name.

Jason nods a little bit as he listens to the others now. "I guess an ear, or two, is what's most needed," he offers. Looking about to say something more, before he looks between the others as he hears Cassie's question now.

"I'm well enough." says Gen smoothly. "I remember Captain Cole in my prayers daily. Has there been any news of a rescue mission as of yet?" She looks between the two pilots, countenance serene regardless of whatever's going on behind her eyes.

"There has been talk but as to when the rescue will be carried out I haven't heard." Cassie walks to one of the front pews and sits down, making herself comfortable. "Don't worry. It shouldn't be too much longer." At least so she hopes. "Cole will be back before we know it."

Jason grimaces momentarily as he hears what's being said now, remembering the sight of Cole's Viper being shot down. "I haven't heard anything about when, but like she says, it should probably be quite soon." Glancing around for a few moments now.

Iphigenia nods at that. "Don't let the strain of all that's going on weigh you down. One day at a time is the best general counsel I can offer."

"Good advice," Jason offers, before he lets out a bit of a sigh. "Sadly, every now and then, the strain of the past makes trouble for those things." Spoken a bit more quietly. "Is it wrong for me to be relieved that my mother died a few months ago, so she didn't have to go through however people died during the attacks?"

Coming down into the Chapel, Zachary is indeed looking for the sister. But seeing his fellow air wingers here, he straightens himself up and makes sure his appearance is proper before he clears his throat politely. "Sister Arden, do you have a moment?"

Iphigenia shakes her head to Jason. "I don't think it is. There's a great deal of relief from those who have relatives who passed away earlier, and also some who feel it's likely their lost boarded the ferry quickly, and have not suffered." Hearing her name, Gen turns her head, seated at a pew with Cassie and Jason, her posture perhaps vaguely reminiscent of a schoolmarm. "Major." she greets smoothly.

Cassie almost says something but then looks over when Zach addresses Iphigenia, her head bowing a bit when she stands. "Sir. Seems like the Sister's popular. I'll leave you guys be." She steps around whomever's standing and starts to make her way down the central aisle only to come up short for a minute.

Consider this - Zachary is in his dress greys uniform. This could be a very bad thing. As Iphigenia approaches, he takes her to the side, his words silent with the woman as he glances up to catch her eyes on occasion, studying her response.

"That's true, I believe," Jason replies to Iphigenia. "It's worse when there's one of your relatives you hope died a slow and painful death, for things you haven't forgiven him for…" He trails off as Zachary enters, offering the man a bit of a smile. "Sir." Taking a step back as the man greets Iphigenia.

Iphigenia blinks at Zachary, and for a moment just stares at him like she's not even seeing him at all. Under her pale skin, her jaw clenches, and then she very calmly reaches into her pocket to produce a coin as she rises from the pew. "I believe you should have this back then, Major." she says smoothly. "Thank you for informing me." She is a veritable island of calm.

The Major looks tired, worn down, but as Iphigenia offers back the coin, he holds off on accepting it and offers up a hint of that smile of his. "Hold on to it until we have him home. Consider it a charm of good fortune. He's not out of the woods yet." Zachary offers, staying her hand and straightens back up, and pulls down on the jacket to straighten it out.

Jason looks over at the two, keeping silent for the moment as he looks between them. Glancing around the room again after a few moments, he steps back a little now.

Cassie turns abruptly, her brow narrowed. She hasn't caught anything, really, but there's something that is lending an air of severity that causes the fine hairs at the nape of her neck and along her arms to raise slightly. The pilot doesn't ask, however. Not the place nor the time. "If you'll excuse me," Shoes intones almost formally before turning around, her egress completed swiftly.

"As it please you. I'd like a notice when the mission goes out, if it's not too inconvenient." She'll likely undertake a vigil. Iphigenia looks then to Jason, noting, "You sounded like you had something you wanted to talk about a bit more in depth." Cassie's egress is regarded thoughtfully.

"Of course, Lieutenant." Zachary offers up a smile as he moves back from Geni and starts on his way out. A glance is given towards Jason. "She's all yours, Stand-Up." he offers as he leaves.

"I guess so," Jason replies after a few moments. "It's just some things I wonder why has come to my mind after all this mess with the Cylons started." He looks around for a few moments. "I've not been on speaking terms with my father since… Well, twelve years ago or something. When he tore apart our family." He sighs a little, "Lately, I've been thinking a bit about that…"

"And what are your thoughts about that?" Gen encourages gently. "I have no right to judge you, you know, so don't feel like you're being measured for your words."

Jason sighs a little bit. "Part of me wishes I'd forgiven him, while another part of me hopes he died a painful death down there." Not sounding like he likes either part of him too much at the moment. He looks around again after a few moments. "But I guess, no matter what, that the thing I fear the most is if I'm piloting a Raptor picking up some survivors, and him being one of them. I wouldn't know how to react to that."

"The first thing you should know that having feelings at such cross-intentions is actually quite normal." Iphigenia informs him forthrightly. "There's a certain frustration that comes with having a parent who has done you a great wrong; having a conflicting sense of mourning love and anger and desire for punishment. I know it does not resolve the issue, but I hope it helps you to know there's nothing wrong with having those feelings. As for the latter concern…it's an anxiety I can understand, but let me put forth, given the astronomical odds in the first place, if it did happen…what would you do? Think beyond the sense of dread for a moment. What would you do?"

"It's not what wrong he did me, but that he treated my mother so much worse than he should have…" Jason begins, before he lets out a bit of a sigh as he hears that question. "I… I don't know if I'd give the old bastard a hug or punch him. As long as it wouldn't interfere with my flying, really." A brief pause, before he adds, "I might also ignore him, I'm not sure. Too many possibilities." A brief pause and a grin, "Maybe I would ignore him until we'd landed, then punch him and give him a hug?"

"Treating your mother so badly is no less poor treatment of you, though I would not insist you suffered more than your mother." Gen points out, and cocks her head. "So now that you've actually thought about what you might do instead of stopping short at the dread, however it may turn out…does it seem like you have more of a handle on it?"

Jason considers that for a few moments. "A little more, I guess. Now I at least know I would do something, and not just freeze up." A brief pause, before he offers a bit of a smile. "Thanks."

"You're quite welcome." Gen says with a pleased smile. "Do feel free to come to me if there's anything you feel like you want to work through. This sort of thing is exactly what I'm here for."

Jason smiles, nodding a bit as he hears that. "I will." A brief pause, before he adds, "Can't be easy having to hear all about the troubles of everyone else, like you do…"

"It's what I signed up for." Gen assures him with a smile. "There's a reason the role of Chaplain is also referred to as 'Friend to All'."

"I see." A brief pause, as Jason looks around again. "I guess I should be going. Thanks for the talk."

"You're welcome to stay as long as you like." Gen assures. "But either way, you're welcome back anytime."

Jason smiles again. "I should get myself some food before going to sleep for a while. Need to be awake when it's my turn to be on duty, after all." Another nod. "Thanks for your help." Starting towards the exit now, a bit slowly.

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