AWD #073: Sort Out Your Crap
Sort Out Your Crap
Summary: Attempt 1 of Luc and Maia's divorce. It does not run as smoothly as planned.
Date: 20/03/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: All logs concerning Luc's and Maia's marriage and divorce.
Luc Iphigenia Maia 
Chapel
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 #73

The ceremony today is held in the chapel, reserved for this purpose. It is not one that will take long, though Iphigenia wears her priestess' mantle over her uniform with its shiny new captains' pins. She waits at the central pulpit for them, a copy of the Sacred Scrolls and two peacock feathers resting on the lectern.

First of the two to arrive is Luc. Having been focusing on this most of the day. Eyes scan the room as he wanders along. Mouth nervously chewing on his tongue and he soon reaches the central area where Iphigenia waits. "Captain."

Now that the moment has come, Maia feels like she is moving in slow motion as she comes inside, her boots shuffling along, moving at a slower pace. At the door she pauses, takes a deep breath then heads inside, seeing the other two there already, "Captain, congratulations on the promotion." Turning her head slightly and looking at her husband for only a bit longer. "Luc." The name quietly spoken.

Iphigenia offers "Hello, Lieutenants." This to both, and then to Maia, "Thank you." with a gentle smile. "If you're both ready, we can begin."

Luc does hold a small smile for the chaplain. "Indeed, congratulations." Keeping the smie to Maia as well. as she comes closer he nods to her as well. "Maia." He offers in the same soft spoken voice as her. Hands hanging loosely at his sides and turning to face the chaplain to begin.

"You're welcome," Maia returns quietly, trying an attempt at a smile. Failing. "I'm ready." Doing much the same, keeping her hands loosely at her side, her posture deliberately relaxed, but it's costing her. Lifting her chin slightly, she puts on a neutral front.

Iphigenia regards them both solemnly and silently for a long, possibly uncomfortable time. "Are you both sure, after this time you've had to consider your marriage, that this is what you want?" she asks at last.

Luc takes a moment, a deep breath as he listens and he does look over at Maia. "Despite what we might feel individually, we did agree that this is for the best." He offers and nods. Letting Maia explain further if she wish. About their talk and so on.

Maia had been prepared for the question, still when it comes, all she can do is regard Luc for a long moment. They'd talked about this even so recent as yesterday and the day before. Was it what she wanted? At this moment, yes. Was she without a doubt sure about that? She had to be. "Yes." Keeping her own words simple and to the point.

To Iphigenia's eyes, there's clearly some level of disagreement on their course, but they both seem committed to it nonetheless. "Very well." she says. She picks up one of the peacock feathers and holds it horizontally at rest in her outstretched palms. "When I offer you the feather, this is how you hold it, to symbolize your entreaty to Hera." The second is plucked up, each offered to the couple.

Luc looks at Maia for a while, "Are you sure?" He asks her, as if wanting confirmation. Or not trusting her words. He seems neutral to it though. As if he has already dealt with it. In his mind the divorce was done a few days ago. But most likely seeing some doubt in her, or thinking that he does.
Luc will then take the offered feather, is Maia does.

Maia reaches for the feather, even with the question from Luc on the table. Once she has it, she holds it as instructed, determined to do this, to see it through. "We've had four years to work things out Gabriel, and neither of us has bothered to even try before the last thirty days. It was over a long time ago. I'm sure."

"Very well." Iphigenia reaches for the Sacred Scrolls - literally a scroll on gold leaf, and opens it, turning the holders to the relevant passage and holding it out in front of her. "Lords of Kobol, hear our prayer. Hera, we beseech your presence and benevolence to dissolve the marriage of Maia Kane and Gabriel Luc Raynor. Thirty days from the time of declaration has passed and they have shown their resolve to this course under your eyes."

Luc shrugs, "I suppose. I was just curious. Since I've never seen you cry. Until I mentioned being with someone else." He does hold the feather and will do whatever needed of him without hesitation.

Maia continues holding the scroll as she was directed, her expression suddenly stoic. When he speaks, she doesn't glance over, just getting through this with as little disruption as possible. She doesn't respond to anything Luc says, prepared to follow this through as planned.

Iphigenia frowns a moment, and then lowers the scroll. "I'm sorry." she says. "But if there's this much still to talk about, then the two of you are not ready.'

Luc raises a brow to Geni before sighing. Offering a shrug as well. "IF you wish. I was just making sure." He says and keeps his eyes on Iphigenia and seems a bit annoyed. "Well, if we have to stop, then just find me next time." He offers and seems a bit detached.

"I want this. Beyond any doubt." Frustrated now by Luc. "Please don't stop, we've already talked about it and we agreed we were ready. I don't want to wait any longer.." Maia says quietly, keeping her expression neutral.

Iphigenia looks between the two of them. "If both of you felt ready, then you wouldn't need to ask her, in the middle of the ceremony, if she was certain, Lieutenant. That was the point of the ceremony." She shakes her head, and winds the scrolls closed. "One week." she says. "And you will both be prepared to make significant sacrifices to Hera, signs of your commitment to this effort, at that time."

Luc sighs, "Now I know why I never bothered getting the divorce finalized." He says and shrugs. "Just send someone to me in one week then." He says and offers the feather back to Geni. Waiting to see if there is anything else.

Angry now, Maia turns her head to glare at him. "Just stay away from me, Raynor. I'll see you in a week." Looking back at Geni, "I'm sorry we wasted your time this morning." Turning her head once more to regard Luc, she sighs. "If this doesn't happen in a week, then I'm going civil. Either way it's going to happen." Yeah, she's a lil upset.

Iphigenia's gaze cools as she studies Luc. "It is not the duty or onus of the temple to summon you to your own proceedings. This is your choice, and your apathy and dismissiveness offends the gods." She looks over to Maia, and if possible, her gaze becomes even chillier. "I see. Do what's right and proper, do things the way they should have been done in the first place, as long as it's convenient." She shakes her head. "You both give grave offense to Hera. When you return, with sacrifices in hand, I suggest you be appropriately penitent. Hera is not a Lord of Kobol you wish to have regard you with disfavor. In other words, Lieutenants," she holds her hands out for the feathers, "Get your shit sorted out the next time I see you here. With appropriate piety."

Luc shrugs, "We both wished to proceed. You are the one who cancelled it." He shakes his head a bit. "No worries." He offers and as Maia mentions doing it civilly he just chuckles, "Either way, just get it done this time." He does look over to Geni as well. "Fine. We'll be on our best behaviour next time." He offers with raised brows. Keeping his head cool enough not to just walk off.

"I meant no disrespect, Sir, to you or Hera. I only meant if he continues to stall the proceedings with ill timed questions I may have to seek other means of dissolution, simply for it to happen." Maia takes another deep breath. "Stop being disrespectful, Raynor. She's doing her job." Offering a salute to the Chaplain, she murmurs. "May I be dismissed?"

"Quit digging yourself a hole, Lieutenant." Iphigenia says calmly to Luc. "I'll see you in a week, sacrifice in hand. And you as well." Her tone is slightly gentler for Maia, but not much. "You are both dismissed."

"I do best in holes, sir." Luc offers as his usual smart ass answer. He does glance to Maia, "I only asked since I'd rather ask than go unknowing. We couldn't do it yesterday thanks to the mission after all." He shrugs a bit. "Thank you sir." He offers and saluts before turning to leave.

"You had thirty days to ask, Lieutenant. That's your own fault." Iphigenia turns her back on the pair and starts putting the sacred items away.

Without further ado, Maia does an abrupt about face and marches right out of there. Time for the fitness center. Either that or get in trouble for punching Luc. A punching bag sounded good about now. Real good.

"IT happened two days ago. Before that I had no doubt in mind. Two days ago it happened and I only saw her on the mission yesterday. I could not predict that would happen." He tells her and shrugs. Heading on out as well.

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