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ataraxionlogs2012-06-11 09:04 am
cargojet) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-06-11 09:04 am
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OPEN LOG: look to the stars; let the hope grow in your eyes
CHARACTERS: Any and all
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Sadness and misery, mention of gruesome character death, will update if necessary
SUMMARY: A service for Hotspur is held in the Oxygen Gardens
It wasn't much of a chapel, not really, and it bore little resemblance to a church, but then neither did the deck of an aircraft carrier during Sunday morning service. It was making do. There were as many faiths present on the ship as there were different kinds of people - many of them not even being people - and he was under no illusions about how hard it would be to make people feel as though the space was for everyone who needed somewhere to practice their faith.
It was the same on any ship. The lines blurred, but what it came down to in the end was that everyone was in this together. No matter what they believed, or how they practiced, or even how much. In truth, Church every Sunday was something Nathan hadn't done since his divorce.
But the chapel wasn't for him. It was for people like Hotspur, who murmured about faith in the face of vast, empty space, for the people who needed to mourn him now that he was gone, for people like Quinn who found themselves lost and looking for some kind of absolution. They needed a place like this to bring some kind of relief from the horrors surrounding them, and Nathan - who had advocated it so strongly - could find no reason why he shouldn't be responsible rather than thrusting the weight onto someone else's shoulders.
The largest empty space in the Oxygen Garden had been more or less cleared, and a few seats organized for the comfort of the few. If there was a large congregation, then people would have to stand, but he had no idea how many to expect. There would be music, assuming Seraphim came, and Nathan would speak about his brush with Hotspur, recite the same funeral prayer he'd learned by heart at his father's passing, and offer the space for anyone else to reflect on him, howsoever they wished to do so.
[OOC: Going to put down a separate comment for eulogies, otherwise go wild?]
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Sadness and misery, mention of gruesome character death, will update if necessary
SUMMARY: A service for Hotspur is held in the Oxygen Gardens
It wasn't much of a chapel, not really, and it bore little resemblance to a church, but then neither did the deck of an aircraft carrier during Sunday morning service. It was making do. There were as many faiths present on the ship as there were different kinds of people - many of them not even being people - and he was under no illusions about how hard it would be to make people feel as though the space was for everyone who needed somewhere to practice their faith.
It was the same on any ship. The lines blurred, but what it came down to in the end was that everyone was in this together. No matter what they believed, or how they practiced, or even how much. In truth, Church every Sunday was something Nathan hadn't done since his divorce.
But the chapel wasn't for him. It was for people like Hotspur, who murmured about faith in the face of vast, empty space, for the people who needed to mourn him now that he was gone, for people like Quinn who found themselves lost and looking for some kind of absolution. They needed a place like this to bring some kind of relief from the horrors surrounding them, and Nathan - who had advocated it so strongly - could find no reason why he shouldn't be responsible rather than thrusting the weight onto someone else's shoulders.
The largest empty space in the Oxygen Garden had been more or less cleared, and a few seats organized for the comfort of the few. If there was a large congregation, then people would have to stand, but he had no idea how many to expect. There would be music, assuming Seraphim came, and Nathan would speak about his brush with Hotspur, recite the same funeral prayer he'd learned by heart at his father's passing, and offer the space for anyone else to reflect on him, howsoever they wished to do so.
[OOC: Going to put down a separate comment for eulogies, otherwise go wild?]