Utterly Mad

Roland caught the cigarette and started towards the lift. "The Butcher's a pleasant fellow I'm certain, that is when he's not working. And I can just imagine what was going through your head when someone came in saying they wanted to sign on as a chaplain, not very many of us walking around these days."

As he continued walking he smiled and shook his head "Who knows, maybe the new Captain will let me have a room to turn into an actual church, with the pews and the podium. That'd be better than preaching every Sunday in the Mess hall."

As the two entered the lift Roland sifted through his pockets and pulled out a match box. putting the cigarette between his teeth he struck the match and lifted it to the end of the cigarette to light it. Putting the match out Roland put it in the trash before hitting the button. Talking to himself in a low tone that he thought(wrongly) Snow wouldn't hear "Not that I deserve an actual church, not after what I did. Still chasing those old dreams I guess."

((You may or may not all end up there depending on what happens. In the meantime, did ya really think a member of the bridge crew would point you to the same shithole in the bowels of the ship that some random, officer-hating, bottom-deck bastard in a random corridor would?)

Locke

The directions are simple, concise, and clear, exactly what you would expect from a proper, ranking bridge officer. You have no problem locating the proper compartment, and are happy to discover it's only a short walk and a lift ride away. The lift ride is unremarkable, but the walk takes you through the ship's observation deck and hydroponic farms.

While the large observation viewports are covered by their blast shields while the ship is at warp, the farms are a rather impressive sight, and not something you've ever seen on a ship before. The compartment that houses them takes up a vast portion of the ship's uppermost center deck, and while the transparent alloy ceiling is sealed by a retractable chunk of adamantium of it's own, the sheer magnitude of the rows opon rows of life found there is stunning, surpassed only by the several hundred artificial suns suspended above them. It does not take an experienced botanist to know that enough is growing here to keep the crucial members of the crew fed indefinitely.

After passing through the farm, you find yourself in front of a brightly decorated hatch with a small, scrolling display above it that reads

Officer's Mess - Fine Food - Quality Drinks - Entertainment
Pushing the door open reveals a brightly lit room, relatively empty, but well decorated. It has a few recreational stations, as well as couches, a well stocked bar, and several robotic servers. A stage against the far wall indicates that it may even have the occasional live performance.

A very young man in a well-maintained security uniform notices you enter, and approaches you cautiously.

"This canteen is for officers only, not for you riffraff. There's at least a dozen other places on the ship for like likes of you. Leave, now." he stutters, plainly unsure of himself, or maybe of how effective the shockstick at his side would be against you.

---

Roland

"You've got that right. I figured religion was a feeble savior for the weak. I never understood how someone could go for it." Snow smiled softly, entering the lift. "You did a good job of changing my mind on that, Reverend."

She stops, and places her hand on his shoulder in a friendly manner. "You've done a lot of good here, even if you don't know it. Your message has helped a lot of us who didn't even know we needed it. You're too hard on yourself, my friend - sometimes bad shit is a part of life, and we've all done things in our pasts." Stubbing her smoke out on her shoe, she searches around for somewhere to place it for a moment, before realizing that the lift has no waste receptacle. She places it back in the pack instead.

"Anyway, if you want to ask the Captain, you have my support. I know a few places that could maybe be re-purposed - and there's enough of of us believers on board now that we don't fit too well into the existing space. Besides, it couldn't hurt to bring your message to the ratings - right now, I think some of them see your meetings as a privilege held only for the officers, and some of them could sure benefit from an introduction to morals. Pretty hard for them to partake when they aren't even allowed in the mess. Might try mentioning it to him as a virtually no-cost moral benefit." Snow coughs slightly, seemingly still recovering from the transition to warp. "Couldn't hurt to secure your own position on the ship either. I knew the Captain pretty well when he was just Mark, but I don't know how he feels about having a chaplain on board these days."

"You fucks wanna fight!?" Yelled Collin. "Well come at me! He said, smashing his bottle on the table.

Camille leans against the side of the lift, waiting for the short bout of post-warp dizziness to finish.   "No matter how many times we warp, it still gets me.  Urgh.".  She groans, reaching the bridge.

Appraching the captain's chair, Camille clears her throat.   "Sir?   Camille Viau.   I'm your chief of security."

"I just thought I should introduce mysel, sir.   I don't suppose I could request to view the files of the crew members that boarded with you?"

Roland said "You're right, of course you usually are."

The lift stopped and Roland stepped out and walked toward the bridge. Walking through the doorway he moved so that the captain was aware of he was there and waited for him and Camille to finish their conversation.

"And so, here you are Roland. Please state your business quickly for I have something important to do." Mark said, a slight scowl replacing the ambivalent demeanor he usually kept up.