divus | GODLY AUDIENCES

[He may remember from the dream, but when Connor arrives in the lab, the cloaked and masked figure that awaits him in an almost apprehensive stance is...very small. A tiny voice greets him, the clear tones of a child testing the waters in the presence of a stranger.]

H...Hello!

[This is fine. Justice is waiting for Connor in the lab, stance worried with their hands splayed out against their cheeks.]

Welcome back, Connor! How are you fe...I mean, how are you doing? How can I help you?

[At some point when Connor is alone, a figure in pink appears from around a corner, posing languidly against the wall.]

Hey, gorgeous. Got a minute?

[Whether or not Justice actually took the time to even process what the offering was is a little hard to say, because pretty much the second Connor enters the lab the child is rushing to wrap their arms around his middle in a burst of whining.]

I'm never going to get anymore followers!

[Connor finds Disorder in the Courtyard after he finishes his offering. She's running her nails down the cheek of Chuuya's statue, seeming lost in thought. Still, she addresses him once he's closer.]

Love what you found. Didn't think that kid had it in him, but it's, like, so vintage. And vintage is totally hot right now.

[Piety turns away from their bookshelf when Connor enter the study, and inclines their head politely.]

Thank you for the offering--how may I help you, this evening?

[Connor finds Justice not in the lab, this time, but in the playground that they set up for their week as host. Sitting in the grass, they have the soccer ball that was sent as an offering and are bouncing it idly between their outstretched legs.

For once, they're quiet, at least at first.]

Do you still believe in me?

[WEEEEEH Justice is so happy to see Connor!!! He's...always happy to see Connor. He, naturally, has the plush dog already in his arms when Connor enters the lab, and can't help himself from moving excitedly from foot to foot. Holding it, it looks so much bigger. He's just...so small.]

This is the best gift ever!

[Connor steps out of the altar room...and finds Indulgence just, there, like, right outside the doorway, bottle that was just offered to him pointed toward the android like it's a weapon.]

This is it. Line in the sand! I'm done with the wine! No more wine!

[Justice has those little sticky slappy hands and he's playing with them on one of the lab tables, not really sure what they're for but kind of amused by them anyway.]

Hi, Connor! Welcome back!

[Ambition doesn't really want to be anywhere near the courtyard after her ... meltdown, earlier at the trial, but once it clears out she wanders back there anyway. She's in front of Fortune's statue, pacing back and forth and muttering to herself when Connor arrives.]

What do I do, what do I do? What am I gonna do...?

Connor? Are...a-are you okay?

[HE JUST SEEMS SO FRANTIC, baby boy Justice is worried. And since Connor's already seen him, now, he's already waiting without his usual embellishments, staring up at Connor with those big blank eyes of his.]

[Disorder can, in fact, be found lingering in the Temple Altar. So, if he wants to get her a gift he can, but she's easy enough to flag down.]

So glad to see you again. I love our little chats.

Connor! Connor, Connor!

[Justice is absolutely jumping up and down in the lab, beyond excited, and laughing happily.]

I-Isn't this amazing? It's just incredible! We're...we're in the lead! I...I can't believe it!

[Piety is just turning away from his bookshelf when Connor appears. He nods his head, polite as ever.]

Welcome, and good day. Are you well?

[When Connor approaches the sword-fighting arena in the east wing, he'll find that Cunning is seated off to the side pushing the bottle back and forth between his hands as they dangle between his knees.]

You...are a weirdly calm robot. [Hello Connor.] Is it the programming?

[He'll find Merriment in the game room, lounging across a chair and staring at the board game set up in front of him.]

...so you wanna tell me exactly what happened, or am I still guessing how science works?

C-Connor...

[Justice already sounds like he's going to cry. I mean, fake cry, I guess, since his crying doesn't involve any actual tears.]

It was an accident, right? It was, wasn't it?

[Heyyyy, Connor. Are you ready to play dress-up? You're totally ready to play dress-up. Welcome to the costume hall, where you probably got the clothes for your offering from in the first place.

Sincerity has them tucked over one arm. The other, he raises in a wave.]

Yo.

[When Connor enters the parlor, he'll find that it's a bright, sunny room. The piano glints in the sunlight and there's a little set-up of two chairs around a small table. There's a vase of roses as the centerpiece, along with two cups that would normally be for tea, but he's a roomba so Beauty isn't sure if Connor can even eat? There's also small tea cakes just in case.

As for Beauty, they're seated in a high-back chair at the table and are facing the door, right leg crossed over left at the knee as they prop their head up with a hand. The sheet mask, however, is in their free hand as they're examining it thoughtfully. It's when the door opens that they set it down and extend a hand in greeting.]

Welcome, Connor-san. It's a pleasure to see you today. [Please have a seat.]

Connor!

[Does Justice sound more and more desperate and relieved every time he sees Connor? Hard to say, but he does zoom in to give him a hug this time. Sorry, Connor.]

[When Connor enters the studio, Love is very solemn as she greets him instead of the bubbly personality she was on Monday.]

Connor-san. Hey. It's nice to see you.

[In the lab, Justice is rifling through the deck of cards that Connor sent him in the offering dish.]

...do you know how to play?

[Back in his East Wing creation once again, Indulgence seems to practically be asleep as he lounges in one of his hammocks. Still, he raises an arm lazily when Connor approaches, to show he's paying attention.]

What a day, right?

[When Connor enters the private study, Piety is facing the fireplace...his mask in his hand. Of course, from that angle, all he can see is the back of his head, so before anything else, he speaks.]

I'd like to keep this off now, if you wouldn't mind...especially after last night. If it makes you uncomfortable, though, I'll put it back on.

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