henhursthall | eggster service & egg hunt

happy eggster!

what's up? Today is a very special day. While humans celebrate Easter, the fowl of Henhurst's flock are celebrating Eggster: a most holy day when a half-human, half-chicken prophet named Gallus (that's Chicken Jesus' name, as it turns out) unified both sides by sharing the bounty of eggs he had miraculously produced. Or, at least, that's what some residents might be able to glean from the Eggster pamphlet they were handed before the service. It's written in Chicken Scratch, but there are illustrations inside depicting the Story of Eggster.

There are quite a few people and chickens that residents have never seen before gathered here today to pay their respects. (The humans, though, seem more interested in seeing the miraculous weeping statue of Gallus for themselves.)

Father Peck leads a very somber sermon and ends the service with a heartfelt rendition of Avian Maria. Communion is given in the form of one raw egg: line up before Father Peck with egg in hand so that he may crack open the top of the shell and ye may partake in its Yolky Goodness.

After examining their conscience and telling Gallus of their sorrow, congregants may go into the confessional to have a heart-to-heart with Sister Dulcinea so that she may judge the weight of their sins.

Brunch is served, but it's chicken feed based. Not that that'd ever stop most of the residents here from partaking in a feast.

The egg hunt takes place at noon. A few of the eggs have special prizes inside, and the person who collects the most eggs is crowned Hen Excellency. Sian Fletcher, if she participates, finds fifty galleons in the very first egg she cracks open. (How did that even fit inside?)

locations! ⬦ THE CHURCH: Sermon, hymns, communion, feed brunch, selfies with the weeping Gallus statue... all the magic happens here!

⬦ THE CONFESSION BOOTH: Have something to confess? Slip into the confessional -- which has a divider that looks an awful lot like chicken wire-- and confide in Sister Dulcinea (a Miracle Chicken born of an unfertilized egg). She'll tell you how many Hen Mary's your penance will be by writing it on a piece of paper in her best Chicken Scratch. Of course, humans and chickens have very different ideas about what sins are, but she'll try to do her best!
Characters who RNG the most and fewest Hen Mary’s will win a “prize." (This section is run by Ben! Thank you, Ben!)

⬦ THE EGG HUNT: The Egg Hunt takes place on all floors of Henhurst, including the garden and outside the building within the bounds of the property line. Some of the eggs contain prizes inside, but most of them just contain yolk. The only way to find out is to crack 'em open!

The person who collects the most eggs is crowned Hen Excellency. How far are they willing to go to win the title?

⬦ ELSEWHERE: Catch-all for other scenes that don't really fit into the other categories.

⬦ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

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"Boredom, someone dared them to, they were drunk and thought it sounded funny," Corrie says promptly - and a little too loudly: someone turns to shush her. She rolls her eyes and drops her voice again, leaning forward to compensate. "Psychology experiment about how quickly people accept whatever explanation they're given. Or about following instructions even if the person ordering you's an animal."

She shrugs. People do loads of things for loads of reasons. It's less clear to her why anyone's going along with it. "Maybe they're mind-controlling anyone who goes in to confess," she adds off-handedly.

While Corrie rolls her eyes at the irritated parishioner, Criswell winces and slumps down in the pew. Perhaps they should take this outside. Before he can make this suggestion, however, the girl continues in a whisper. He glances briefly in the direction of the confessionals, then back at her, his unease becoming even more obvious.

"...That...can't be true."

Right?

Too late, Corrie realizes her mistake: mind-control is way too intense a suggestion for Criswell Trelawney. This should have been obvious.

"It's not," she says -- too fast this time. "I'm sure. Pointless anyway, since the ones going in are gonna be the ones that believe anyway, right?"

That's not enough. "I'll prove it," she adds. "I'll go in there myself once Peck's done."

This prompts Criswell to straighten again and he comes perilously close to responding at normal volume, only catching himself at the last moment. He doesn't quite stop himself from making a small grab for her wrist, though. "I'm sure you're right," he whispers back, "But. Just in case. Maybe...don't. Do that."

This was clearly not as reassuring as she'd hoped it would be. The problem is, now she's said it she kinda... actually wants to do it. Not just to show him it's fine, but to see what it's like and what she can get away with. Curse her flippant mouth for giving her brain ideas.

"It'll be fine!" she says, patting his hand with her spare one. (Why would it be fine? Think of something that isn't just dismissive or telling him to calm down, that's never worked with anyone ever.) "My brother always says no one could ever make me do anything so I doubt they'd have any easier a time. And even if they did, it'd be really easy to tell I was under control. I'm the perfect person to test it!"

eggster service & egg hunt

THE CHURCH: Corrie the Skeptic & Cris the Shaken

THE CHURCH: Corrie the Skeptic & Cris the Shaken

THE CHURCH: Corrie the Skeptic & Cris the Shaken

THE CHURCH: Corrie the Skeptic & Cris the Shaken

THE CHURCH: Corrie the Skeptic & Cris the Shaken