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“No, you can’t get a dancing monkey with the ship’s money.” Molly said to whoever came by her, keeping up the act, even though she’d really want to see a dancing monkey too. She held a little pouch as she sat by a table, being labelled the purser for this game, not really wanting to throw herself into the sea of people anytime soon. But it wasn’t too hard though, basically like handling the production money whenever someone wants to buy something ridiculous like a 40 bucks Starbucks drink.

“Come to thee by the bar! Clean your sins and repent in thy holy water, our lord and saviour of alcohol goodness will give thou hope ..and... all that jazz.” Aiden tried to get himself in the mood of the game having been slapped a sticker for being Chaplain, wearing his glasses and trying to look a bit more.. holy. It was so strange, and highly amusing for him to be some holy religious presence but he’ll roll with it. As much as he could while still working at the bar. He’s kinda stuck here right now, making our lord and saviour alcohol offerings, so hopefully people come up to him instead.