CHATTY: "And are you Gesús guys doing all that cult stuff, then? Incense burning and rituals and ceremonies?" Jack grimaces.
"What, inhalations, smoke and mirrors? No, my friend. That is not religion, that is mysticism. Putting on a show before your believers that the voice behind the curtain while you're high on synthetic vapors is your lord and sacviour? That's domain of subversive, destructive cults and scam-based megachurches. We don't do that. That kind of scheming would endanger the lives of our folk, and that is against the Dragon's wishes." He takes a sip of his drink, then sets the empty glass down.
"From our church the faithful can get morality guidelines, the datapad of prayers, and entry into our registers so that when they get in trouble, they can always seek sanctuary amongst their fellow worshippers or in a registered congregation. What our worshippers drink and snort is not our problem, but if they break our rules under influence, then they do become our problem, and we kick them out." With a huff, Jack pushes the empty glass towards you.
"A glass of Asteroids, please." You nod and prepare the tank glass, filling it with crushed ice, and pour Sucrosol and Martian into the glass, serving it to Jack, who lets you scan his credchip again. (+71c)
Today Earnings: 447c
Monthly Earnings: 3262c
Jack takes a sip and smacks his lips in contentedness.
A) CHATTY: "You seem to know a lot about the Rag'n'Rock cult. You hear about them a lot in your travels?"
B) FLIRTY: "You appear so slick and fashionable in that black outfit of yours, you look like a model, for reals~"
C) "Why did you call your spaceship 'Matilda'?"
D) "How does one join the Church of Gesús?"