#CODE;ENGLISH;FRENCH;GERMAN;;SPANISH;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_hold_magdalene_feast;Hold a Magdalene Feast;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_hold_magdalene_feast_desc;Open the hall to the baptized and keep it through the night as the Order keeps a feast: food, confession, and the flesh given as charity.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_hold_magdalene_summer_fair;Hold a Magdalene Summer Fair;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_hold_magdalene_summer_fair_desc;Raise the Order's tents among the summer stalls. Hospitality, spectacle, and sacred service are offered in daylight to those already inside the faith.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.continue;Continue...;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

#Magdalene Feast
ggsmfest.1.desc;The hall is already warm when you take your place. Rose oil, roast meat, and the smell of clean skin hang under the beams. Catholic guests fill the benches: sisters in open harness, baptized men and women who know the rule and have come anyway.\n\nA senior sister lifts a cup. Matthew 7:6 is spoken once, not as a scold but as the fence around the table. The pearls stay inside the Church. After that there is bread, wine, and the understanding that tonight charity will not stop at the bowl.\n\nThe first course is still being carved when the courtesans begin to move.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.2.desc;The sacred courtesans take the floor before the second course is cleared. Harnesses, veils, and bare skin catch the lamp-light. They do not dance for coin. They dance the way the Order teaches: as invitation with a rule behind it.\n\nA baptized guest is drawn up, kissed, stripped to the waist, and seated again flushed and laughing. Another is led behind the screens and comes back slower, mouth wet, eyes bright. You are handed a cup and a look that is not a question.\n\nBy the time the meat is gone the hall has stopped pretending this is only supper. The courtesans have opened the revel, and the guests have remembered what they came for.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.3.desc;The sisters do not wait for a private room. Benches are pushed back. Skirts are lifted. A Confessor seats herself on the high table, thighs open, and takes a baptized guest in full view while the hall keeps eating as if this were a hymn they already know.\n\nYou are pulled into it whether you meant to lead or only watch. Hands find your harness. A mouth finds your breast. Someone kneels between your knees and stays there until your voice breaks over the noise of cups.\n\nThe spectacle is the point. In this Church lust is already holy. The Order only insists that holiness be seen, named, and kept among the baptized.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.4.desc;Before the revel is allowed to run, the screens come out. Carnal confession first. A guest kneels, then is laid back, then is opened with fingers and tongue until the careful story she brought falls apart and the true one comes out of her in gasps.\n\nYou hear two of them yourself. One clings to an old chastity and calls it piety; you fuck that out of her until she can say the commandment without lying. The other names every appetite except the one that matters. You do not stop until she does.\n\nWhen the screens come down the hall is quieter, wetter, and ready. Absolution has been given. The feast can proceed.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.5.desc;Lots are drawn from a bowl of ribbons. No one is asked whether they are shy. A baptized man draws your colour and grins like a boy who has been allowed at the altar. A sister draws another and pulls her down onto the nearest bench without leaving the hall.\n\nThe games are simple and filthy. Who lasts. Who comes first. Who can keep a cup steady while being used. You lose one and win one and stop keeping score when a mouth and a cock and a sister's hand are all busy at once.\n\nLaughter keeps breaking over the sex. That is the Order's trick. Desire is not made solemn by being hidden. It is made solemn by being shared on purpose.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.6.desc;The tables lose. Platters go to the walls. The hall becomes one wide bed with cups still standing in the corners. Catholic guests take and are taken without leaving their names behind. A sister rides a guest while feeding him bread. Another holds you open for whoever the lot sent next.\n\nYou lose track of whose mouth is whose. Oil, wine, and spend slick the floorboards. Someone says an Alleluia into your throat and means it. Matthew 7:6 still holds: no unbaptized flesh gets through the door. Inside the door there is no further ration.\n\nBy the time the lamps smoke, the revel has stopped being a sequence of acts and become the air itself.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.7.desc;Not every mercy tonight is a cunt. Baskets come in: bread, fruit, folded cloth, small coins for the House. Guests who have already been served come back with gifts in their hands and oil still on their mouths.\n\nYou move through the quieter work. A widow is fed and then held. A nervous clerk is washed, kissed, and sent to a sister who will take him slowly. You take one guest yourself in a side chamber, unhurried, until he shakes and pays and thanks Magdalene instead of you.\n\nThe hall smells of roast and sex and roses. Hospitality, in the Order, is allowed to mean all of it at once.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.8.desc;The last rite is public on purpose. You take the high place, or you give it to a Courtesan if rank demands, and the remaining guests come up as if the table were an altar. Mouths, hands, cocks, the sisters' rods: the hall finishes as it began, with the body offered where everyone can see.\n\nWhen the last of them spends, the blessing is short. Magdalene's mercy was given. The pearls stayed inside the Church. The floor will have to be washed.\n\nCups are raised once more. Guests find their cloaks and their dignity in the wrong order. The feast is closed. The House keeps the heat.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.8.a;Close the feast;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.9.desc;[From.GetTitledFirstName] writes from the House. The Order of the Sacred Magdalene will keep a feast, and you are named among the baptized who may sit it.\n\nThe letter does not pretend the night is only meat and wine. Confession will be heard with the body. Charity will be given with the body. Matthew 7:6 is restated once: the pearls stay inside the Church.\n\nA place is being kept for you if you come.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.9.a;I will sit the feast;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.9.b;I must decline;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.11.desc;The hall smells of roses and roast when you are shown in. [From.GetTitledFirstName] has already taken a place. Sisters in open harness move between the benches with cups and with looks that are not questions.\n\nYou are seated among the baptized. Bread is put in your hand. A mouth is put much closer than court manners allow. No one asks whether you understood the letter. The feast has begun, and you are inside it.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.11.a;Then I am here;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.12.desc;[From.GetTitledFirstName] sends regrets. The Magdalene feast will go on without [From.GetHerHim].;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.12.a;The hall will still fill;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.13.desc;A sister finds you before the night is half spent. There is no corridor conversation. She takes your cup, takes your mouth, and then takes you against the nearest upright beam while the hall keeps eating.\n\nYou last as long as pride allows and then not at all. She thanks Magdalene rather than you, wipes her mouth, and leaves you to find your bench again with your clothes only mostly restored.\n\n[From.GetTitledFirstName]'s feast does not require your dignity. It requires that you were baptized and that you came.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.13.a;So this is hospitality;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.14.desc;The screens come down and the hall becomes an altar whether you were ready or not. You are drawn forward, knelt, opened, and heard. The sin you meant to offer is not the one that comes out of you.\n\nA sister works you through it with her hand and then her mouth until the true account arrives and you spend it into the open air like a prayer you did not plan to say in company.\n\nAbsolution lands hot. Someone hands you wine. The revel continues as if this were the ordinary middle of a Catholic supper.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.14.a;I have been heard;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.15.desc;Morning finds the hall wrecked and blessed. You leave with oil on your collar, a used look you will not get past a chaplain, and the sense that [From.GetTitledFirstName] kept the rule: the pearls stayed inside the Church.\n\nThe road home is long enough to remember what was done to you and what you did back. Magdalene's feast does not follow you. The ache does.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.15.a;I was well kept;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

#Magdalene Summer Fair
ggsmfest.20.desc;The summer fair is already loud when the Order's tents go up. Smoke, sugar, horse-sweat, and rose oil mix in the heat. Catholic banners mark the pavilion so no one can claim they wandered in by accident.\n\nA sister at the rope repeats the only rule that matters. The pearls stay inside the Church. The unbaptized may buy bread at the edge. They may not come through.\n\nInside, the stalls are already being arranged: bath, confession screen, courtesans' couch, a space of packed earth for the procession. The day is long. The Order means to use all of it.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.21.desc;The courtesans' pavilion is canvas, cushions, and a bowl of coins that is not the point. Baptised visitors duck the flap and find sisters already oiled, already waiting, already reciting the rule with their mouths against a throat.\n\nYou take a turn on the couch. A merchant's wife pays and then forgets the coin the moment you put her on her back. A priest lasts longer than his homily and leaves walking carefully. Between them you drink water and wipe your mouth and nod the next guest in.\n\nOutside, children shout at a puppet stall. Inside the rope, charity is wet, named, and finished before the next customer clears his throat.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.22.desc;The procession does not stay in the tent. Sisters walk the fair-path in harness and little else, crowned, oiled, openly wet where the work has already started. Baptised watchers make a lane. Everyone else is held at the rope.\n\nYou are put at the front or pulled into the middle. Hands reach from the crowd and are allowed, within the rule. A mouth finds you standing. You come once against a post with the fair still selling honey two stalls away.\n\nExhibition is the sermon. This Church already blesses lust. The Order only shows it in daylight so no one can keep calling it a private vice.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.23.desc;The bath-tent steams. Boards are laid with bread, fruit, and cold wine. Sisters wash the baptized as they come in from the dust: hair, backs, the grit at the fold of a knee, then lower, slower, until washing becomes the first mercy of the afternoon.\n\nYou take a guest into the water and keep him there until he spends against your stomach and has to be helped to the bench. Another woman is fed by hand and then taken on the same bench without bothering to dry her.\n\nHospitality looks ordinary until it does not. That is how the Houses prefer it.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.24.desc;The confession screen is only a screen. The fair can hear. That is intended. A baptized man kneels, then cannot stay kneeling. You open him with your mouth until the sin he meant to offer is replaced by the one he is actually committing, and he names it.\n\nA woman lasts longer. She wants to confess appetite as if it were still a wound. In this Church it is not. You make her say so with your fingers in her, then with the rod, until she comes and the theology finally matches the sound she makes.\n\nPublic absolution. The queue does not thin. Grace, today, has a line.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.25.desc;The dancing-ground is packed earth and a drum. Sisters dance first. Then guests are pulled in, stripped as far as the heat allows, and judged with the kind of honesty that would be cruel if this Church still thought beauty was a snare.\n\nYou dance. You are watched. You are scored by laughter and by where the coins land. A contest of breasts, of mouths, of who can keep a rhythm with a hand between her legs, ends with the winner taken on the same packed earth while the drum keeps time.\n\nIt is vulgar. It is also liturgy. Magdalene never asked the faithful to be tasteful.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.26.desc;A Kept Mercy has been brought out under a canvas shade, pale and gleaming, coiled on a carpet like a guest who does not need a chair. Baptised watchers stop pretending they came for the honey-stall.\n\nIf the Mercy is yours, it already knows your wrist. It behaves. Mostly. A limb accepts a shy hand, then a bolder one, then draws you in close enough that the fair can see you are not afraid of what chose you. If it is another sister's, you keep the crowd from reaching past the rule.\n\nThey will call it a marvel. The Order calls it a gift. Either way, the tent never empties.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.27.desc;Evening takes the fair. Lamps go up. The last baptized guests are called into the open for the closing revel: mouths, hips, the remaining strength in a day's bodies. You take and are taken in the trampled grass while the unbaptized hear enough from beyond the rope to know they were not invited.\n\nThe blessing is brief. Magdalene was honoured. The pearls stayed inside the Church. The tents will come down in the morning.\n\nCoin has been counted. The capital will remember the noise. You walk back to the House slick, tired, and publicly kept.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.27.a;Close the fair;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.30.desc;[From.GetTitledFirstName] writes that the Order will raise its tents at the summer fair. You are named among the baptized who may come inside the rope.\n\nThe letter is plain about the work. There will be a pavilion, a procession, baths, confession heard with the body. Matthew 7:6 is the fence. The unbaptized may buy bread at the edge. They may not come through.\n\nA place is being kept if you come.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.30.a;I will come inside the rope;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.30.b;I must decline;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.31.desc;[From.GetTitledFirstName] will not attend the Magdalene fair.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.31.a;The tents will still fill;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.32.desc;The rope is real. Beyond it the fair is only sugar and dust. Inside it, [From.GetTitledFirstName]'s sisters have already oiled their hands.\n\nYou are marked as baptized and waved through. A cup is put in your palm. A look is put on you that court never quite manages. The day has started, and you have chosen the side of the rope that does not sell honey.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.32.a;Then I am inside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.33.desc;The pavilion flap falls behind you. A sister does not ask what you can pay first. She puts you on the couch, opens your clothes, and takes you with the unhurried competence of someone who has already done this six times since Terce.\n\nYou spend sooner than you meant to. She blesses Magdalene, wipes her mouth, and nods the next guest in while you are still finding your belt.\n\nOutside, someone laughs at a puppet. Inside, you have been served.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.33.a;The coin was not the point;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.34.desc;They do not take you behind canvas for this one. The confession is a screen and a crowd. You kneel because that is the posture, then cannot keep it when a sister's mouth makes a liar of the speech you prepared.\n\nWhat comes out of you is not the sin you packed for the journey. It is the one you are committing in front of the fair. She does not stop until you have named it and finished it.\n\nAbsolution is public. So is the walk back to the stalls.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.34.a;The fair heard me;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.35.desc;The lamps are down and the grass is ruined. You leave [From.GetTitledFirstName]'s fair with dust on your shoes, oil on your skin, and a day's worth of charity still aching where it was given.\n\nThe unbaptized at the rope watched enough to know they were not invited. You were. That is the whole theology, and it will follow you home whether you want the sermon or only the bruise.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmfest.35.a;I was inside the rule;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

#Decision Keys
ggsm_hold_magdalene_feast;Hold a Magdalene Feast;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_hold_magdalene_feast_desc;Spend Grace to open the hall to your baptized vassals. The Order keeps a feast of food, carnal confession, and the flesh given as charity. Matthew 7:6 is the fence: the pearls stay inside the Church. Invitations go out at once. The revel follows when the answers have arrived.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_hold_magdalene_summer_fair;Hold a Magdalene Summer Fair;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_hold_magdalene_summer_fair_desc;Spend Grace to raise the Order tents at the summer fair. Baptised vassals may come inside the rope for hospitality, spectacle, and sacred service in daylight. The unbaptized remain at the edge. Invitations go out at once. The fair opens when the answers have arrived.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_feast_grace_cost;Grace;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_fair_grace_cost;Grace;;;;;;;;;;;;;x