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"Good morning," Hannibal began when they were all present. "Today we will once again be experiencing a manmade curiosity. In the thirteenth century, the abbot of the Sedlec Cistercian Monastery brought back soil from the holy land, prompting a great number of the faithful to want to be buried in the church. As has happened in other places, once there was no further room for burial, the bones were kept in an ossuary nearby."

//From the outside, it doesn't look like much,// Jono said, hands in his pockets, looking over the faces of the students for any signs that anybody might be uncomfortable with today's trip. It wasn't exactly a cheery vacation destination, however fascinating it seemed to himself and Hannibal, after all. //It's just a small old church, more or less. The inside is… a little bit more striking. The bones were stored there, yes, but there were so many of them, a woodcarver was hired to put them in some sort of order. The result was… rather spectacular, if macabre.//

"If at any point you feel unable to remain with us," no pun intended, naturally, "there is a nearby gift shop, or you can wander the small town. Though we will be in the Czech Republic, so unless you speak Czech, I recommend you not go too far," Hannibal cautioned.

Jono was still briefly tempted to elbow Hannibal for that completely-unintentional-honest pun all the same. Honestly, Hannibal.

//If you're exceptionally uncomfortable and would rather not wander alone, feel free to grab me,// Jono added, just to be on the safe side. //I'd rather not have anybody doing anything they're really not okay with today, especially given that these are actual human remains we're dealing with. For those who do stick around… no touching, please. Because, again, human remains. Respect for this history and the people involved in it above all else, while we're out today.//

"And whether you are awestruck, horrified, or any combination thereof, we hope that it inspires you," Hannibal said.

He led them through the portal, which let them out in the charming little cemetery surrounding the chapel. It was a lovely day.

[OOC: OCD up! Also, a warning, links lead to photos of (very artistically arranged) human bones. Click at your own discretion!]

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"True. The bones were moved at least once before they were placed here," Hannibal pointed out, "and there's no telling how the artist worked - he may have separated them into piles by size or shape so he would know what materials he had to work with."

He smiled up at Alluka. "If you prefer that, I say we declare it to be from the same person. Nobody can say for certain that it isn't, after all."

She clapped her hands together, and nodded.

"Then it's from the same person," Alluka decided happily. "And, wow! I didn't even think about how they'd have to be moved, but I guess they couldn't have all died here."

... Yes, she'd been working off of that assumption.

"No." Hannibal chuckled. That would have been very sloppy of someone. "These people came from all over Europe, wanting to be buried here because of the holiness of the ground. After they were buried long enough and nothing but bones, the bones were disinterred and stacked up so they'd take less space. Then they were used to make this."

"Ooooooooooooh."

Alluka thought about that as she looked for the incus. Just one bone left to find out of the three.

Then she looked down at Hannibal and said brightly, "It would have been faster just to kill them all, if they'd wanted to make this."

That was true enough, yes.

It would, yes.

"I don't think they began with this in mind," Hannibal pointed out. "These people died over several centuries; they originally intended for everybody simply to be buried."

"I suppose so," she said agreeably. It wasn't like she knew better. "Is a century a really long time? People sleep for centuries in some of my fairytales, and it seems like a long time, but then they never age. It's funny."

"A century is one hundred years," Hannibal said. He was somewhat surprised she didn't know that, but he kept it to himself. "So, long enough that most people would age. But fairy tales often deal with magic, so perhaps that keeps them from aging."

"I knew that," she said, giggling. "But I don't know how long that feels."

She was pretty bad at time. It came from sitting in her room without clocks for years and years.

"Ah, I see," Hannibal said. "Well, very few people live to be one century old. I am half a century myself. Think of how long it took you to become ten, and then multiply that by ten," he suggested. "Or think of it as roughly thirty-six thousand five hundred days."

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