fandomtownies | Our Lady of Fandom; Friday Afternoon.

Of course, Rosette slept in. Sure, Virginia wasn't too far away from New York, but when you threw eighty years into the mix, it made for a long trip. Stepping up from the basement, she lets out a long, noisy, stretchy yawn, scratching at her stomach and smacking her lips a little. Wonder where a girl could get some good breakfast around here. The communion wafers and wine she'd found in storage probably wouldn't suffice. Well, maybe the wine. But it was probably just grape juice.

She drifted across the church, thinking how this was going to be the most boring job ever, and suddenly got splashed in the face with a stream of water. And quickly snapped into the realization that, oh, my God! The baptismal fount was still broken! After a minor scene of flailing and yelling and more flailing, Rosette grudgingly plops down before it with the materials she'd picked up yesterday and tries to fix it. Which leaves a very disgruntled and wet nun.

"If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have bothered with a shower this morning," she mumbles, occationally interspersing her nonsensical grumblings with language that should probably never be used in a chuch.

[[Rosette's available for all your spiritual needs...or nonspiritual. Whatever. :) And now even posted properly, hoorah.]]