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Our lady of Fandom; Sunday [7/30]

Her hangover now mostly cleared up, Rosette was looking forward to exploring the town a little bit. She particularly wanted to see what sorts of restaurants could be found. Her missionary pay was pretty impressive, and she was looking forward to mercilessly squandering it. But Chrono would have none of it.

"You can't go out on a Sunday! It's the most important day! You should stay here; I know it's been boring around here, but it's Sunday."

Rosette scoffed. "Psh. Chrono, this church caters to all faiths, and some faiths don't even consider Sunday their holiest day. Sometimes it's Saturday...and there's probably a Wednesday one in there, too."

"But yours is Sunday."

So, begrudgingly, she stayed, and polished candlesticks. She wasn't going anywhere near the baptismal fount; it had been jerry-rigged enough that it was contained, if still broken.

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River entered the church. She wasn't a particularly religious person, but churches made her think od Shepherd Book, and he was very comforting. If there was a God River thought it would be nice if he was like Book, minus the scary hair.

She took a seat in one of the pews.

Rosette nearly dropped the candlestick she was polishing; in it's attempt to decend, she tried to catch it, in what turned out looking like a fantic attempt to juggle. But the candlestick was safe, Rosette grinned sheepishly, and set it on the table. Holy shit, Chrono was right. People did come to church on Sunday around her.

She gave the girl (who really couldn't have been that much younger than Rosette at all) a smile, not wanting to interupt her if she were praying. "If you need anything, dear," she tried to sound contrite and sweet and, most importantly, holy, "just let me know."

River looked up at the woman, tears in her eyes. "I killed Proty," she whispered.

Rosette blinked, straightening. Looked like she was in for more than just a Sunday prayer session. Or even just the average confession. But she could handle this, no problem. And, if she couldn't, then, well, that's what God was for, right? ...Right. She swallowed hard before sliding into the pew beside the girl.

"Who's Proty?" she asked quietly, non-judgemental. "And why did you kill him?"

"Proty's an octopus." River was still whispering. "I painted him. On a wall. Then I threw a knife and it hit him in the eye." She hid her face in her palm.

It took a moment for Rosette to process this, and she frowned. And then she shifted her eyes toward Chrono for help, only to see that he had conveniently busied himself with some random task at the other side of the church. Rosette sighed; she supposed the church wasn't just a shelter for just sinners and the faithful, but also for the mentally insane.

Either that or this girl was just a little punk who was trying to make fun of the drunk nun. Which the church was definately not a shelter for. But she seemed sincere. Very sincere. Disraught, even, which made Rosette feel bad for doubting her.

Sister Rosette chewed her lip a little, considering before speaking. "Well...are you certain a knife to the eye killed him? I imagine it would only render him blind" She smiled lightly, setting a consolling hand on the girl's shoulder. "But I don't really know that much about octopuses...octopii..." She bites her lip again.

"I think he's dead. And I killed him. It hurts." River looked at the nun through her tears. "They did something to my head that made me kill Proty."

This was getting much more difficult to understand. "Who're they?"

Even though she was quite upset and a little lost in her mind, River could sense the confusion the little nun felt. "Sory, sorry," she mumbled, shaking her head.

Rosette flinched, another wave of guilt and distress hitting her. This girl was looking for help, and she wasn't doing a very good job of providing it. She drew in a deep breath.

"There's no need to apologize; I'm sorry I can't be more help. But...well, was Proty a good octopus?"

"He looked after the little fish around him," River replied, smiling sadly. "He made me happy when I saw him."

Rosette returned the small smile. "Sounds like a very good octopus, then, and he's probably in a very good place right now, looking after lots of little fish and continuing to make other people happy. And I assume that you are remorseful for killing him, right? If not, you certainly do a good job of pretending you are..."

...She couldn't believe she was saying this...

"It was an accident," River whispered. "At least I think it was. I wouldn't... have done that. Would I?" Could some part of her do a thing like that?

Rosette's eyes drifted across the room before she answered the girl, to where Chrono was idly keeping up his chores, oblivious to the small encounter in the pew. They remained there as she spoke softly, thoughtfully. "Sometimes, we do things that we don't mean or that we can't truly understand the reprecussions of, but, so long as we truly seek forgiveness for our mistakes, we will find it. As long as the remorse is in our hearts..."

She turned back with a light smile, eyes a little watery. She couldn't believe all this crazy talk about dead painted octopii was making her nearly cry. "I'm sure Proty understands that, too."

The nun did sound a little like Shepherd Book. It made her smile a little. "Thank you. For listening."

Rosette shrugged, smiling back, hoping her little sigh of relief wasn't too obvious. Looks like she'd done it! She'd bullshitted her way successfully through her first confession. And what a doozy. "Hey, no problem. It's what I'm here for."

Father Remington would be proud. Or so she hoped.

River suddenly reached out and gave the nun a hug. Then she rose and headed for the door.

It still hurt. But she didn't fear anymore that something inside her had wanted to kill Proty.

Ranma was taking a new route back to the dorms today. He spoted a fancy looking building he'd never seen before and he stood outside trying to recall what that kind of building was called. As he took steps towards the door he remembered it was called a chruch and nearly turned and left at that. But he got a bit curious and stuck his head inside to look.

Sister Rosette winced at the sound of the main doors opening; they obviously had gotten little use and she'd definately have to pick up some grease for them because, yeah, that squeaking will be very difficult to handle with a hangover.

She gave the Japanese boy who stuck his head in a smile, pulling up some line that sounded holy and nice. "You're welcome to come in; this house of God is open to all."

What religion did Japanese people follow? Maybe he was just curious and didn't really want anything from her. But, whatever it might be, it couldn't be any worse than the death of a painted octopus.

"Hello there miss. I was just looking I guess. Never seen a church before. Sorry for bothering you." He bows in his still unerasable Japanese habitual way.

"Oh, believe me, you're not bothering me at all." Rosette waved a dismissive hand and chuckled a little. "By all means, come on in, have a look around. The only thing I've got to do is either keep polishing these candlesticks or fix that thing," she tossed her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the broken baptismal fount. "I'm Sister Rosette, by the way, and the purple-haired fellow polishing the windows is Chrono."

Chrono waved, then went back his work digilently.

"Oh... if you insist..." He's too polite to refuse an invitation. "Have you been here... long?" He takes a cautious step in and looks around.

"Nope," Rosette brushed her hands together and settled them on her hips, grinning as she gave an industrious look around the church. As if she'd done a lot of work since she'd gotten here. Breaking a baptismal fount? Totally hard work. "Just rolled into town on....Was is Thursday, Chrono?"

"Yup, Thursday."

She nodded. "Thursday." Her grin was a little embarrassed now, because she realized that she was having a little trouble with days due to her "discovery" about prohibition.

"Oh. Well you might want to get used to it being a bit boring. Fandom is strange but... it's usually quiet."

"Thank God prohibition's over then, right? Haha!" Rosette gave him a playful wink. "That might explain why you're just drifting around, poking your head into churches. What's yer name, kid?"

"Prohibition...?" He stares for a minute looking adorably confused. "I'm Ranma Saotome."

((And incidentally John's taking this boy out drinking soon. You should try to get in on the action somehow. He'll be all silly.))

"It's nice to meet you, Ranma." Rosette snerked a little; it's a funny name. "And there used to be a law in America where it was illegal to sell alcohol, but, apparantly, they got rid of it." She gave him a thumbs-up sign. "Good to know they came to their sense, huh?"

"John was talking to me about that I guess. I don't drink so I guess I don't know." He tries to smile at her.

"That's good!" Rosette proclaimed, recalling that she probably shouldn't be advocating drinking, anyway, especially for underaged kids. "Drinking is bad." She nodded sagely.

"If you're not from America where are you from anyways?" He just relized that.

"Oh, I am from America," Rosette grinned; no one had bothered talking with her enough for her to brag about this, so she was pretty thrilled, not even bothering to think that others might not believe it. She hadn't, after all, not at first. "Just eighty years back. I'm about as American as they come, homegrown wilderness stock!" Another wink. She didn't care what that stupid Satella always said; Rosette was pretty proud of where she came from.

"So you... time travel...? You don't look 80 to me. No offense."

Rosette laughed. "Why would I take offense to you saying I don't look eighty? And, normally, I don't time travel; this is just a...special case. I need to finish my missionary work before I can become a full sister, and I guess Sister Kate figured this was the best place to send me. I still don't know how she did it, but...here I am! It's kind of exciting!"

Again, she laughed at the age comment, a full-fledged guffaw, having to lean on a pew as she clenched her stomach and caught her breath. "Eighty! Hehehe, oh, that's good. I'm only eighteen. I probably won't even make it to thirty, much less eighty."

"Why... wouldn't you live past 30? You seem healthy to me." He's really embarassed at being laughed at.

Rosette's chuckling cut off quickly. Oh, crap! She didn't mean to let something like that slip out. She gulped, straightening her shoulders.

And then laughed again, nervous and obviously forced. She gave her hand another dismissive wave, eyes drifting away as she tried to cover her butt. "Oh, you know, this and that. The life of a nun, you know, if pretty hard on a girl, haha!"

"Polishing.. things...? Really?"

Rosette scowled at him, about ready to go into a big rant about how, hey, it's not easy trying to holy and contrite and taking a vow of chastity, but she simply sighed heavily and tried a different approach. "Would it help if I explained that I'm a part of a special Order that takes care of excorsisms and demons? My life usually ain't standing around cleaning candlesticks, you know."

He looks a bit stung, he didn't mean to doubt her. "Hey... I didn't mean to call you a liar or anything... But there aren't too many demons around... other than Bel ~~and the girl I'm madly in love with...~~"

"WHAT?" Rosette's arms instantly flailed until they found a sort of defensive position, reacting as if Ranma had just told her that he himself was a demon. "There are demons here? CHRONO!"

It didn't take long for Chrono to drift over once he had heard where the conversation was headed. He moved behind Rosette, setting a hand on her shoulders. She instantly relaxed. "Calm down now, Rosette. You should know better than anyone that some demons are nothing to be worried about. I'm sure this...Bel, you said? Is no exception to some of the other reformed demons we know..."

"Yeah! Bel's not bad or anything! He's really polite and nice. Honest."

"See, Rosette?" Chrono grinned almost impishly. "Besides, I think I'd recognize the name if it were something to worry about."

Reluctantly, Rosette nodded, fingers wrapping around her chin thoughtfully. "I guess so...And I guess a random demon in an institution where one doesn't particularlly see demons isn't that odd of an occurance...." Her eyes narrowed, shifting toward Chrono a bit, who chuckled lightly. It wasn't quite a laughing matter, but he almost wanted to hug her for that one.

All of this is lost on our hero. He smiles and nods a bit...

"Ah, well," Rosette heaved a sigh, "I suppose that, if anything, if he does start acting up, it'll give me something better to do than cleaning house, right?"

[[bedtime]]

"I... guess." Ranma feels a bit bad about telling her he's a demon. Poor Bel didn't deserve to be harassed by... this nun thing.

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