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The Park; Wednesday Afternoon

Chrono was testing out the organ today, so Sister Rosette evacuated the church immediately. She didn't know if it was broken or what, but that thing sounded God-awful and she couldn't stand to be in that place, with it echoing so perfectly off the walls and giving her a headache and ugh. Whoever thought the organ was a good instrument for worship must have been deaf...

So she stopped by at All and Sundries to get a soccer ball and set to idly practising some footwork across the park, doing some fancy knee and head bounces, and generally having a good time. Especially since there was no Sister Kate to come out and yell at her on how soccer was neither ladylike nor holy.

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Jane is snoring away sitting under a tree and curled up with a bottle.

Rosette was attempting a very difficult move, hoping the it didn't end her new ball up in the duck pond. She bounced it several times off her head, then quickly let it drop, pulling back her leg and smashing it with a super-hard kick.

Her intention, of course, was to have it go between the two trees she'd designated as goalposts. But, just as naturally, she'd missed her goal. It ended up hitting one of the trees; the rebound sent it right into Jane.

Eep! Well, Rosette hadn't noticed her; maybe Jane wouldn't notice the ball.

It's difficult to not notice a ball as it bounces off your head.

Her reaction is slightly delayed however. She just sits there for a moment and then snorts and looks around, tilting her head back because her hat is still over her eyes.

"Eh? Who dat!?"

Rosette winced and had a delayed reaction of her own. "Umm..." She cupped a hand around her mouth as she called out, "Head's up!"

She rushed over. "Sorry, sorry! That thing's got a mind of its own, or something..."

"That's alright I guess," she said rolling over and pushing up her hat with the hand that's gripping her bottle.

"I know what that's like... Holy shit it's a nun!"

Rosette's arms flailed over her head, expecting a ruler to come smashing down on her noggin at any minute. Wide eyed and panicked, she carefully looked up through her defenses, "Oh my God! Where?"

...and then she realized, straightening with a nervous laugher and a finger pointed at herself. "Hehehe, oh, you mean me, don't you?"

".... Yeeeeah." Jane said pulling herself more or less into an upright sitting position and making sure her bottle didn't spill.

"Did you forget?"

Rosette grinned bashfully as she scratched at the back of her head, and then sheepishly adjusted her veil. "Yeeeeah," she said it with a rather similiar intonation as Jane had. "Sometimes I do."

"Didn't I meet you at the bar that one time last week?" Jane asked squinting at her.

She vaguely recalled pouring a series of shots for this woman, but she was also pouring shots for herself so... The details were a little fuzzy.

"Ummmm, I think so." Things at the bar were usually pretty fuzzy for Rosette, too, except, apparantly, Clark's glasses. She remembered that this woman was one of the bartenders, but it seemed that there was a different person serving drinks every time she came in.

"...Whiskey shots?" she guessed. The other girl bartended was one who gave her the drink with the name she found so funny, but couldn't remember why.

"Yes that would be me." Jane nodded taking a pull off her bottle.

Watching Jane with her bottle sent Rosette briefly into the little daze she'd gone into when she was talking with Seras at the store, but she shook her head, reminding herself that it would have been rude to ask. Besides, it was still just the afternoon! She did have some sense of decency when it came to her drinking. She was a proper drunk.

"I don't think I caught your name then?" She steered the conversation back into safer territory.

"Jane." she said offering her hand. "Jane Canary. Proud to meet'cha."

The nun took the hand with her typically strong shake. "Rosette Christopher. Glad to say the same."

"So what brings you 'ere?" Jane asked. "'Cause I sure don't remember what brought me here so your story is as good as any."

"Missionary work," Rosette nodded, and sighed a little. "Have to finish that so I can be a full sister, and then I can go out to California to finish some unfinished business. Big pain in the neck, if you ask me, but the Order won't let me go until I finish it." She scowled. Stupid, stupid Order.

"Yeah." Jane said punching the air. "Stupid Order makin' you do all that... Finishing."

There was a nun. In the park. Playing football with herself.

How very odd.

Nadia paused for a bit to watch.

Rosette had learned at least a little after nearly assaulting someone else with the soccer ball. "Head's up!" she called to the girl she noticed watching, and sent a kick her way.

Nadia saw the ball coming and ran a few steps forward to catch the ball on her knee, drop it to the ground, dribble for a moment, then kick it back to Rosette.

She might have even succeeded in doing all this. It had been awhile since she'd played, after all.

Even if the girl had slipped up a bit, Rosette was thouroughly impressed. She expressed this through an approving laugh, then responded by dribbling the ball a little, balancing it a moment on her boot before kicking it up to her knees. She bounced it from knee to knee a bit before sending it up higher and doing a few off her forehead. She let it drop and kicked it back to Nadia. She was really all out of tricks now, but maybe this girl had something else to show off.

Nadia raised her eyebrows, definitely suitably impressed. She caught the ball with her foot, kicked it up to her knee to try the same thing that the nun had just done, then bounced it as high with her head as she could and dropped backwards to bicycle kick it back towards Rosette.

No way was she going to let a nun show her up.

This is actually much better for how annoyed she's been than beating the dummy up in the gym was.

Okay, that? Was pretty amazing. Rosette would like to think she could do that sort of thing, but she knew that attempting it would probably land her in the clinic.

She half caught, half took the ball into her gut as it came back to her. There was definately nothing she could do in response to that one, so she smiled at the girl. " You're very good!" There was a friendly tone of awe in her voice.

Nadia blushed and shrugged. "Thanks. Where I grew up, that was kind of the rule."

Rosette smiled. "And where was that, if you don't mind me asking?" It was a good day, she felt, for meeting new people. Especially people who could kick around a soccer ball like that.

"Buenos Aires, Argentina. I'm Nadia Santos, by the way."

"Sister Rosette Christopher." Ball tucked under one arm and resting on her hip, she offered out her hand. And blushed a little for her lack of education in geography. "I'm afraid I don't know where that is....Sooouth America?" She winced as she guessed, but she could have sworn she'd heard Father Remington mention something about really liking coffee that came from somewhere that sounded like Argentina...and lots of coffee came from South America, so....

Nadia smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, South America. Where all the good football lives."

Rosette beamed, chest puffing a bit proudly at her good...well, her good guessing skills, anyway. "It shows," she confirmed.

"Thanks," Nadia said again. "Are you sure you're really a nun?"

Rosette laughed. "Hey, they don't just give these great clothes out to just anyone, you know! But I do have all the paperwork back at the church if you still don't believe me."

Nadia looked over her outfit. "Do they let you wear cleats with that thing? You've got to be pretty good just to be able to play in it. . . ."

Rosette cluckled, lifting her hem up a little as she inspected the bottoms of her boots. "Oh, Sister Kate would kill me if I walked around the HQ in cleats. I wish I'd thought of it." And then she shifted the material a bit to show off the slits in the side of the habit, to an impressive display of white stockings, and gave Nadia a wink. "But I've made some alterations to help with mobility."

Nadia laughed outloud. "No, seriously, you're not really a nun. You can't be."

"I am, I am!" Rosette chuckled. "Really! Well, I'm not technically a full sister until I finish my missionary work here, but I am a nun. I promise! Would a nun lie? Come on!"

"So you're not a full nun? Ahhhh. That explains it."

"I'm close!" Rosette huffed defensively. "Like I said, I just have to finish my missionary work and ta-da! Full sister. Most nuns don't even get this far, you know. Get one look at the servatude clauses, or the chastity thing, or the whole part about being holy and good and everything, and..." She snapped her fingers "...drop out like flies. Crash 'n' burn."

Nadia nodded slowly. "So is football a holy sport, then?"

She could see that, actually. Jesus, running around in cleated sandals, the apostles after him. . . .

"Not in the slightest," Rosette scoffed a little, grinning. "Sister Kate always got so mad when I played." She started bouncing the ball on her knee again. "But Sister Kate ain't here. Ha."

Nadia didn't ask again if this woman was sure she was a nun.

But she did think about doing so.

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