fandomtownies | Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [08/28]

Chrono was such a good little demon. Not only did he, knowing that on her first day back, Rosette would get incredibly, ridiculously smashed at Caritas, stop by the bar to bring her home, but he already had lots and lots of strong, black coffee waiting for her when she woke up, and didn't even wait for instructions before he started to clean up after the week of disuse and tend to the little old ladies when they needed him. He even refused their request for some organ music.

Sister Rosette, meanwhile, was curved around her coffee in the sanctuary of a confessional, drinking as deeply as she could without getting nausious again. She was trying to figure out what she could blurrily remember from last night actually happened. Did she really talk about sex with a reverend? Or was that just some sort of unconscious brain thing because she missed Father Remington already?

She tried not to think about it too much. Made her head hurt.

[[ available for all your unholy needs; if you need Rosette, Chrono will just direct you to the confessional, so go ahead and step in. she might expect you to actually confess, though. Also, school started for me today, so I'll be slow, back and forth between breaks

Also? Inside the confessional is to always be NFB, pleaaase.]]

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El came in to the church early in the morning.

He needed a wee bit of guidance and while the Reverend seemed like a good man, he was perhaps not best to seek the word of the Lord from.

Chrono actually didn't expect anyone but the little old ladies to come in today, but he smiled at the man as he helped one of them up out of a pew. He was a little nervous about helping someone, although, really, he'd probably be better at it than his companion. "Sister Rosette's in the confessional if you need her," he offered. "But feel free to come and go as you please."

[[ and i disappear for russian history for a bit ]]

"A confessional?" El asked the short purple haired boy. "That may be just what I need. Gracais." He walked into the confessional, sat down, and tried not to think about the other times he was in one of these.

Chrono nodded in response and went back to helping the little old lady.

Rosette, on the other hand, had fallen asleep, but the sound of the door opening and closing on the other side woke her up with a start. "OH, great," she mumbled, not realizing at first that she was speaking out loud. "The one day someo--- errrrr...." She coughed, clearing her throught, shifting in the uncomfortable seat on her side, and quickly taking a swig of her coffee before going into the official schpiel.

Ugh. Cold coffee. She takes a moment to retch a little.

And then realized that she didn't quite know what the official schpiel was. She bit her lip. Let's see... "Um, hey, how are ya, Lord be with with you. How can I help you today, little lamb?"

El raised an eyebrow on his side of the pew. "I don't think I count as a lamb any more... sister. But I might as well confess my sins while I'm here."

Aw, crud. So it wasn't someone just wanting to say hello or laugh at her for her latest antics in the bar. Rosette sucked in a breath, tried to remember the things the priests always said to initiate confessions. She just may have drank those brain cells away already.

"Of course; the Lord is ready to hear your confession." She wanted to add 'my son' to that, because that's what all the priests did, but she wasn't sure if it was appropriate for a sister to say. Still, she was pretty impressed with what she did come up with.

"The short version," El said. "Is that I have killed a amazingly great number of people. Most of them deserved it. But some have died because of me. Some I loved. Can I ever really atone for such a thing?"

Ooof. Rosette certainly hoped so.

"Of course," she responded, glad that the topic was, at least, something she had strong views on that could possibly pass for sagely, holy wisdom. It actually sobered her up quite a bit, and she suddenly found herself very serious. "The world isn't in black and white ~~unless you work at the Sin~~, and I don't believe God sees it that way, either. You mentioned that some of those who have fallen by your hand deserved it; that doesn't exactly make it right, but it isn't as bad as simply killing for the hell of it. As for the casualities, well...we never are meant to understand the Lord's plan...."

"The important thing," she said after a reflective pause, "is if you truly feel regret for your trespasses and truly seek forgiveness for them. If the heart desires forgiveness, the Lord will give it."

Too bad recording these sessions was again...whatever holy code guided these things. Rosette would have liked to have been able to pull up that gem again...

El sighed. "It's easy to pull a trigger. It's harder to write a song. And it's even harder than that to teach someone else to sing. I don't know if I have the strength."

Rosette frowned a little; that was much more lyrical than what she had said. She felt a bit crestfallen.

"Where there's a will, there's a way," she chimed lamely. "What we lack in strength, we can make up in spirit." Blah blah blah, so on, so forth, something like. "Perhaps just what you need is a good, long confrence with just you and the Big Guy. One can always find strength there."

El thought about the conversation he had had with Jesse Custer the night before. Jesse hadn't seemed to think that was the case.

"Perhaps you're right, sister."

"Of course I'm right!" Rosette responded in a bit of a huff before she could catch herself, then winced. "Er, well, it wouldn't hurt to try anyway, right? So that's your penance. Give it a try, see if you feel any better, and if you're still not feeling a little more at peace, come on back and we'll see if a buncha Hail Marys will do it."

River popped into the church to see the nice nun. And perhaps discuss the music and dancing issue. She approached the altar and bowed before it, then lay down on the floor with her arms outstretched, looking up into the ceiling. She smiled peacefully.

Now...this? Was odd. Chrono'd seen a lot of strange worship rituals in his day, but laying prostrate in front of the main alter wasn't one of them. In fact, it made him a little uncomfortable, so he timidly approached the girl, looking down at her as she laid there, so his head was suddenly interuptting her view, long purple braid dangling down. Wasn't this the girl Rosette had mentioned was interested in singing?

"Um, miss? May I help you with anything?"

River smiled up at him. "I like the ceiling."

"I'm very glad that you do," Chrono said, frowning a bit, "but I don't think that's a very appropriate place to admire it, miss."

"No?" River frowned, still lying on the floor. "Why not?" She wondered who this was and where the funny nun had gone.

Chrono pondered how best to explain this. "Well, you see, the area around the altar is very sacrosanct. If you'd like to pray in front of it, we, uh, ask that you do so by kneeling. If you'd like to just admire the ceiling, though, we ask that you...maybe, uhhh...use the aisle? Or one of the pews. The pews are more comfortable, anyway."

River sat up, looking very disappointed. "Oh. Is Sister Rosette here?"

Chrono felt bad for making her so disappointed, but he stood by his point. "She is. You can find her in the confessional," he pointed it out with his thumb, "if you wish to speak with her."

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