Our Lady of Fandom; Sunday [ 09/24 ]

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Rosette had trying to be doing some research work on different religions, really. In fact, scanning through the Code of Hammurabi and discovering that a nun walking into a bar was punishable by death had her feeling rather apprehensive. Hopefully, some dead religions stayed that way. But it was really quite boring work, and she soon sleeping in a pew, head tilted back, snoring up to the church's ceiling. Chrono played the organ to drown out the sound.


[[ posted for slowplay with apocalypsesoon,but anyone else is welcome to stop by, so long as they don't mind my tags coming six hours later, as I must shuffle to work now ]]

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John crept into the church, on a mission from God to get some hawt Nun sexin holy water. It'd been a while since he'd been in a church.

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Noticing someone entering the church, Chrono played a suddenly loud and ominous note on the organ, holding it out long enough for Rosette to snap out of sleep with a jump and a sputter.

"...Dwa...what? I swear! I thought it was a rectory...a rectory! I swe..."

Rosette blinked, looking around, realizing that she was still in the church and not being dragged away by black hooded men wanting to execute her just for wanting a little shot of whiskey. She was relieved, but she was also a little embarrassed. She gave a yawn, and a sharp shake of her head, and picked up her book again, pretending she hadn't fallen asleep at all.

"Uhhh, Rosette?" Chrono said over his playing.

"Hm?" Chrono nodded his purple head toward where John was. "Oh!" Rosette snapped the book shut and made an awkward scramble out of the pew. "Hello!" Rosette greeted the young man with a bright but flushed smile, clasping her hands together in front of her in an almost overt attempt to seem cute. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

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"Uh, yeah. I was interested in some of your services." John was not staring at overtly!Cute!Nun. He was merely assessing. Yeah, that's it.

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Oh, crap; she was actually going to have to do work today. Rosette probably failed at trying to make her brief sneer look like a toothy smile.

"What can I do fer ya? Communion, full mass, confession, basic reading, spiritual, excorcism, blessing...I gotta admit, I'm not very good with all the Jewish stuff yet, but I can try if that's what ya need."

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"No, fairly certain I'm not in need of any of that. Just here for some Holy Water."

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Rosette doesn't bother holding in her sigh of relief. Another day of laziness! Hooray!

However....she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What do you need holy water for?"

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"Because threatening demons with distilled water just makes 'em damp and using mineral water just makes 'em wanna wear a beret and be snooty?"

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There might have been a little bit a snerk. "I can't just give you holy water; you have to be holy!"

Rosette arched an eyebrow, but a smirk on her face was undeniable. Did she just hear the magic D-word? "What sort of demons you have to go threaten? You know, I," she lifted her chin and placed a hand against her chest, her voice an air of dignity, "just so happen to be an expert at taking care of demons. And, lemme tell ya, I got a lot more better ways to take care of 'em than holy water, mister. Much more fun, too."

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"I'm totally holy," JOhn says, deadpanned. "WHat, do I have to go get ordained or something? That Univeral Life Ministry thing? This was a lot easier with that drunk dude around. DIdn't even notice."

John cocked an eyebrow. "And this island takes a dim view of explosives without invasions and guns without reasons, so holy water's likely to raise les s questions."

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Rosette looked highly doubtful of this guy's divinity, and then pouted promptly. "I've noticed," she said, with a withering sigh. "My poor guns are all getting rusted from disuse..."

Another dramatic sigh. "In that case, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let ya have some. How much you need?"

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JOhn certainly perked up at the magic G word. "Uh, nuns with guns? Is this like a religious branch of the 4th Sin?"

He shrugged. "Enough to fill a couple-a Super Soakers."

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"Uh, no, although I have explored their sewers. Almost got a chance to shoot something down there, but Blair wouldn't let me. 'Oh, let the rat live, Sister! Doesn't matter that it tried to knaw off your face!'" Rosette's lip curled in a sneer and she stuck out her tongue a bit. She was still rather bitter.

"BUT, anyway." She arched an eyebrow at him as she started moving toward the back of the church toward where the holy water tanks were. Yes. Holy water tanks. "What's a super soaker?"

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"Because the sewers are a great place to play. Really."

JOhn looked at her funny. "What, you didn't have toys at the nunnery? That must suck." John did, after all, have a bit of cloisterphobia.

"Supersoakers are water pistols. There's a cylinder, and once it's full, you pump it a few times to build up the pressure, and when you've built it up enough you trigger it. Depending on how much pressure and pumping is involved, it may shoot out a bit or just kinda dribble. It's lots of fun. Can't believe you've never dealt with one before."

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Rosette quirked her head as she listened to John's description of a 'water pistol' and wondered why the hell it was making her feel like she was blushing. She coughed a bit, pulled a little at the neck of her habit. Man, they made these things uncomfortable.

"It sounds interesting; I'd like to try it sometime."

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"Sure. I don't like to just whip it out in public, cuz laws and such, but I could bring it by next time. It's fun, y'know?"

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Most of Rosette's bright smile was created from blushing, although she still didn't get why. "Great! So, what's your name? I figure, if you're going to let me play with it, I might as well know your name."

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"John Connor. And you are...?"

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"Sister Rosette Christopher," she announced proudly and offered a hand. "Nice to meet ya. I suppose I should also know your name if I'm giving you hold water. I probably have to keep track of it, or something."

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"Yeah, and it'd be good to know your name if you're just gonna manhandle my Super Soaker. Womanhandle. Whatever. For legal reasons. and the birth certificate. Y'know."

"So how's this work? I promise not to get too drunk offa communion wine and then I get rations?"

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Rosette nodded, although she wasn't quite sure if she understood all of that first part.

"Well, you can't actually get drunk off the communion wine, because I already did that and now they only send me grape juice and tell me to pretend." There may have been a very grumbled and off-side comment about how almost all of it's all pretend anyway, but it's hard to tell. "I'm thinking..." she said, tapping her chin as she looked at the holy water tanks, which were pretty much metal water-cooler bottles with crosses on them, "that I'll just let you take one of the tanks, under the condition that you return it when you're done. Being only a nun, I can't actually bless the water to make it holy, so I have to send the empty tanks off to the Order and they bless'n'refill'em."

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"Hrm, I guess this'll hafta do. For now." Holy Cheese-&-Rice, what the hell'm I gonna do with 5 gallons of holy water? Shitballs. Damn. SHouldn't swear in church. Dammit. Oh, fuck. SHIT.

"I've got another one of these at the Sparky shop, but it's vodka. NOt really holy water. Hope I don't mix 'em up, because I dont' thinkg a demon smelling like a martini is an improvement. May make things interesting, though. Demons GOne Wild videos."

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"Vod...ka?"

The pause is from Rosette trying really hard not to sound too excited. And failing. Miserably. She's like a puppy just being asked to go for a walk.

"I think we've just found your payment, John. Return the tank, and bring some vodka with you." She winked.

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"Yes. Clear fluid. Very nice. It's like holy water, in that it burns, but not in the flaming sense. Though, if you wanted, you could make MOlotov cocktails out of it, and that'll work. Not htat I've tried."

"Um. Is this some sort of underground holy water slash vodka railroad now? Smuggling Liquid Jesus one way for fermented goodness the other?"

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Rosette clasped her hands together, excitedly. The Hooker-Nun Underground seemed to have kind of died in the air, so the prospect of becoming a part of a different one was encouraging.

"Ooooh, I like that! That's brilliant."

And she was really glad that Chrono was still playing that organ and couldn't hear a word of this.

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John facepalmed. WIth the hand that wasn't holding 5 gallons of holy water, cuz... ow.

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"Use that wisely," she added after a moment, with a waggle of her finger. "There's probably enough holy water in there to baptize an entire pagan nation against their will."

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"Well, there's a htought. Aerosol or just pressure spray?"

"Feel free to drop by the shop. Still's in the back, but you'll have to deal with security."