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Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 11/06 ]

Rosette had finally located the box of letters that could be put on the little sign outside the church to communicate messages to passersby, so the little marquee area below the church's name now held this promise:

MONDAY:
Free Candy with each Confessional!
Absolve both your sins and your sweet tooth!

...She had to get rid of all that extra Halloween candy still left in ways that didn't end in her with a stomach ache.

The nun nursed a cup of coffee in the confession while Chrono was there to help if anyone needed anything.

[[ open for all your churchly needs; no one ever confesses anyway, but, if they did, it's NFB ]]

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John walked through teh doors, wondering if all his churchly needs could be satified.

Chrono looked up from where he was sweeping a corner of the church. "John," he nodded, then went back to sweeping.

"Yo, dude." He wandered over to the confessional, wondering where the candy was dispensed.

Chrono sort of glared at John's back; somehow, he doubted he was here to absolve any sins.

Meanwhile, if John felt so inclined to actually check inside the confessors side of the confessional, he'd find the bowl of candy just sitting on the bench for any prospective sinners.

JOhn felt inclined to check out the onfessional. Or, to be more preciced, he leaned in after tripping a bit. "ooh, candy!"

The sounds coming from the other side of the screen were the distinctive sounds of a nun being pulled out from a nap, and then trying to pretend she wasn't sleeping while hiding a yawn. Oh, crap. All those weeks when she was a-okay and ready-to-go with confessions and no one shows up and then, when she was having a nice nap with a really cool dream about cookies and canivals and shooting ranges (there may have been a unicorn, too), someone actually comes in...

She rubbed her eyes sleepily, smacking her lips a little before surpressing another yawn as she gave the line, leaning against the side of the booth. "Have you come to confess your sins, my child?"

"Uh, sure. I mean, yes father."

Rosette glared at the screen. "Do I sound like a Father to you?"

Hey, she was out of practise with this whole 'professional attitude' thing. Realizing it, though, she sucked in a breath to regain herself, and said, back to the rehersaled drawl, "What is it you would like to confess?"

"Yes, Dad. Totally patronizing churchly figure. Er, patronly churchy figure. ~~mmm... and whatta figure.~~ I confess... Gluttony and Pride."

Good thing there was a screen to hide all the faces she was making at the confessor. "Got a few of the Seven Deadlies, good for you. Might want to add being obnoxious to a churchy figure in there, too."

The snarky comment was followed by the sound of a head thunking against the top of her guncase. Damn it, she sucked at this holy guiding figure thing.

"Oo! They have one for that?" John was totally not grinning behind the curtain veil hidey thingie.

"Not a Seven Deadly, no...although technically I suppose it could fit under pride..." The nun seemed very thoughtful for a moment. "But, it doesn't matter. What have you done, as far as Pride and Gluttony?"

"Wait, I forgot Nun Tickley, but I'm not sure where that falls. Hoookay, I'm falsly confessing to get free candy."

Rosette's eyes narrowed. To the best of her knowledge, only two people knew about the dire Sin that is Nun Tickley.

"John? Is that you?"

"Meeep! THe gig is up!" John flails a bit, to be funny. And manages to send some candy airborne.

Rosette doesn't find it all that funny. He interupted a perfectly good nap for this!

"John! I'm actually trying to do my job here! Can't you make it seem like I have some semblance of holy duty fulfilment in this place? Why you gotta ruin the one thing I'm actually trying to do right?"

"Sorry. Just wanted to say hi, and then I saw the bribe." He pauses for a second. "I should go. You've probably got a line now. I've been here too long."

Rosette slumped in her chair with a sigh. "Oh, yeah, a huge line, I'm sure. No one ever comes to confession," she pouted. "It's the one thing I do, and this community just doesn't get into it. I fail so much as a nun it ain't even pretty."

She could go on; she had about a million and one more things she could complain about, but she decided to stop herself there. "You sure there ain't nothin' you wanna confess? Technically, I'm not supposed to know who you are when ya do it, but I'm soooo bored...."

JOhn sighed, and abandoned his move to stand before it was completed. "I think I've violated everything there is to violate. And it's not your fault if there are no horses to lead to the water to drink. Can you rope horses as well as care for them, Sister?"

He pauses a bit. "Who takes your confession?"

"Mine go straight up the the Big Guy," Rosette said quietly, in a way that suggested that she might actually believe in him, though she still wasn't so sure. "Or I guess Chrono...Guess that's how you know you're in a pretty interesting spot, huh, when your sins are filtered through a demon..."

"Hey, all our sins get filtered, and what's left after the impurities are sifted out is the pure brew, the heavenly spirit. ~~yay vodka. amen~~." John spoke quietly.

Rosette didn't have anything to say about that, just tilted her head back thoughtfully and wondered yet again what the hell she was doing here.

Finally, she spoke, turning her head toward the screen. "Go ahead and take as much candy as you want, John, I need to get rid of it."

John takes a single piece, as quitely as possible, and gets up to leave. He pauses, and turns to leave again.

Rosette turned toward the screen a bit, pretty sure she hasn't heard the door open again yet.

"...John?"

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