Our Lady of Fandom; Tuesday [ 11/07 ]

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Rosette stood outside the church, the box of letters settled against her hip, looking at the sign in deep thought. She'd gotten as far as putting "TUESDAY" up, but didn't know what else she could put. She didn't have anything for Tuesdays. She should really start planning these things ahead of time. But for now, just thinking. And occationally trying something that came to her head.

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John walked by, looking for a certain someone. And no, it wasn't a purple-haired dude.

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Rosette smiled a little as she saw John walking up. "What'd'ya think?" she asked him, looking over her shoulder. "What should Tuesdays be?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Pasta day?" Oh, good. She was smiling at him.

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Rosette looked at the sign as if she was actually considering it. "Now, how could I tie pasta into religion?"

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"Surely there's a tie. The Great Spaghetti Monster, for example? I mean, you've been touched by HIs Noodley Appendage, right? It's divine. But mostly it has to do with me making pasta because I'm putting Tedster in training."

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Rosette arched an eyebrow at him. "You're training Teddy how to make pasta?"

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"No. I'm training Teddy how to kick ass and not suck at it. The pasta's for engergy, give him some carbs to load up on without a massive amount of sugar. So, yeah. Just have pasta on the brain, I guess. Cuz I need to make it, and I don't have all the stuff in my dorm. And I'm thinking if I gotta go to town for supplies, should I just make it at Sparky's? And... yeah."

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Rosette was considering the sign again. Maybe she could do something with training. Holy training. Or something...hmm...maybe something to consider.

"So you and Teddy are gonna have a little pasta date at the shop?" She smirked, giving him a sideways glance. "That's just cute." And stuck her tongue out a him.

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"Yes. I'm hoping that he paints my toenails a sparkly pretty pink, as they're still black and gothy from halloween."

He looks up at the sky. "I'm looking forward to it. Gives me a purpose. The training, not the pasta. I think I'll just use the Sparky kitchen. Assuming that the stove and the pots haven't been used to create something."

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Thinking of John's toenails all black and gothy made her think of them as just black and decay-y, and that was gross. Her face registered the temporary disgust that came with her active imagination.

"There's a kitchen in that place, too? What the hell don't you guys have there?"

"You know, I still gotta meet Agatha, too. That was her name, right? The lady who owns the place?"

Rosette actually hadn't been to Sparky's in a while. Huh....

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"What we don't have, we can probably build. I should talk to Agatha about making a cooking clank. Or a pasta clank. mmmmm.... paaastaaaaa." John's stomach agreed and made anticipatory gurgling sounds.

"You should meet Agatha. She's good people. So... I'd invite you along shopping and cooking, but you look like you're busy." John stared at the sign. Tuesday. Huh. All this time I thought it was that day between Monday and Wednesday.

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Rosette nodded gravely. "Signs are very important."

And she really had to start making it seem like she was doing work around here, and not go off prancing everywhere whenever she had a whim to. She was supposed to be doing a job around this place, and had been doing it poorly. Sticking by the sign seemed a good place to start.

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"Signs are very important. Like the one that says 'Sparky's has Pasta for Blond Nuns.' And now, for the shopping." John grins and turns to leave for places that sell pasta-y things.

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Rosette smiled at him. "See ya later, John. I might be done with the sign once the pasta's already made, just a head's up." She chuckled a little bit. Free food? Hell yeah. She was so there.