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Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 11/20 ]

It was Monday, so Rosette was in the confessional book, fueled with a lot of coffee. She kept herself busy today with a sketchbook, drawing (poorly) lots of various different hats on herself. Her favourite was the really big one with the massive amounts of feathers, the kind ladies wore to the races. She always wanted to go to the races, but Sister Kate had deemed it yet another things that was improper for a nun. Rosette didn't understand what was so damn improper about something where ladies could wear such cool hats.

Chrono did his usual thing of tending to anyone who needed help, or directing them to the confessional should they need help.

[[ open for all your churchly needs; all Confessional threads are NFB; posted earlier than usual by semi-request from a certain someone who's under the silly impression that martial arts will be one day helpful against big frakkin' robots ]]

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There was a steadily increasing noise coming from outside the church, the likes that a time-displaced nun might never have heard.

She wasn't that displaced, but Rosette did notice that there weren't cars on these narrow, Fandom streets, so she poked her head out of the confessional for a moment at the loud noise. "Oi! Chrono! Go find out what that racket is!"

So he did, peeking his head out of the main doors just as she had stuck her head out of the confessional. He took a look, then ducked back into the church. "Just an idiot on what looks like an auto-engine contraption," he told her.

"John!" Rosette nearly squealed, immediately understanding the description. "That's enough confessing for the day, don't you think, Chrono?" she said, emerging from the booth and closing the door behind her.

He maybe didn't, but she was slipping out the door before he could say anything.

"What in Sam's Hill is that thing you're driving?" Rosette grinned, crossing her arms over her chest, shouting above the sound.

John shut the engine off. "It's a go-cart!"
He hopped out of the two seater contraption, grin bigger'n the Milky Way. ~~"Dude, I'm totally serious: martial arts are completely helpful against giant metal things. Just look at Gunnm."~~

"Wanna go for a spin?"

"So that's the thing you were babbling about," Rosette skipped down the steps of the church to get a better look before answering his request. "Is it safe?" she asked, looking up at him with a sincere widening of eyes. "I mean, you built it, so..." She gingerly poked at the frame.

"Yep. It's been welded and reinforced. Nit sure how fast it'll go, but it'll blow yer socks off!"

Rosette tapped her chin thoughtfully, exaggeratingly still considering. "Do I get to wear a cool helmet?"

Whaaaaaat? The twins said those biking helmets looked good on her!

"I would certainly insist."
John gives her the choice between two (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-10/861785/Flat_German_Spike_300.jpg) helmets (http://www.splathat.com/helmets/motocross/mojave/lg_Mojave_RubberFlat_Black.jpg).

Rosette frowned at the first one. "That one looks like it'd cause more damage in a crash than it would help. I'll take the big black one."

She promptly started pulling out the pins holding her veil in place.

"Rosette, you are not honestly considering riding in that thing, are you?" Chrono sounded very disapproving, but he was giving John just as many glaring looks as he was the go-kart.

"Look at it this way, Chrono," Rosette said, getting the last pin and pulling off the veil. "At least I'm not the one behind the wheel."

...Okay, the nun had a very, very good point. She shoved the veil into his hands. "Mind the church for me, okay? If the twins stop by, make sure you put on that fedora in the chest down stairs!"

Rosette plopped the helmet onto her head, and climbed into the other seat. She gave John a firm nod. "Let's ride."

With a wave to Chrono that could mean a variety of things, such as "im in ur churchz stealin ur nunz" or possibly "you're next", JOhn and Rosette took off ~~into the sunset~~ to test the go-cart.

Now Rosette wished she had her aviator goggles, too. Because that would be awesome. For now, though? Excited squeals at every turning corner.

At some point during the day, a white baker's box tied with string appeared on the doorstep of the church. A note tucked into the box read:

Sister Rosette,

I thought you might like a treat to share with your congregants today. Or at least with your young demon friend.

A

Inside the box were a couple dozen homemade gingersnaps.

Chrono noticed the box on the doorstep after Rosette had gone off ~~into the sunset~~ with John and his go-cart, and turned toward it with an intrigued tilt of his head. He picked the box up, and read the note carefully, frowning.

"Who's A?" he asked her when she returned, and then her head tilted, and he gave her the note.

"Oh! I bet it's Azirawhats-it-hoosit's-name! Y'know, the angel. Funny, I don't remember telling him you were a demon..."

"Well, he is an angel..." Chrono reminded her with a touch of distaste. 'Young.' HA.

"An angel who brings us things! What he bring, what he bring?" She eagerly opened the box for a look, and let out an excited squeal.

This was turning out to be one of the best Mondays ever!

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