Our Lady of Fandom; Wednesday [ 11/22 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Much to Chrono's surprise, Rosette was up early and, clutching to a big cup of black coffee, didn't seem terribly hungover. She winced a lot as small sounds, claimed it a "You even think about touching that organ and I kill you" day, and sneered and sank with a silent groan when she thought he wasn't looking, but, for the most part, she was happiness and smiles, although it was all rather muted. Chrono showed her the flyers for the food drive that he'd made the night before, and she approved, and then they sat down to make some more because Rosette really did want to have her hand at some. As they sat in the centre of the aisle with their art supplies and coffee, Chrono could notice her bloodshot eye and weariness, but she was smiling as she drew poorly rendered turkeys on the paper, occationally holding it up and asking what he thought.

He loved them, even if he wouldn't have been able to know it was a turkey if he didn't have forknowledge. "It's great, Rosette," he smiled at her; she smiled back. "And I'll go put these up all around town for you, too. So you can just stay here and, uh, rest. After you long day of adventuring, of course."

"Thanks, Chrono." Ooof. Even smiling made her head hurt.

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[a-phale.livejournal.com]

At some point before leaving with Wilson, Blair and River for their trip to New Jersey, Aziraphale stopped by the church and dropped off his contribution to the food drive: several containters of homemade pasta, vegetables, and cobbler, all carefully sealed and frozen so that they'd be fresh when delivered to the orphanages. They were packed in containers of dry ice, and ready for Rosette to deliver once her collection was finished.

In addition, there was another box of homemade cookies for Rosette and Chrono to enjoy.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

As it so happened, Aziraphale came it at a time when there was an, errrmm, crisis involving one of the little old ladies, and the other little old ladies, thinking their friend was on her death bed despite the matter being really quite tame, sent for the nun to read the Last Rites, or, at the very least, help the old lady up. So she and Chrono were out of the church at that time, but there was a stack of flyers waiting for him where he dropped off the food, with a note: Thanks! And those are supposed to be turkeys. Really. --Rosette.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John wandered into the church, wondering if Rosette would like to do a Thanksgiving dinner thing at Sparky's. Y'know. If he bothered to ask Agatha if it was okay.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette gave John a wave as he came in. Not to excited of one, though, because, yeah. Head. Ow. "Hey, you," she said.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"How's your head? Mine's getting better. Remind me to talk to that Kawalsky." He looked for a place to sit down.