Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday morning

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Even though his knees were bruised and he had woken up stiff and sore, it was Sunday morning and thus, Josiah was at church.

Unfortunately, it seemed that no one else was.

He tried not to think that he was definitely in hell as he gingerly lowered himself to his knees before the altar. He knew the service by heart. He could do it himself.

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade wasn't sneaking around the Church, trying to find Rosette at all. That was just your imagination if you saw a man in bright red wandering around randomly shouting out, "Marco!" and waiting for a response of 'Polo'.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Josiah's hands clenched into fists at his sides, but he tried to ignore him, merely saying the words of the service louder.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

And that just made Wade want to talk to him. "Hey, Church MacGee, you seen a nun around here?"

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

With a sigh, Josiah bowed his head. "No, I haven't. Would you mind? Just because this island is full of Godless heathens doesn't mean some of us actually value our faith."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Byt shouting random bible verses in an empty church? Not creepy or strange at all, that."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"It wouldn't be, if this place had a minister and a congregation," Josiah replied, climbing to his feet with a little wince as the movement aggravated his abused knees. "God's Word is meant to be shared."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Never really got the whole religion thing," Wade said, looking up at the alter. "I was an alter boy for a while when I was a kid. Stopped doing that after a small accident made it so Father Jim was no longer able to pee standing up."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Josiah scowled. "That's disgusting."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Really? I always thought of it as doing a public service."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Josiah shook his head. "Not that. The behaviour of that priest. Disgusting."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Wade agreed. "So, you sure you haven't seen a nun? About yay high..." He held up his hand about shoulder level. "Blond, bouncy, most likely carrying an assault rifle like it's a baby."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Josiah stared. " . . . you're kidding."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No, she really is only that tall."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Josiah kept staring. ". . . no. I haven't seen her."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade sighed dramatically. "Okay. If you do, let her know I was looking for her."

[chasingangela]

Juliet made her way to the church early Sunday, and was confused not to find a mass being said. This town lacks in devotion, she thought.

Nonetheless, she made her way to a pew near the back and began to pray the rosary, with a slight distracted smile for any others in attendance. After the week she had just experienced, she felt she had much to apologize to -- and to thank -- God for.

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Finally.

Josiah let her in peace to finish her devotions, finally approaching to murmur "Peace be with you."

[chasingangela]

"And with you," Juliet said, bowing her head. "Would you know when Mass is said in this chapel, or where the Father is? I yearn for consult with a priest."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

Josiah shook his head. "I don't know. I heard that there is a nun in attendance, but I haven't met her, nor seen any other minister."

[chasingangela]

Juliet looked sad for a moment, but shook it off. It was doubtful even a priest in this strange place would know of Friar Lawrence, let alone Romeo. "Thank you," she said simply. "Perhaps there is another church in town, and they are there?"

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"I haven't found one," he said in his soothing Southern drawl. "I looked. To not worship on a Sunday is unnatural for me. Is there maybe something I can do?" She looked so sad.

[chasingangela]

"Unnatural for me as well," Juliet agreed. "And thank you kindly, but there is nothing, unless you know a Romeo Montague and have word of him."

[OOC: Work exploded, expect slow.]

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

The name sounded familiar and gave him pause before he shook his head. "No, I don't know the man. I'm sorry." He extended a hand. "Josiah Leavitt."

[[No worries, I should be packing . . .]]

[chasingangela]

"Juliet Montague," Juliet supplied, shaking the proffered hand. "Worry not, none here seem to know of my husband."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"Your husband?" Josiah asked, holding out some hope that there existed chaste and Godly women in this town.

[chasingangela]

"Of these few days," Juliet said, almost happily. "And, should I find him again, for all my life."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"My congratulations to both of you," Josiah smiled, his thoughts dwelling on That Woman.

[chasingangela]

"I thank you," Juliet said, grateful not to get another lecture on her age. "Have you a wife?"

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

"No," Josiah said. "I haven't had the pleasure of finding a good woman to become my partner." Just that slut he couldn't get off his mind.

[chasingangela]

Juliet put a comforting hand on his arm. "It will happen," she said. "Love comes in the strangest times, the strangest forms, and so it shall ever be."

[sensitivejim.livejournal.com]

He patted her hand with a smile. "Thank you, Juliet. That's the most comforting thing I've heard all weekend."

[chasingangela]

"It is what I believe," Juliet said simply. "I hope you find your love, as I must find mine."

With that, she turned to genuflect again and moved to leave the church ?and tie off the thread>.