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Our Lady of Fandom; Tuesday [ 01/30 ]
There might have been a few tears gathering in Rosette's eyes as she read up on today's saint. Such a....awesome nun. The kind she would have liked to have know, but the church got to her and brainwashed her and it was the biggest tragedy she'd ever imagined. Rosette resolved right then and there that she was going to live her life for Saint Hyacintha Mariscotti. Even if that meant that she'd continue doing things the way she always had.
Especially because it meant doing things the way she always had. She would just have to find out where she might be able to acquire a nice satin habit...
Tuesday
Feast of Saint Hyacintha Mariscotti
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Especially because it meant doing things the way she always had. She would just have to find out where she might be able to acquire a nice satin habit...
Feast of Saint Hyacintha Mariscotti
[[ open for all your churchly needs ]]

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Rosette grinned at him. "Actually, it turned into a pie. I was waiting to see if turned back into a plate any time soon, but I think you're out of luck."
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...But that was a damn good pie...Mmmm. She frowned a moment at the strawberry pie in front of her. Why wouldn't this one have been chocolate creme, too?
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As she knelt before the altar and the prayer candles, she held that same slip of paper out to be lit. It caught and she allowed it to drop into one of the incense trays. Her mouth moved in barely formed words, offering up quiet prayers to the Lords of Kobol, praying for the safety and protection of her people.
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