Our Lady of Fandom; Tuesday [ 02/20 ]

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Tuesday:
The Feast of a bunch of relatively unimportant saints.
Boo.

Boots propped up on the pew in front of her as she slumped comfortably, the nun was deep in thought, tapping a pen against her chin as she stared at a few scribblings on a yellow legal pad in front of her. Yes, she was thinking. Apparantly pretty hard, too, because was was unaware that she was tapping her chin with the writing side, therefore getting a few specks of ink along her jaw. The title of her project? "Operation: Dispell Cupcake Awkwardness."

Chrono's suggestions of just cutting her loses and not hanging out with them anymore were not helping. Rosette just figured he was being bitter because he hadn't gotten any cupcakes. But she bet the ones she threw on the ceiling were still there, if he wanted to go find out.


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After the club meeting, Deadpool made his way to the church. Very very slowly and trying to get himself lost once or twice on the way.

He opened the door hesitantly and poked his head in to look for Rosette.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

The nun's efforts at Operation: Dispell Cupcake Awkwardness had somehow digressed into a very elaborate diagram involving cows, catapults, and castle walls, and she was very much into it.

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Damn. He was hoping she wouldn't be here.

(To go or not to go, that is the question.) He sighed. (Damn it, I'll go.)

He quietly closed the door behind him and silently walked up behind the nun. "Whatcha doin'?"

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"Eep!" Rosette jumped a little, immediately bringing the notebook to her chest to hide what she was working on. It was mostly impulse, because, when she realized who it was, she chuckled a little easily and lowered it back again to show him. She figured, eh, it wasn't like she had any great plans written down yet, anyway. Just "Strippers!" scribbled down, and then diagraming. Maybe if Deadpool saw that she was thinking about doing something to make things less weird, then that in itself would help.

Not that she felt they should be weird, at all, but she got the impression that the boys felt a wee bit differently about the matter.

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Deadpool was going for the repression approach as to dealing with the sugar high weetiny morning after. It worked well with all the other trauma, why shouldn't it work now?

"Strippers and cows, huh? I don't think Yuki wants cows at his birthday party, but that's just my opinion."

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"Oh, well, the cows are for you anyway," Rosette offered with a little grin. "Do you suppose we could find both in same spot? A place for all your stripper and bovine needs?"

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Was there such a place? A magical place?

"Wisconsin maybe?" Deadpool replied. "I'm not sure the quality of the strippers there, though."

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"Hmmm," Rosette mused thoughtfully, just about chewed on the end of her pen but realized it was writing-side-up just in the nick of time. "That's kind of a long drive, too. Maybe future road-trip, though?"

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"Sure, why not. I can show you the wonders of cheese and beer," Wade told her. "Mostly the beer. Cheese is really boring."

He plopped down on one of the pews.

"Still up for hunting up some entertainment for Yuki's birthday, I take it"

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"I wouldn't have called you if I wasn't," Rosette pointed out with a smile.

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"To the mainland we shall go!" Wade said, standing up and reachign for Rosette's hand.