http://nun-better.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nun-better.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2007-03-17 01:51 pm
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Our Lady of Fandom; Saturday [ 03/17 ]

There were snakes on a plane in the church. A lot of them. They didn't seem to be dangerous snakes, but they were there, slithering around, hissing, making Rosette feel slightly creeped out. They must have come up from some of the basement tunnels.

When Chrono came up behind her and pinched her (hard, too, the little jerk), she realized what day it was. "Hey! What was that for?" she asked, knowing full well what it was.

"You're not wearing any green," he pointed out.

"These habits don't come in green!"

"Excuses, excuses."

"You're not wearing any, either!" Rosette remarked, and nearly pounced on Chrono to pinch his cheek until it was red.

And, in the process, accidently stepped on a snake, who reered back and hissed at her, fang beared.

"Eep." She went out to go change the sign.

Saturday
St. Patrick's Day
Anyone here named Patrick? Or even Irish? Quarter-Irish?
SERIOUSLY! HELP!




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[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-17 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
John walked past, as you do, and noticed the sign. Hrm.

Connor. Was he Irish?

He pulled his Army coat around him and decided to investigate.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-17 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've got a 10 that says the green one there eats the winner," John says, hopping up on the pew next to Rosette.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-17 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hrm. Why are they here? You raising a batch of super-tasty mice or something?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, maybe they'll go away. Gotta say, they're not as cuddly as the dorm penguins."

One of the snakes reared up at that. "Oh, hush, you," John said to him. Her. It? "Can't take snakes for a walk like a dog, and y'all don't purr."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Dorm pengies. THey tried to steal my bathtub! Or, take it over, at least. SO cute. If I find any, I'll steal 'em away for you," he smiled.

"Would it help if I found a tree branch and gestured emphatically?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
John pushes her back and flips off the pew backwards like a ninja and returns in a few minutes with a respectable shillelagh-like stick.


He paused, poised, posed. "Let my people go!" he exclaimed, stick outstretched.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Hrm. SHould I drink the holy water? Or dip the stick in it?" He grinned.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Lead the way!" John hops over the snakes, and decides that the pews may be faster.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
John dips his stick in it, making sure it's wet, as far as it'll go. "Okay. Ready."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
John grins, wondering if it'd be bad form to do the "Touchdown Jesus" pose. He takes the stick out; the knobbed end dribbles a bit as he handles it with both hands. "I have the power!" John exclaimed, turning into Him-Guy

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
John posed, his stick thrust outwards, shaking a few drops from the tip as he loudly ejaculatedexclaimed, "Let my people goooo!"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Guess I'm not Irish enough, either." He pats her hand on his shoulder.

He pokes some of the snakes with his pole. "Hey. Shoo. Plan B is to let the shoe place in town know we're running a special if they're looking for snakeskin boots."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"YEah, I'm sure the boot peoples will be happy." He turned to the snakes. "Oi! Y'all stay there, and we'll get the cobbler to come and turn you all into footware."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
He whispered back. "They don't know that." Strangely, John was hungry for pie. "Do you still have your cherry left? The pie?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Aw, man. Don't tell me your cherry's all gone?" John looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "Do you still have the box it came in? There could be some left."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
John shook his head. What is this world coming to when a demon eats a nun's cherry pie? I bet he ate it right out of the tin and licked the box.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. All this talk of pie is making me hungry. Shall we?" John crooks his arm and twirls his blessed shillelagh, using it as a pimp cane.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"In search of pie!" John says, pointing the way with his stick. "Chrono, you coming?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay. You want something?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-03-18 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Can do, Purpleheaded guy."