Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 04/16 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Monday
No Confessionals Today.
Special Spiritual Attonement Day.

No, not for all the breaking of that whole Chastity vow thing (technically, she was still a novice and hadn't even taken those vows yet, thank you very much), but for the whole getting drunk and deciding to stupidly babble out all your feelings to a certain someone thing. Rosette Christopher was actually packing away all her booze and swearing to never touch a drop of it again in her life. She'd learned her lesson, and was never going to allow herself to drunkenly tell someone that she loved them ever, ever, ever again.

And then Chrono came into the church from his trip to the post office, out of breath and holding a letter. Her head tilted. "What's up, Chrono?"

No words; he just shoved the envelope toward her. She blinked and then looked at the letter. And pale. Then flushed as her heart lept, and then she paled again. She opened the envelope. She read the letter.

...Remington was coming. To check up on her. In two days.

Screw it. Rosette tore open the box she'd just taped up, pulled off the top of a bottle of whiskey, and started drinking heavily in deep, desperate gulps.



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Comments

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

Kid was definitely a little mercenary in training. She silently crept up on the nun and waited until she had a mouth full of alcohol. "What are you doing?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

And the nun very quickly didn't have a mouthful of alcohol, as she ended up spitting it out in surprise at the sudden kid behind her. And then whimpered a little over the waste as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to look at the kid. "...Um, nothing? Where'd you come from?"

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

Giggling evilly, Kid pointed toward the door. "Where you drinking booze?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Psssh, no," Rosette said, scoffing pointedly at the little girl before taking another swig. This wasn't booze, it was liquor. Yes, she just might try to defend that there was a difference, if only for the purposes of this conversation.

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

Kid was not so easily swayed by semantics. "It looks like it. Mom and dad drink that kind of stuff."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Your mom and dad have good taste then," Rosette said with a nod, tipping her bottle a little as if in a toast before taking another sip, and then eying the little girl. "Speaking of your mom and dad, where are they? Or did they just see a church and think they could get away with dumping you off on a nun for free day care?"

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"No," Kid replied. Like she needed to be watched. "Mom's probably hiding at the store and dad was being boring so I left."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"An' you thought a church would be more exciting?" Rosette arched a challenging eyebrow at the girl.

And swigged again.

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Kid replied, just as challenging. "Dad mentioned a nun one time."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Base a whole visit based on a single mention, huh?" Rosette said wryly, but then, really, she had to ask, "Who's your dad?"

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"My dad," Kid said, because that was who he was. "Mom sometimes calls him Wade when they drink and then go an' do adult training. Everyone but that annoying guy who isn't my new mom calls him Deadpool."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette had chosen a bad time to take another drink, because there was whiskey spraying out of her mouth again. Half of the gulp, anyway; the other half she nearly choked on, and her face went a little red from the struggle to start breathing again.

"Oh," she finally managed, choked and strangled, then clearing her throat to embolden her voice, "I...I see."

Since when did that sonova bitch have a KID?

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"You okay?" Kid asked, more out of concern that her fun would go away than for Rosette's safety.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Rosette waved a hand at the girl, though her voice still sounded a little strangled. "...Deadpool's kid, huh?"

There was an evil part of Rosette's head sparking up to try to come up with someway she could use this information to show Deadpool how much of an asshole he was, but she was having a little trouble at the moment.

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, and I'm not sharing him with that baby," Kid replied sulkily.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"What baby?" Rosette, a conversational sort of drinker, had the bottle almost to her lips as she asked but then thought wiser of it and lowered it, waiting until the girl answered before taking another drink.

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"The stupid ninja baby." She leaned forward to confide in Rosette. "I'm glad we left him with his other dad."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Other...dad? Ohhhh, this was what she was waiting for. Rosette leaned forward toward the girl with a wicked grin and nodded as she confided back. "Probably a good idea, yeah. So, what's your name, kid?"

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"That's my name."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

It took Rosette a second. "Kid is your name?"

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"Yup! Jus' like mom and dad."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. Rosette smirked a little and then leaned into Kid a little more and asked, very conspiritoraly (which was totally a word), "So, your dad's mentioned a nun, huh? What'd he say?"

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

Kid shrugged unhelpfully. "'m not sure. He feel asleep before anything."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette's teeth gnashed together as she balled up a fist. Curses! She eyed Kid critically, wondering if there was maybe a different way to crack her and see what, if anything, she could get out of her. "Fell asleep?"

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh." Kid nodded. "He was having a some of that and then fell asleep," She said, pointing at the bottle.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

There was a slightly evil, triumphant smirk on Rosette's face in response to that. "And was he all, cranky when he was doing it? Like complaining or all emo or something?"

Please say yes; dear god, child, please say yes.

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but he also gets like that when he watches that show with the bony girls and the scary forehead lady."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Mwa ha ha, success! But, at the same time, while Rosette was feeling triumph over the fact that Deadpool would get moody over her and ANTM (which, she assumed, was because of her), it also made her stomach twist around in knots. She was firmly deciding to ignore those, though.

"Yes, well, can't blame him there, really, can we?"

Scary forehead lady. Heeeeee.

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"I guess not." This nun lady was weird. "Do you know my dad?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I know 'im, alright," Rosette said, sounding slightly displeased about that fact. "If you're at his house, look for the cupcake on the ceiling. All me, right there."

Assuming Deadpool hadn't taken it down out of spite. And, if he had? Rosette might actually cry if he removed the cupcake. After shooting him in the head with all the ammo she had at her disposal. And then possibly blowing up 25 Unicorn. And salting the earth so nothing ever grows there again.

[merc-brat.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Kid replied. "I slept in dad's room 'cause he didn't want me to see Yuki and and some candy having sex."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Ye-heah," Rosette sighed, shaking her head and taking another deep, deep drink. "No one needs to see that." She patted Kid's head sympathetically.