Our Lady of Fandom; Tuesday [ 04/26 ]

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

So. That was it, then.

Father Remington had just left the church; he had to get up to New York to make a few arrangements and would come back for her Thursday morning, giving her enough time to sort of do what she needed to do to close her accounts here. She explained the situation with John, which lead to the confirmation that, no, she had no intention to take her full vows, but, considering the circumstances, they could still keep her on as a member of the Militia until things were resolved in California. He promised he wouldn't say anything, and Rosette tried to ignore the fact that his expression looked like disappointment in her, but, dammit, he should know by now that she wasn't the type of person to be in a habit, anyway.

Rosette sat quietly in the front pew, eyes on the floor, trying to figure out how she was going to do everything by Thursday morning. She had people to thank...a lot of people to thank. People to apologize to, especially the other night...She was happy to get to go find Joshua now, of course, but...this place...

She was really going to miss this place.

To the untrained eye, it might even look like Sister Rosette was praying, quiet, reflective. She'd imagined everyone would know better than that.

Which is why she felt she could actually get away with it for once.



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[demons-death.livejournal.com]

After his office hours and talking to Dean, John headed down to the church. Hopefully he could find out a little more about what had happened to Sam.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette lifted her eyes when she heard someone entering, turning her head toward John. "...Hello."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John nodded to the young woman. "Hello. I was wondering... My son was hurt here Sunday night. I'm trying to find out what happened."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette turned away a bit, lowering her head in guilt, before getting up from the pew and walking over to talk to him. "Um, yeah, that. I...that would have been my fault. I'm sorry; I...is he okay? Your son...probably the one who was thrown against the wall and had to be taken to the clinic?"

The fact that she didn't even know the boy's name hurt; people she didn't even know ended up getting involved. It almost made Rosette wish Rizelle was still around, just so she could hurt her even more for the pathetic coward the demon was.

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

John nodded. "That would be him. Sam Winchester. He's fine -- a little beat up, but fine. But he doesn't remember any of it. We thought maybe possession, but we don't know anything for sure right now."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette nodded, with a deep breath to call her distress in hearing that the boy was okay. "Yeah. He was...being controlled, by a demon named Rizelle that specializes in puppet mastery. She's dead now, though; we got her good, so...as long as he's okay, you shouldn't have to worry. I...I'm really, really sorry about what happened to your son, sir...I can assure you that nothing like this is going to happen on my accord again."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

"Rizelle, you say?" John repeated, making note of the name. "That's one I'm not familiar with." Realising he hadn't yet, he introduced himself. "John Winchester. I'm something of a demon hunter myself."

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"Rosette Christopher," she introduced herself back, offering a hand, and a nod. "Nice to meet you." Even if it was for probably just this once, with her leaving and... "Sorry it couldn't be under better conditions, really..."

[demons-death.livejournal.com]

"It could be worse," John said, shaking her hand firmly. "You'd be surprised how many people I've met in the wake of hunting a demon."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Well, not much," Rosette offered a small smile. "I hunted back home where I'm from, so I know what it's like. Met some of my best friends that way, actually, now that I think about it..."

One good thing about going home again. Getting to see Azmaria again. Maybe Satella. Maybe.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John poked his way into the church, wondering how things were going.

And so not going to offer to patch the roof.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Hey, John," Rosette gave him a smile as she turned to see him coming in. "Was rather hoping you'd stop in." She stayed sitting in the front pew, though.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

He settles in next ot her. "Oh? Why's that?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette shifted a little, eyes going back to the floor. "M'leaving Thursday..."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Oh. That's cool. Back on Monday?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Um...no. Not quite." Rosette gulped, then sighed. "Back next Friday, 'cause you graduate then, right...? Then then...."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"And then... leaving for real? Back to the Stone Ages and Flapperville?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Okay, that made Rosette grin a little, a wry little one, as she rolled her eyes his way and reminded herself that this stood as one of the reasons she liked the guy. "Yup." She sighed, leaning on him, settling her head on John's shoulder. "Not even televisions. What am I going to do without my ANTM?"

She asked it in a light tone, but that was just because she was trying not to focus on the fact that she really wasn't going to have any more ANTM. Stone Ages, indeed.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Screw that, whaddya gonna do without TV? You'll have to go to theaters or something. Learn to hotwire Model Ts or something. Studebakers." He grinned. "Cuz Studebakers are fierce."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette grinned, especially at his use of the word fierce. "That sounds like so much fun!" she chuckled. "We're definitely gonna have to do that." She leaned her head on his shoulder more, looking up at him with a grin. "I think I'll do okay without a television with you around." And kissed him on the jawline.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I think I can manage, too," he said, cupping her face with his hand as she went to town on his jawline like that.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Aw, hell. She threw in a quick flick of a lick along it, too, while she was at it before responding, "You think so? Good. I feel bad."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"You should! I'm facing certain peril and dire threats all for a Commando Nun." He smirked.


And then a thought hit him. "You're not commando, are you?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette giggled, because he'd just about read her mind. "No. Quite properly attired, thank you very much. Sorry."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Oh. that's a shame. Cuz we coulda tested the confessional again. How's the room downstairs? With the still? And the bed?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"John," Rosette clicked her tongue in mock distaste. "What sort of things are going on in that dirty little mind of yours? This is a church."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Very fun things," he said with a smirk.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Well, Rosette certainly couldn't argue with that. She nuzzled a little into his neck, and her hand reached to find his. "It has been a while..." And, in an excellent job of keeping on topic, "Oh! Hey, how's your arm?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Hey! Very armlike. It'll be fine." He flexes it, and totally sets it on her thigh. "See?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Rosette said, drawing in a breath and sighing doubtfully. "Might need to get a better look at it. Lighting here? Sucks."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"True. Hrm. You know of a better place? FOr lighting, I mean." He did look concerne.d

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she looked forlornly over at John's arm. Concerned indeed. "Should probably run it under some water, or something, in case it's gotten infected by...spores. Or something." She stood up sharply, deep breath as her hands lightly hit her thighs. "Well, then. Let us waste no time. Downstairs with you." She took his hand and started leading him toward the basement (http://nun-better.livejournal.com/6945.html).