Our Lady of Fandom, Friday all day

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At least it wasn't raining. Gabriel glared at the broken window while sitting perched on the beck of a pew. The coffee kept him warm however, and he amused himself by playing the trumpet again, wondering if he's ever get to use those apocalyptic fanfares for real. It was a sad thought.

[The church is open]