Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday all day

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Gabriel had listened to the radio. The island had been struck with plague, and he didn't doubt for a moment that it was God's work. Not only had he been humiliated by being turned mortal, he was also about to face death in the lowest and most degrading way possible.

He was not going out without a fight, however. The door was bolted. Anyone with symtoms would be tasered rather than let into the church.

[The church is... not exactly open, but the door is very knockable.]