http://no-archangel.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] no-archangel.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2008-03-09 04:26 pm
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Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday all day

Gabriel held up the cowbell. Should he had mentioned it to Zophael? The mystery surrounding its arrival still bothered him, but really he doubted whether the other angel would have known anything. Zophael was always the type to pretend to know more than he did.

[The church is open]
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[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-03-09 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo had gotten smarter since his last visits to the church; he carried a bag containing a tin of tuna and two chocolate-frosted donuts, which he waved in Gabriel's general direction as he entered.

"God morrow, Gabriel." He wasn't sure he wanted to know about the cowbell.

[OOC: I might be slow.]
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[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-03-09 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"I do learn, if slowly," Romeo returned, passing the bag to Gabriel. "It has been an odd week, it seemed as though it might be a good one to remember to return to church."
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[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-03-09 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Talking shoes," Romeo said thoughtfully, though he was very possibly answering the wrong why. "Singing. A girl. Odd, nonsensical speech. And then yesterday there were cleaning supplies that seemed to have will of their own. I'm told none is too odd for Fandom, but it surprised me nonetheless. Was the church safe from it all?"

He was moving toward the candles as he spoke.
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[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-03-09 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo shrugged, his Then why did you ask? remaining unspoken. To him, anything odd was worth at least a pro forma visit to church, mostly out of habit.

"Excuse me, then." With a slight smile, he began a fast ritual of lighting three candles and praying over them.
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[personal profile] withoutverona 2008-03-09 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Romeo concentrated over his candles for as long as he could stand it, though (he had to admit) his devotion felt slightly manufactured even to him.

He paused, finishing his prayers, and aimed a final thought at the one he saw as his wife's. And may Juliet know I love her and always will, even if my life takes another path. There is no grave to force me to be faithful to her bones, nor much good in that life for me. He doubted God would even listen to that, yet it could not hurt to think it.

Standing, he noticed the cat and gave it a long stroke. "Is it the right sort of tuna?"