Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

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There was dancing in the church. Dancing penguins to be precise. The church was full of them. The aisle had turned into a dance floor while in front of the altar there was a large penguin gospel choir. The pews were full of jumping, clapping and singing penguins. Never had the otherwise very peaceful church seen this many visitors, though it was unclear whether they worshipped the divine or whether they just liked the acoustics of the building.

Gabriel sat perched on a roof beam. At least the critters couldn't fly.

Cat was nowhere to be seen.

Then the choir started singing about space travel.

[The church is open]