Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

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After finally finding the church, Father O'Malley had spent half the night cursing his fate. Why!? Whyyyyy?! Why was he so different?!

Of course, there was no answer so he had gone to sleep on one of the pews.

But today... today he was ready to follow his calling again. Sitting in the confessional, he waited to help ease the pain of others.

[[Open like a church is!]]

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[tyler_gone]

Louis' sleep in his coffin was restless, and he awoke several hours before dusk. Conveniently, he found shadows, sewers, and movement at superhuman speeds combined to let him make his way back to the church he had noticed during his explorations the day before.

He stood at the back of the church, hands folded behind his back as he admired the religious artwork, and contemplated the confessional. He was damned, but the act of confessing still held a certain call.

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"How can I help you, my son?" O'Malley asked, not having nodded off there at all and awoken by the noise of someone in the church.

[tyler_gone]

"Father." Louis was surprised by the voice, and more surprised yet when he saw the man it came from. "I fear I'm beyond any help man can offer, but I quite like to look on crucifixes."

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"There is no man beyond the love of god," Father O'Malley said, though his conviction wasn't as strong as it should have been. "Even those who sin. And sin again."

And then again.

And again.

Oh, that one time had be--No! No. He wasn't going to give in to these urges.

[tyler_gone]

"No man, perhaps, but I am no man," Louis said enigmatically.

He knew he was being enigmatic; he worked hard on it.

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"You're a woman?" Father O'Malley gasped, eyes going wide.

...perhaps he was a bit too literal.

[tyler_gone]

"Do I look like a woman?" Louis asked, distracted from his brooding as he ran a a hand through his long, lustrous light brown locks.

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve was a churchgoing sort of hypocrite old-fashioned, and it was Sunday, so even though the only clothes he'd wound up with in this weird place were his uniform, here he was.

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"How can I help you, my son?" Father O'Malley asked, hoping this person wouldn't bite him.

[screwyoumarvel]

Oh, it was a Catholic church? Still, it seemed to be the only one on the island. "Is there a service today, Father?"

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"Only the quiet reflection on our sins," Father O'Malley replied, eyes raised toward the heavens. And what looked like a... cupcake on the ceiling?

What the--?!

[screwyoumarvel]

Maybe that was how the Catholics did things, then.

Steve followed his gaze up. To the cupcake. He was pretty sure that was not how the Catholics did things.

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Father O'Malley crossed himself, praying for absolution so that he could return to the monastery.

"This place is full of sin and evil!"

And the man next to him was very handsome. Even in that ridiculous outfit.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

In the much later hours of the afternoon, teaming with the utmost of excitement, Miss Lydia Bennet shamelessly modded her way to the church with her love in tow. What a wonderful agreement they had handwavily because AU weekend kills teh brain reached, to be wed, so that, even though they may soon be torn apart by his duty to vanquish the evils of the world, their hearts would still be joined as one and should he die in duty, then Lydia would proudly wear upon her young head the tragic veil of a mourning widow.

And then dally in countless unmentioned affairs, to be sure, but that was neither here nor there! Now, there was only her, and her love, and a church.

"Hello?" she called. "Oh, hello! Please, it is such sudden notice, but we wish to be wed!"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"There must be someone on this island that can marry us at once," the Blue Bandit proclaimed, having washed both mask and hat so that they were resplendent in the church light. His eyes, so normally sad and caked in guyliner, were bright and happy today.

A rare thing, indeed.

"A church without an official is a waste!"

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Father O'Malley turned away from the front of the church and his contemplations, hoping maybe this person wouldn't be trying to bite him.

Or a rude man.

"Yes, my children?"

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"We wish to be wed!" said Lydia, almost brimming over with a squeal that might have tested the hearing ranges of some canines. "As soon as possible, for even as soon as the daybreak of morning, my dear love may need to return to his always trying duty of vanquishing evil."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Governor Odious must be stopped," he said, eyes hardening and narrowing. "I have traveled across vast deserts to be here today, just for this!"

Except, he hadn't planned this at all but wonderful surprises were not to be turned down.

"We want to be married so we can be connected once I must depart to fulfill my quest for revenge against the evil Governor Odious."

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They were in love! Love... something he could never have. With his wicked thoughts and impure urges that shamed him to his very core!

But he must set a good example to the children! they were young and knew not of the vile and wrong and seductive things two men do when alone. With no clothing...

Where was he again? Ah, right. Evil.

"Do you have a witness for this most sacred of of the sacraments?"

[shiroi_tiger]

The Vampire Lestat had been having... a poor night, to say the least. But with the hunter out of his hair, and Claudia finally satisfied, he felt compelled to wander about, to get a better feel for the surroundings he found about him.

And, perhaps, to backtrack the steps of his favorite prodigal Louis.

"A church," he mused, stepping inside and grinning. "But of course, Louis. You would, wouldn't you?"

And a confessional! How quaint!

"Is anybody home?"

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Father O'Mally stood up from his kneeling position before the alter now, turning to see who had come for his guidance.

...even if he was a sinner. And damned for his thoughts. Damned!

"Can I help you, my son?"

[shiroi_tiger]

"I am almost entirely certain," Lestat replied as he took in the sight of the priest before him, "that I am all but beyond help. Though I would commend anyone willing to put forth the effort."

All things taken into consideration, this man before him could stand to have many 'commendations.'

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"No one is beyond help, my child." No one but him... Oh those wicked thoughts burned within his very soul at the look the other man gave him!

Why? Why was he this way when all he wanted was to serve his church!?

[shiroi_tiger]

"Well, then perhaps you can assist me." Lestat made his way toward the altar, toward the man in the priests robes who fancied himself a savior of souls. And he smiled, then, leaning forward and giving his head a nod. "It would appear that my nights are far longer than they ought to be, and entirely too much feels cold against my flesh. Can you help with that, Father?"

Lestat had no shame.

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Father O'Malley gasped, freezing as the shameless words took hold within his very soul. And he was shamed by it.

"Have you no shame?"