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fandomtownies2009-07-23 12:37 pm
scruffnfeathers) wrote in fandomtownies2009-07-23 12:37 pm
Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday
Castiel was back at the pulpit. He eyed the choir and then the congregation suspiciously. He was really, really hoping that no one randomly burst into song this week.
After several long moments during which the choir and the congregation grew increasingly worried and fearful for their continued well-being, Castiel finally cleared his throat and spoke.
"It has come to my attention," he said, "that the majority of the human race has developed the odd idea that the Heavenly Host has some sort of vested interest in what you people do with your reproductive organs."
And, uh, he went on from there, as Castiel set out to inform the gathered masses just how little interest angels actually had in the various sordid activities they might get up to. This included visual aids (including the fuzzy handcuffs). By the end of it, even the token bad boy with a heart of gold who sat in the back in his best leather jacket and pretended to sleep through the entire service was blushing.
The little old lady in the front who everyone watched to see when to stand up was grinning like a cougar. After the service, Castiel was going to have to point out that in general, the Heavenly Host had no interest in engaging in what humans got up to with their reproductive organs, either.
[ooc: Open! And, hey, let's try some OCD out today.]
After several long moments during which the choir and the congregation grew increasingly worried and fearful for their continued well-being, Castiel finally cleared his throat and spoke.
"It has come to my attention," he said, "that the majority of the human race has developed the odd idea that the Heavenly Host has some sort of vested interest in what you people do with your reproductive organs."
And, uh, he went on from there, as Castiel set out to inform the gathered masses just how little interest angels actually had in the various sordid activities they might get up to. This included visual aids (including the fuzzy handcuffs). By the end of it, even the token bad boy with a heart of gold who sat in the back in his best leather jacket and pretended to sleep through the entire service was blushing.
The little old lady in the front who everyone watched to see when to stand up was grinning like a cougar. After the service, Castiel was going to have to point out that in general, the Heavenly Host had no interest in engaging in what humans got up to with their reproductive organs, either.
[ooc: Open! And, hey, let's try some OCD out today.]
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