fandomtownies | Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

Entry tags:

$church,
castiel

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

Today's sermon was all about procreation and the Miracle of Life (yeah, that phrase clearly had verbal capitals on it. It's a talent). Having already put a fair amount of time explaining about the first step of procreation -- being what many people chose to get up to with their various bits -- Castiel instead focused on the later steps, especially the birth.

It was Castiel, he went into far too much detail. Far, far too much detail.

[ooc: but I will not. Now in the right place! OCD ~~on its way~~ is up]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Or possibly hide from the sermon.

The way he talks about his cat, it's hard to tell if he's a proud pet-father or creepily interested the whole process.

We'll assume it's the former.

Interview over and done with. I think it went pretty well. Lord only knows if I'll get it, since I know the other person going for it will interview at least just as well.

Fun with applying for a promotion within one's own job. You actually KNOW everyone involved!

The sermon was absolutely nothing like what Dimitri was expecting from a church service. But he wasn't there to listen, it was more about sitting quietly in the church to regain some sense of peace before he headed to work.

That wasn't actually happening today.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

That was pretty much Chuck's reaction to the whole sermon.

Francine might have raised an eyebrow about the level of detail, and blushed a little through various parts, but overall she was mostly nodding along and occasionally glancing at Chuck and trying not to snicker.

Church was really interesting. She thought it would be boring, but this wasn't boring at all. And Shelley had never been more thankful for being on the pill.

"Is church always this... informative?" Shelley asked, not really knowing what she was getting at.

"I mean, is that typically what you hear here?" She laughed, because those last two words were kinda the same, and that always made her laugh.

Castiel wasn't certain why she was laughing, but then, he never understood human humor that well, anyway. "I've never attended services at another church," he confessed. "It's fairly typical for my sermons, though."

"Wait." Give her a second. "Does this mean that you're like a, um, a preacher?"

Castiel wasn't sure what to say. They hadn't had a date yet, and both Chuck and Dean seemed to think he shouldn't say anything about being an angel until after their first date, but they also said it wasn't lying if she didn't ask and she was asking.

Sort of.

Well, either way, he panicked in his quiet, blank angelic way, and answered.

"I'm an angel of the Lord."

"That's so sweet," she said, not even bothering to process the statement and just assuming it was something preachers would say.

"So you can't have sex, huh?" There was a tinge of disappointment in her voice, but she quickly realized this probably wasn't the best thing to say and added, "I mean, nifty."

Not sure what she meant by that.

Castiel wasn't certain how that followed. "I've never heard of any restrictions on that. It's possible I wasn't supposed to go to the brothel, but I don't think that was because I wasn't supposed to have sex."

"So this is like one of those progressive churches?" She felt slightly uncomfortable with this whole line of conversation, and bit her lower lip in confusion.

Chuck noticed Francine glancing at him at some point and made the international sign of "I'm going to puke".

He wasn't, really. Not unless Castiel broke out some visual aids.

Progressive? "It's Unitarian." Castiel didn't really know what any of that meant. "It's very different from the churches I remember from when I first visited this plane."

Shelley didn't know what that meant either, so she decided to take it as a good sign. Ever the optimist.

"I love flying. Planes just really fascinate me, you know." Guys liked girls who were into mechanical things.

... Well, this wasn't anything like those lectures his father had held on not muddying the bloody succession with bastards.

Arthur looked faintly green.

Ah, a topic Castiel could speak about. "Yes, I love flying as well! And the different planes I've visited have been very interesting. I wouldn't recommend Hell, though. I think you'd find it disagreeable."

"Well, duh." Shelley had never heard of that particular airline, but it sounded awful. "Heff had is own plane, but my favorite has always been Virgin. Heff's plane always smelled like cigar smoke and sweat." Her nose crinkled in mild disgust.

Okay, ability to not snicker: fail! "So I guess we know who carried the kid in our relationship."

What? He'd been a girl before. It could happen.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I had a kid in some universe," Chuck said, still looking extremely uncomfortable. "I just hope to god I was unconscious during the birthing process."

A week in Wales hadn't dulled Francine's memory or her enjoyment of baking. The upshot of which was a smiling Francine holding out relatively fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies (last night) in a Christmas tin (she still had a millionty-two of them, thanks Mom) after the sermon.

"So, um. These are for you."

Francine cocked her head. "Really? With who?"

Chuck sighed. "Dean. It was a girl."

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 3

Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

Listen to the sermon

Talk to Castiel

OOC

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Talk to Castiel

Re: Listen to the sermon

Re: Listen to the sermon