Our Lady of Fandom Church, Sunday morning

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Oh, like it was any surprise that this version of Jessica was volunteering at the church.

She knew her creator, of course, and he was an evil man, using the beauty of science to warp the will of the Heavenly Creator, who loved her and blessed her life here on this Earth. Whichever Earth this was. And so on and so forth.

She attended the service - which was a little disappointing because the minister seemed to be more into today's music than Jessica remembered and he somehow did a sermon based on Kanye lyrics, which seemed inappropriate, even if the story of Jesus Walks was inspirational - and then got a table set up for coffee, juice, and water, just in case anyone wanted to mingle afterwards.

[OOC: Open to any churchgoers, with warning that I'll be off and on all day.

Please note, all I really know about the story of Jesus Walks is what I read on Wikipedia two seconds ago.]

The Park, Sunday afternoon

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For several seconds this afternoon, a loud clatter could be heard streaking from the causeway to the park. When it stopped, there was a pile of cowbells in the middle of the park.

Look, James said he was going to do this. Consider it done. Just ignore any reports of cowbell thefts, okay? You couldn't prove it was James who did that anyway.

[OOC: Just establishy. Anyone who actually puts on a cowbell will have my undying love.]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

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Sparks almost didn't come in to work today. After all, he was mostly sure that he was one of those misplaced people that everyone kept talking about, which really made him wonder about this other him with the wild hair and what Cade had insinuated to be a drug habit. His jobs were the same, at least, unless his counterpart was supposed to be the cleaning guy here or whatever, but so long as nobody else showed up for a shift today, he was just going to go about his usual duties.

Sorting stock. Running the till. Cleaning the place. Having a minor existential crisis.

The usual.

[Open, OCD-freeee.]