http://knight-fatali.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] knight-fatali.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2011-09-10 06:18 pm

Our Lady Of Fandom - Saturday Evening

Seifer had spent that morning getting the church in order, and this evening he was there again. Right there, in the front, kneeling down and praying with his rosary in hand. He was praying that the Lord would forgive him for the lust and depravity that this town brought into his mind. It was just so hard to resist sometimes, and he needs his God's love and guidance to do so.

Not that his focus on his own troubles would stop him from helping anyone who came through the doors. He was there to serve. Whether it be to calm a troubled soul, ease a hurting heart, or perform a marriage ceremony or two.

It seemed Fandom was rather obsessed with marriages.



[Yep, open post for you all]

Re: Pray for your sins!

[identity profile] rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
A mysteriously hood and cloaked (and tiara-ed, but that couldn't possibly be relevant) figure with a basket in his or her hands snuck close to the steps of the church, then left the basket behind and fled into the night.

Stupid baby was sooooo not her problem now.

Or his!

It could be anyone, okay!
furnaceface: (SOW - Wistful PB Thor Knai)

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[personal profile] furnaceface 2011-09-10 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Jonothon Evan Starsmore, the stunningly handsome and ridiculously wealthy rock-star descendant of the late Jack Starsmore, heir of the vast Starsmore Fortune, esteemed leader of the mighty and powerful Clan Akkaba, and wielder of Mysterious Powers of Which He Never Spoke, was troubled.

He had a problem. A deep, visceral problem which made his heart pound in his ears and his breath catch, and all he needed in the entire world was absolution.

Was there absolution in the world for the likes of him?

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

There had better be, because a jawline that hot would have been a sin to hold a grudge against, God.
furnaceface: (SOW - Shirtless PB Thor Knai)

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[personal profile] furnaceface 2011-09-10 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Jonothon bowed his head. He needed to. It helped him with the guilt. The guilt of so many sins. Of so many... vices.

"I have an addiction, Father," he said, after a moment taken to steel himself, to catch his breath and, with glistening eyes, come to terms with the horrible truth which he was about to confess. "For years I've battled with it, for years I've let it eat away at who I am, let it control my life. But now... Now, I realize that I must face it. I must become the man that I know I can be!"

His bottom lip trembled. But only a little.

He could be strong.

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[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-09-10 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"SEIFER!" Squall's voice rung through the church. He sounded drunk, but it was only the heartache and pain that made him sound that way, because he hadn't been able to find a drink. OH, the heartache and pain. He clutched in one hand, like a magic talisman, the royal birth certificate proclaiming him to be the long-lost Squallington Whitney Horace Aloysius Thaddeus Eustace Vivian Ewain Raphael Loire, crown prince of Esthar.

"SEIFER!!! Before you go any farther with this tragic farce, I just want you to know you've rejected ROYALTY!!! That's right, I'm a prince, baby!"

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[identity profile] whateverknight.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Whatever?!? After all we meant to each other, all we've been through, you're just going to say 'WHATEVER'?!?!" Squall stomped his foot angrily. "I'm a prince now, and this proves it!!! If you come back to me, you'll be queen someday! Isn't that better, more important than your vows? Or your love?!"

Wedding! Borgia (etc) / Wayne!

[identity profile] holy-daughter.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Lucrezia Borgia Sforza Wayne Lannister della Rovere possibly-Luthor was excited. Weddings always thrilled her, especially her own. She and Bruce had reunited (http://fandomtownies.livejournal.com/6057412.html?thread=231678660#t231678660), and had pledged to start over. This time, it would be different. This time, they would love, and trust, and grow together, not apart.

This time, they wouldn't tell anyone, and she'd poison him properly.

"Father?" Lucrezia cried out, entering the church in an exquisite gown of white and gold. She always had beautiful wedding gowns. "This wonderful man and I wish to be married."

Technically, they wished to be re-married. They might even still be married, legally. And they had both married other people in the interim, and not necessarily divorced or killed off all of them.

These were boring technicalities. It was a wedding!!!

Re: Wedding! Borgia (etc) / Wayne!

[identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Secretly," Bruce added. "That part is crucial."
Edited 2011-09-11 00:08 (UTC)

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Father. I need your help." Scully looked soulful and sad and lost and bewildered and very Catholic. See! Cross!

Wow, that priest was cute.

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[identity profile] showmetheproof.livejournal.com 2011-09-11 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Either my husband is a horrible cheating liar--" Scully inhaled dramatically. "Or I'm having a Virgin Birth. Without being a Virgin. Maybe just an Immaculate Conception? I am a doctor."

Or both!
glacial_queen: (Running after)

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[personal profile] glacial_queen 2011-09-11 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Father!"

A young, beautiful woman, clearly frightened by the way she was trembling and staring out over her shoulder, dashed into the church, the remains of a nun's habit in tatters around her.

"Sanctuary, Father, sanctuary!" she gasped, throwing herself at his feet. "Please, I beg you, sir! Sanctuary!"
glacial_queen: (On the floor looking up)

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[personal profile] glacial_queen 2011-09-11 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Karla stayed where she was, clinging to his...robe. Or pants. Or whatever he was wearing. "I...I...I am Sister Karla--I have no last name, I was abandoned at the nunnery as a wee infant, with no more clue to my identity than this."

She pulled out a large diamond ring on a chain out from under her shirt to show Seifer. The camera panned in on it, catching the light sparkling from every facet. This diamond might somehow be...important.

"The nuns raised me to be a pious daughter of the church, even though I have always longed to be free--yearned for something more. And...perhaps...this is why..." She turned away, tears in her eyes. "Perhaps this is my punishment for wishing for a life outside the nunnery's hallowed halls."
angelo_wings: ([edea] feathers and curtains)

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[personal profile] angelo_wings 2011-09-11 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Wrigley's was lost, and wandering. The writers had no idea how to have her learn anything useful, so they led her to the church entirely by accident. Obviously, she was very religious.

"Father?" she called out, upon entering the church. She hadn't seen him yet. Which was good ... especially since the musical cue hinted that something dramatic was going to happen.
angelo_wings: ([end] through dangers untold)

Re: Speak with Father Seifer

[personal profile] angelo_wings 2011-09-11 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"... Father?" she faltered, looking at his face. His ... face? There was something achingly familiar about it.

No. No! It was one of the faces from her vague flashback! Maybe? Was it?

Whoever it was, this person seemed to know her! That should have been a relief, but somehow, instead, it inspired panic.

"Who are you?!" she demanded. "What do you want with me???"