Father Mulcahy meets Integra

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Who: Father Mulcahy and Integra
What: They meet
Where: At the church
When: Future-dated to Friday night
Status: In progress and closed
Rating: PG

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[bearerofcrosses]

Integra was actually surprised with how much she was looking forward to meeting Father Mulcahy. She wasn't sure exactly why, but even through the forums, she had a really good feeling about him. It was an extremely rare case for her to feel so positively so quickly about someone, but there was a warmth about his words that made her remember what it was like to be in the presence of someone who knew no prejudice. It actually made her excited to go to church again.

The last time she recalled having that feeling was when she met a particularly kind priest at her church as a child, but as she grew up and the responsibilities of her organization became as overwhelming as they had, her trips to the church became all but a memory. She'd go back every now and again and always felt vastly better for the visit, but her schedule rarely allowed the time that it would take for the commute, so it was a luxury that was saved only for dire circumstances; a fact for which she always felt guilty. Before she knew it, it had been almost six years since she'd been to any kind of service that wasn't related to either a holiday or a crisis.

With all that had happened, she felt that she sorely needed someone here to trust with the particulars of her situation, and the safest person that wasn't a therapist always seemed to be the local priest. Hopefully this time, it could be a fairly regular situation so she wouldn't feel so imposing if she ever truly did need to talk.

Her journey to the church was straightforward and without interruption, so it wasn't long after she left her hotel that she had arrived at the humble building.

A few moments later, the sharply dressed woman gently knocked on the open door of the church and peeked in. "Father Mulcahy?" she asked cautiously.

A quick scan of the room found him sweeping -- a chore which instantly filled her with a bittersweet sort of comfort, since Walter always had a habit of cleaning excessively when he was stressed. It was a trait that she'd always noticed in him, but only just recently began to see in herself. The moment of epiphany came when she found herself awake at three in the morning disinfecting the buttons on the elevator to her floor in the hotel, and five floors below before she was finally questioned by a housekeeper.

Yeah, she could be a great help around here if he ever needed one.

The familiarity of a church quickly set in and she smiled, stepping inside to fully face the person that she'd come to see. "Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt your cleaning. I'm Integra, we spoke on the forums earlier?" she asked more than stated, in case he had forgotten, though he didn't really seem like the type that would.