¤Eighth (Accidental Voice)
[The journal's been open for a little, but all Rachel's been doing is reading something, her head propped in her hand. Eventually, though, she stands up and moves to the window, picking up a small box and removing two candles from it. She places one in the center of a simple menorah set on the windowsill, the other in the far left holder, then picks up a box of matches. There's the familiar scraping against the box as she lights one, and then she begins to speak, to herself, as she lights the center candle.]
Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who has sanctified us by His commandments, and has commanded us to kindle the lights of Hanukkah.
[She shakes out the match, then picks up the candle and moves it to light the second.]
Blessed are you, Lord our God, King of the universe, who wrought miracles for our fathers in days of old, at this season.
[Pauses as she replaces the candle, looking down, then speaking the last part more quietly than the others - this part seems both highly ironic and surprisingly appropriate, this year.]
Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who has kept us alive, and has preserved us, and enabled us to reach this time.
[Since Luceti has no compensation for a holiday with different times every year, she just picked a day (and was off by one). Draco, Hisoka, Lloyd, Ted, Faith, Buffy, you all would have gotten small bags earlier in the day filled with cookies that don't look very impressive at all but taste decently enough.]
Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who has sanctified us by His commandments, and has commanded us to kindle the lights of Hanukkah.
[She shakes out the match, then picks up the candle and moves it to light the second.]
Blessed are you, Lord our God, King of the universe, who wrought miracles for our fathers in days of old, at this season.
[Pauses as she replaces the candle, looking down, then speaking the last part more quietly than the others - this part seems both highly ironic and surprisingly appropriate, this year.]
Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the universe, who has kept us alive, and has preserved us, and enabled us to reach this time.
[Since Luceti has no compensation for a holiday with different times every year, she just picked a day (and was off by one). Draco, Hisoka, Lloyd, Ted, Faith, Buffy, you all would have gotten small bags earlier in the day filled with cookies that don't look very impressive at all but taste decently enough.]