[itp: organ practice. not the ticky kind.]

[dimanibussacrum]

[Early on this fine early autumn morning, the strands of organ music drift through the camp, sounding somewhat but not entirely like a Christian liturgical tune. If you peak into the church, you can find one priest that is not Abel, or Wolfwood sleeping discreetly in a pew over a bible and a stack of notes that seem to be a sermon, and one girl dressed in a nuns habit enthusiastically practicing with the organ and humming to herself loudly.]

[I'll be in and out all day, so free to use this post as you please.]