Looking for God

[not_snake_bite]

Having had a discussion with Laurel on the matter a while ago, Steerpike has managed to bring together his courage, and did what most people do. He wrote an advert, and is sitting next to it in the common room.  He's not sure what happened that other night, but it had something otherworldly to it, and what with not really knowing who he is, he

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[just_growed]

Oh! Topsy knows about this.

"You gotta learn Cat'chism. An' Lord's prayer an' things." She tells him with all the authority she can muster. Which is quite a lot, actually.

[not_snake_bite]

He looks at the very dark skinned woman, and frowns, paying attention to her words.

"Ah. And how do I do that?"

[just_growed]

Girl, actually. About ten-ish.

"Why! You gets sommun teach you."

[not_snake_bite]

Oops. Pardon us.

"Well, yes, but who?"

[just_growed]

Topsy puffs her cheeks up and blows the air, rolling her eyes in a very dramatic fashion.

"I dun know."

[not_snake_bite]

He laughs. "I'm sorry, you just seemed so knowledgeable... What's your name?"

[just_growed]

"Topsy." And, well, there's not much more to say.

[not_snake_bite]

"I'm Steerpike." He smiles. "I never met anyone like you before. Where are you from?"

[just_growed]

"N'Orleans. Well, mebbe it's Kintuck, but it's def'nite N'Orleans."

[not_snake_bite]

"Ah." He has no clue where that is. "Alright."

He has nothing to say on that matter, unfortunately.