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[There is a beautiful cathedral in the dressing room. Its painted ceilings rise up far with intricate and detailed glass mosaics that line the walls, casting a multitude of colors over the stone floors and pews. The altar at the back of the cathedral is just as beautiful, small candles lined up, each lit for someone or some purpose. There isn't a single electrical light in the entire place; only candles provide solace against the darkness.
In the first pew sits an old (but not too old) man with strangely colored hair wearing simple priest garbs (black with a white strip at the front of his collar). One arm is slung over the back of the pew, his other hand is holding something to his mouth. Above his head bubbles float up... A bubble pipe?]
[ooc; For those that have forgotten or are new- this is GENERAL Timothy, age 39. His information is in his journal C: He's notpapa , coconutrecords , & deadlytease 's Timothy.]
In the first pew sits an old (but not too old) man with strangely colored hair wearing simple priest garbs (black with a white strip at the front of his collar). One arm is slung over the back of the pew, his other hand is holding something to his mouth. Above his head bubbles float up... A bubble pipe?]
[ooc; For those that have forgotten or are new- this is GENERAL Timothy, age 39. His information is in his journal C: He's notpapa , coconutrecords , & deadlytease 's Timothy.]