Magdalene Order Cemetary, Chicago Headquarters, Saturday.
There had been a change in plans. Apparantly, they got the wrong place, and what Rosette was looking for was actually in Chicago, not New York.
The looks on the nun's faces over Rosette's rather obscenity and threat-filled response to the bad news was pretty classic and she stormed out of the convent to John waiting in the car. She was still grumble-muttering as she plopped back into the driver's seat, turned the ignition, and left skid marks on the drive way as she peeled out of there at impressive speeds.
"...the hell?"
"New plan," Rosette said sharply. "We're going to Chicago."
Since she was a clearly irritated little spitball behind the wheel of something that could easily bring on both their deaths, John figured maybe he'd just go with the flow on this one. Road trip, right? Plans were totally fudgable.
After a lot of driving, a crashing session at a cheap motel once Rosette realized that this whole sleeping-and-driving thing wasn't working well together, and then more driving, they'd arrived and found the Magdalene Order of Chicago. The young nuns there were very helpful in helping Rosette find what she was looking for. They said they remembered because, not too long ago, others had asked about that same thing..
...Others?
Rosette's heart, appropriately enough, stopped with a sharp chill as she spotted it. It was low and simple, very basic, nothing impressive at all. Just a simple headstone, much like her father's.
Rosette Christopher
1908 -- 1932
...wait. 1932? Rosette's eyes widened. When did...how...the visions she had recieved from that weekend when she was Mary had said 1934! Something...something had changed between then and now that would make her die...sooner? With Chrono? Her hand drifted up to her chest, to where the watch was. Was the Vision wrong? Could they be wrong?
Her hand fell, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. It didn't matter. That was vision, this was reality in cold, hard stone. Six years, not eight. Even less time than before...
..well, this is what she wanted to see, wasn't it? Why? Was she glad she saw it?
...Oddly, yes. She stared a little bit longer at the name. She didn't even notice the flowers that were already sitting there, only wilted a bit, as if it had only been a few days. She breathed in deeply, closed her eyes.
And jumped. A little hop, followed by another, and a slow grin before turning toward John with a strange, wry smirk. "Really think I'm down there?" she asked. "Rotting away in a coffin while I stand here at the same time?" Profound, really. She hopped again. "Can't feel a thing..."
Making the idle attempt at a joke made her feel just a little bit off edge that she probably was standing over her dead, rotting corpse right now.
[[ for apocalypsesoon, who was modded with permission; NFB due to distance ]]
The looks on the nun's faces over Rosette's rather obscenity and threat-filled response to the bad news was pretty classic and she stormed out of the convent to John waiting in the car. She was still grumble-muttering as she plopped back into the driver's seat, turned the ignition, and left skid marks on the drive way as she peeled out of there at impressive speeds.
"...the hell?"
"New plan," Rosette said sharply. "We're going to Chicago."
Since she was a clearly irritated little spitball behind the wheel of something that could easily bring on both their deaths, John figured maybe he'd just go with the flow on this one. Road trip, right? Plans were totally fudgable.
After a lot of driving, a crashing session at a cheap motel once Rosette realized that this whole sleeping-and-driving thing wasn't working well together, and then more driving, they'd arrived and found the Magdalene Order of Chicago. The young nuns there were very helpful in helping Rosette find what she was looking for. They said they remembered because, not too long ago, others had asked about that same thing..
...Others?
Rosette's heart, appropriately enough, stopped with a sharp chill as she spotted it. It was low and simple, very basic, nothing impressive at all. Just a simple headstone, much like her father's.
Rosette Christopher
1908 -- 1932
...wait. 1932? Rosette's eyes widened. When did...how...the visions she had recieved from that weekend when she was Mary had said 1934! Something...something had changed between then and now that would make her die...sooner? With Chrono? Her hand drifted up to her chest, to where the watch was. Was the Vision wrong? Could they be wrong?
Her hand fell, and she swallowed the lump in her throat. It didn't matter. That was vision, this was reality in cold, hard stone. Six years, not eight. Even less time than before...
..well, this is what she wanted to see, wasn't it? Why? Was she glad she saw it?
...Oddly, yes. She stared a little bit longer at the name. She didn't even notice the flowers that were already sitting there, only wilted a bit, as if it had only been a few days. She breathed in deeply, closed her eyes.
And jumped. A little hop, followed by another, and a slow grin before turning toward John with a strange, wry smirk. "Really think I'm down there?" she asked. "Rotting away in a coffin while I stand here at the same time?" Profound, really. She hopped again. "Can't feel a thing..."
Making the idle attempt at a joke made her feel just a little bit off edge that she probably was standing over her dead, rotting corpse right now.
[[ for apocalypsesoon, who was modded with permission; NFB due to distance ]]