"This can't be right," Vala said, checking her hand for the fourth time. But no, the address she'd been given was correct and the church still...appeared to be closed. Right. She sighed and spread out the skirt of her dress before sitting down on the steps.

To wait.

For lack of anything better to do, Vala had contorted herself into strange positions on the floor, trying to paint her toenails.

She was mostly successful, though she was having difficulty picking a favorite color.

[ooc: Open to all the occupants of the house or anyone who might have a reason to stop by, but primarily for he who is awesome.]