/is great at hiatusing, shut up
[The relative calm of the intercom could only last for so long, really. As things go, it's probably to the good that, when it shatters today, it's only for a voice - pretty but untrained - singing in careful Latin:]
Vere passum immolatum
In cruce pro homine
Cuius latus perforatum -
[The song, of course, is a hymn, started up somewhere suddenly in its middle in an almost dirge-like mood. The tone, on the other hand, is hardly reverent. Gilbert is managing to keep on tune and sing like he's telling a bad joke, all at once:]
Unda fluxit et sanguine...
[And he trails off with a small, sudden laugh.]
Really, it's bad if singing in church was less painful than all this.
(OOC: For characters who would know Latin, the translation of the hymn Gil's singing.)
Vere passum immolatum
In cruce pro homine
Cuius latus perforatum -
[The song, of course, is a hymn, started up somewhere suddenly in its middle in an almost dirge-like mood. The tone, on the other hand, is hardly reverent. Gilbert is managing to keep on tune and sing like he's telling a bad joke, all at once:]
Unda fluxit et sanguine...
[And he trails off with a small, sudden laugh.]
Really, it's bad if singing in church was less painful than all this.
(OOC: For characters who would know Latin, the translation of the hymn Gil's singing.)