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Who: Father Mulcahy and open!
What: Father Mulcahy comes to town
When: Now
Where: The edge of the park
Rating: G, as far as Father Mulcahy's concerned
Status: Open and in progress
It had been a long, exhausting day of travel. Father Mulcahy still wasn't quite sure why he'd been called away from the 4077th, but it wasn't for him to question his assignment. And Canada sounded pleasant enough. He wondered how long it would take him to get used to being out of a war zone.
He'd taken a chopper to Tokyo, a plane to Toronto, and was now in the process of taking another chopper to Aternaville. Peculiar name. Father Mulcahy had never heard of it, though he'd be the first to admit that he wasn't particularly up on his Canadian geography.
The helicopter landed on the edge of what looked like a park, though Father Mulcahy thought he had seen a perfectly serviceable airfield from the air. It could be his eyes in the dark, though.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Father Mulcahy shouted to the pilot.
"These are the coordinates I have!" the pilot shouted back.
"All right," Father Mulcahy shouted. "Thank you very much!" He picked up his bag and slid out of the chopper, getting a safe distance away before waving a cheery goodbye to the pilot.
As the night quieted, Father Mulcahy took a moment to look around. All seemed well.
"Now," Father Mulcahy said to himself, "I'd better find the church."
What: Father Mulcahy comes to town
When: Now
Where: The edge of the park
Rating: G, as far as Father Mulcahy's concerned
Status: Open and in progress
It had been a long, exhausting day of travel. Father Mulcahy still wasn't quite sure why he'd been called away from the 4077th, but it wasn't for him to question his assignment. And Canada sounded pleasant enough. He wondered how long it would take him to get used to being out of a war zone.
He'd taken a chopper to Tokyo, a plane to Toronto, and was now in the process of taking another chopper to Aternaville. Peculiar name. Father Mulcahy had never heard of it, though he'd be the first to admit that he wasn't particularly up on his Canadian geography.
The helicopter landed on the edge of what looked like a park, though Father Mulcahy thought he had seen a perfectly serviceable airfield from the air. It could be his eyes in the dark, though.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Father Mulcahy shouted to the pilot.
"These are the coordinates I have!" the pilot shouted back.
"All right," Father Mulcahy shouted. "Thank you very much!" He picked up his bag and slid out of the chopper, getting a safe distance away before waving a cheery goodbye to the pilot.
As the night quieted, Father Mulcahy took a moment to look around. All seemed well.
"Now," Father Mulcahy said to himself, "I'd better find the church."