Sunday Mass & After-Party (Superbowl-less Superbowl party)

[theoriginalbamf]

[ooc: I can do this every Sunday if people wish

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Utterly open (and a little pathetic).

[rudolphofvamps]

Spike sat at least three rows behind or in front of anyone else, Elizabeth's rejection clear to anyone who cared to look. But everyone else had gotten up by now, to leave or to mingle. And he was left, the last monkey in the bed.

He sat, quietly smoking, Kurt's words of being a mutant washing over him. Not a demon after all. He wasn't processing the words anyhow. He hadn't processed half of the entire sermon. Halfway through, he'd gotten rather sidetracked by recalling women in funny hats, back when this was a biweekly ritual for he and his mum.

Before she had come down ill.

And then, of one service after her death, after his death; a glorious tribute to Angelus' reign of terror. Silly hats, in all colors and sizes, littered the aisle. He even remembers Will's smile, though not reflected in his countenance. He was rather scowling, if the expression had a name.

If he had deemed it an appropriate time for self-reflection, he would have criticized himself for acting so much like his Sire. His self-pity was very nearly palpable.

awww

[theoriginalbamf]

It felt good to be behind the pulpit (in this case, folding card table) again. Kurt was surprised a bit at the turn-out, but he probably shouldn't have been. It was a place of Salvation, after all

[rudolphofvamps]

He shrugged, not looking up just yet. "Not your problem, mate," he muttered, mechanically, a bit muffled by his cigarette.

[theoriginalbamf]

"Says you." Kurt said, "I sick my tail into everyone's business. But, ja, this is 'my bad'...she caught me off guard. But, if she got really mad at you. That's a good sign. She must be very fond of you. She'll come around. Trust me. I know women."

Says the priest.

"Cookie?" Kurt held out his plate, "These brownies are fantastic."

consider yourself bugged :D

[tartaned]

Aziraphale was almost beaming with happiness. This was exactly the kind of religion he approved of - non-offensive and informal and, above all, cheery.

"Isn't this wonderful," he said to Howie, acquiring his own mug of coffee with something like a bounce in his step. "There's even demons around! Well, not demon-demons, just that vampire over there, but still - it warms the heart."

because his competition is so stiff XD

[tartaned]

"Oh, demons can't know true death just as angels can't," said Aziraphale with the kind of breezy casualness one uses to discuss day-to-day life. "Blessed things certainly pain them greatly and, at worst, send them back down Below, but you can be assured that they still exist and can eventually retake corporeal form if they choose. Vampires... well, they truly can perish."

Then he took a sip of his coffee, paused, and changed it into tea. He never was a fan of the more jittery kind of caffeine. He knew for a fact that Crowley had helped popularize it, so he treated it generally with suspicion.

"Oh, but forgive me if that's too morbid discussion for such an occasion." His smile turned a little apologetic. "I'm simply pleased that everyone can get along for this sort of joint worship. All the splintering of the Church causes so much unpleasantness."

[young_idealist]

Armand attended, quietly and respectfully. He wanted to hear Kurt's story, and the explanation was enlightening. Still, the process did little to lighten his heart. He picked up a single cookie and went back to his chair to think.

[OOC: Feel free to bother him.]

bother!

[nobelprez]

Mass had been interesting - first time the priest had ever been blue in Bartlet's experience - but he'd enjoyed it all the same. It was good to have a church aboard the Barge.

After Mass, he caught sight of Armand, looking rather pensive with a cookie. "Armand! How are you?" he said cheerfully, holding a muffin.

[young_idealist]

Armand glanced over at Jed and smiled, "Oh monsieur president... how are you?" He liked Jed. He hoped he wouldn't gloom at him.

[nobelprez]

"I'm doing all right. You know how it is. But really, how are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while." He still worried about Armand, and he hoped that maybe having a semiregular Mass on board ship would help him out.

[madrassa]

Inara had made a conscious effort to put herself out in the open since she began showing signs of antisocial behavior. She knew that withdrawing would only cause her to pine for home, and going home wasn't an option so early on. She entered the bar silently, returning any eye contact or greetings with smiles or a friendly nod. She took a seat at a table and withdrew a book from a small purse she had brought, settling comfortably. Though Inara was reading, she was sure to hold herself in such a way that she still seemed approachable.