TP - WEEK ONE CURFEW - OH GOD NOT THE CHURCH

[impacter]

free for all style unless otherwise marked, have fun

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[ohrlyeh]

[He really just looks like he collapsed here from a nap attack behind a pew Family Guy death style and was....sleeping up until now. He's still not moving.]

....Other people?

[Bleh.]

[impacter]

[Someone is stuck in a clergy outfit when he sticks his head overtop whatever pew Lovecraft has stuffed himself again.]

I thought I recognized that voice.

We really need to stop meeting like this, Lovecraft. Your poor back must be in tatters.

[ohrlyeh]

Oh, Solomon. You're back from...being eaten.

[Hi.]

My back is fine. I think.

[impacter]

[snrk]

Ah, yes, that devious people-eater. Don't worry, it's been dealt with.

[ohrlyeh]

Oh. Okay.


[OKAY WITH RETURNING FROM THE DEAD????]

Why are you...here.

[impacter]

I was curious about something. [if you see him glancing at fandaniel: no you didn't]

It's very late - I'm surprised you're not down at your dorm.

[ohrlyeh]

[Also glancing at Fandaniel except his neck sort of. Cracks with this one? It's fine.]

I fell asleep.

[OBVIOUS]

What's wrong with...him?

[impacter]

Oh, what isn't wrong with him?

[Said jokingly.]

Don't worry about it. A little feud between the two of us, nothing more.

[Though it does look like Fandaniel's trying and failing to escape out the doors. Hm.]

[ohrlyeh]

Feud...?

[Huh?]

Why are you fighting?

[impacter]

It's not a fight, I promise. Just some personal differences. Plus, he keeps making me so very curious.

[ohrlyeh]

In a good or bad way?

[impacter]

In a way. I 'll know it when I see it.

[ohrlyeh]

Okay. Just...be careful. He is a god. Was?

[Just saying!]

[impacter]

[Oh?]

Did he tell you that himself?

[ohrlyeh]

Yes. He did.

[He tilts his head.]

I'm not...sure if...he was lying.

[impacter]

Hm. I'll just have to ask for myself, I suppose.

Thank you very much, Lovecraft, what a nice piece of info you've given me!

[ohrlyeh]

....Okay? You're. Welcome?

[??????]

[fouettee]

Good evening, Monsieur.

[He said he'd rather sleep so she just didn't bother him. Learning.]

Did you have a pleasant rest?

[ohrlyeh]

I did, yes.

[While looking like a crumpled QWOP doll.]

Why are you here, Annette...?

[fouettee]

I came to pray. I'm used to doing so at my bedside, but I didn't want to bother everyone we share a room with by doing so there...

[Old habits die hard. Even if the God overseeing them is unkind and perhaps not even her own, maybe somewhere, the God she knows and loves will hear her.]

Though I admit, I didn't expect anyone else to be here this late.

[ohrlyeh]

What time is it? Oh bother...

[Did he really not....know...........]

Are you praying to Father? Or a different god?

[fouettee]

Just past eleven, I believe.

[Her face scrunches. A complicated question!]

I'm praying to the Father I know, if not the one we've been told about...though they sound to be similar, in so many ways. I suppose I'm simply...praying to whoever will hear me.

[ohrlyeh]

Hm.

[What a conundrum.]

And do you think they...will listen?

[fouettee]

...I don't know.

[And the admission makes her look somewhat crestfallen. Before, she'd always believed without question that He could hear her, that He did hear her, even if she was not meant to hear His voice.]

I'm not certain I'll receive an answer, either way.

[ohrlyeh]

[Hm. He really doesn't know how to reassure her on this.]

Maybe for now you...have to find. Your own answer, I guess.