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[bloodyrockgod]

It's always a complicated process, trying to jibe the various timelines he has to deal with, but Charlie's determined. This is his third Milliways-based Lent, and he's not going to let it slide just because it's summer in San Diego. Sometimes a bloke needs a time of contemplation and discipline. Even this bloke.

So. Doorway in from California early this morning, out to Las Vegas for Mass, and back to the Bar again.

For a guy with ashes on his forehead, he looks pretty peaceful.

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[poisonwine]

Belle notes that he's got ashes on his forehead as well. She smiles at him, nodding her head in greeting. "'Lo."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mornin'," he says cheerfully. "Lovely day."

[poisonwine]

She nods. "Yes, it is. Nice t' see I'm not de only one eatin' fish t'day."

Though there's more to it than that, of course.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Well, yeah--it's Lent." He holds out a hand. "I'm Charlie."

[poisonwine]

"Belladonna." She shakes, her grip firm. "Dere's so many people from so many different places, y' f'get dere are some people who do things the way y' used t'."

[bloodyrockgod]

"That's a lovely name.

"You're from New Orleans, aren't you?"

[poisonwine]

She nods. "Merci. An' yeah. Born 'n' raised dere." She motions to a seat. "Care t' join me? I woul'n' mind de company."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Sure, thanks." He makes himself comfortable. "I've visited it a few times. Lovely city. I haven't been back since the hurricane, though. My friends left."

[poisonwine]

Belle nods at the first few comments, before frowning. "Hurricane?"

Not that there aren't hurricanes, but none that would be known only as 'the' hurricane.

[bloodyrockgod]

Oh. Er. Oops?

"Katrina?" He winces. "Don't tell me--alternative timeline. Which is actually reassuring, if you want to know the truth."

[poisonwine]

"Um. . .mebe. What year y' from?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Er . . . depends on who I'm with, to be honest. My world is 2004, my boss's is 2007, and my husband's is 2000."

[poisonwine]

Husband? "Dey legalized gay marriage?" She's kinda glad to hear that. "I'm from 1989." She has the 10 lb cell phone to prove it.

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

This little hazel-eyed brunette is not one to hold back her opinions. She's six, after all.

So she stands in front of him and says, somewhat disdainfully, "You've got a dirty face."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Yes," he says seriously, "I've got ashes on my face. Today's Ash Wednesday."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She frowns a little. "What's that?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"It's the start of Lent. It means forty days until Easter."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

She tilts her head curiously. "What's Lent?"

Easter she knows. They go to church on Easter.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Well," Charlie says in the tone of someone used to explaining things to the small and adorable, "it's forty days to thinjk about God and all the things you need to do to be a better person. And a lot of people stop eating meat, or they give up something they like--that's called fasting.

"So I'm meatless until April."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

April ponders this for a moment.

"I don't believe in God," she says finally.

[bloodyrockgod]

"I stopped for a while," Charlie confides. "But then I met an angel."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

That gets a gasp.

"A real angel?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Oh, yes. Wings and everything."

[fallen-april.livejournal.com]

"So they're really real? Daddy says angels aren't real."

Not that she really cares what Daddy thinks.

[bloodyrockgod]

"They are very real. I'll let you know a secret." He leans close. "Daddies don't know everything."