Apr. 2nd, 2014

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The weather has been bad lately, appropriate for the season, but not conducive to religious ceremonies. Today would have been the day for blessing the foundation stone for Javert's church, but when Father Harman went out to check the progress a few days ago, he found not only Javert but Valjean, camping out in the mud, not quite as done as Javert thought he'd be.

The atmosphere out there had been tense, not calm, but perfectly polite, so Father Harman blithely ignored whatever must have been happening to bring the former adversaries to this uneasy truce. They would likely tell him in time, anyway. For now, they civilly agreed to postpone by two days.

Today, after checking again that the new date would in fact still be feasible, Father Harman comes back in from a drizzly outside, rather wet despite the umbrella he's carrying and the large wellie boots he's wearing (which he leaves by the back door, as they're caked with an impressive amount of mud from Javert's building site), and puts up a notice:

re. Blessing of Foundation Stone for Church -- Postponement of Ceremony
To everybody who was going to come to the laying of the foundation stone for the church being built in the forest, please note that the ceremony has been postponed by two days due to inclement weather. The new date for it is Friday, April 4th, at the same time and, naturally, in the same place.

With apologies for the inconvenience,
Fr. P. Harman, SJ


Then, he gets rid of the wet umbrella as well, takes off his damp coat, and sits by the fireplace in shirtsleeves, drinking hot tea to get warm again while drying out.
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(Up in her room, Rae gets ready.)


When Sunshine comes down the stairs, today, she may not look wholly like herself. The baker is usually seen in the bar wearing bright t-shirts or sweaters, with colorful jeans and sneakers, her hair up in a ponytail or held back by a likewise colorful kerchief. One colorfully casual customer.

Today her hair is down, tumbling about her scarred shoulders in loose waves of red, and what she wears is not her normal style at all.

She takes care with her steps, and not just because of the silver heels that grace her feet. As she moves down the stairs, Rae consciously straightens her spine against the fluttery nervous feeling in her stomach, and hopes it will soon pass.

This is going to be an enjoyable outing. Rae refuses to let her feelings of self-consciousness mar it.



(ooc: Sunshine will likely be out of the bar for a while after this, so any and all threads are welcome, but will be millitimed to before her thread with Hannibal Lecter.)

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Apr. 2nd, 2014 11:05 pm
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Warnings for language. ]