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[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

And, with a mug of weak tea and a very thoroughly bookmarked copy of the Bible (also the Book of Om, in more pristine condition), Mightily Oats is at a table in the bar.

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[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

There's a girl nearby eyeing the Bible.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Eventually, Oats becomes cognizant of her presence, and glances up nervously. People who eye holy scripts sometimes like to mock them. Or him.

[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

She had a smile on her face, but her look toward the Bible was more pensive. She wondered at the accuracy of it.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Cautiously, Oats sets the book down and smiles hesitantly at Joan.

"Can I help you, miss?"

[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

Joan shrugged, "Maybe."

She then gestured to the book, "You met him?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

"... Which one?"

[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

"God."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Blink. Blink blink.

"No. I don't believe I have. Er ... why?"

[notasaint-joan.livejournal.com]

She shrugged, sounding slightly disappointed, "Just wondering. I have, and was hoping to talk somebody else who has, and wasn't, you know, evil."

She added, "Or an angel. Just another person who occasionally has God showing up to chat about something."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock nods to him politely. In a 'we were kidnapped together once' kind of way.

"Hello."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats starts to nod back, but stops, stares, and blinks.

"Um, er ... Havelock Vetinari?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock nods. People often seem to address him by his full name in a disbelieving tone.

"Yes. Mightily Oats, isn't it?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

"Um ..."

Pause.

"Yes?"

[oneman_onevote]

A nod.

"Are you well?" Polite, blank expression.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Pause.

"You aren't ... the Havelock Vetinari, are you?"

[oneman_onevote]

An eyebrow raises slightly.

"I would not know."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats hesitates. The eyebrow seems vaguely intimidating.

"Not the, ah, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork?"

Though he seems a little younger than Oats, so that ... can't be right.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is in the bar too.

Next table over.

Solely for the purposes of preacher-bait, she's wearing the cross earrings Andrew gave her for Christmas.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

He glances curiously at the earrings, flips through his Bible for a page that is bookmarked with a bit of neon green paper (with "!!!" on it to signify theological importance), and looks back at Faith.

He coughs politely.

"Er, excuse me ..."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith looks up, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

"Um, I was ... wondering. Might I assume by your choice of, er, jewelry, that you have some affiliation with the Christian Faith?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Hmm? Oh, these?" Faith touches the earrings, shrugging. "They were a gift, to ward off vampires and demons - I hunt them, in my world. But if you're asking if I'm a believer...let's just say, after spending a lot of time here, it's hard to be a cynic. Why?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

"Oh. I see." Vampires and demons ... he'll have to ask her for some hints once he gets back on his way to Uberwald. The notes he took at the seminary see to have limited real-world applicability sometimes.

"Well ... I've been reading." He indicates his Bible. "But, ah, some of the terminology isn't explained, and while I could always, ah, determine it from context, I am given to understand that there are ... living sources who frequent this establishment."

Pause.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. The Quite Reverend Mightily Oats at your service."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Yeah, we've got a few angels running around...also Jesus and Lucifer."

Faith holds out a hand. "Faith Lehane. Security. Charmed. Anything I might be able to explain? My mother was Christian, once, and some of it stayed with me."

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

See starstruck Oats.

"Jesus and ... and Lucifer I think I've met, actually. He was, ah, very pleasant." This appears to worry him slightly.

He takes Faith's hand in his own slightly damp one. Quite a grip she has. "Well, Miss Lehane, that would be very helpful. If it, ah, isn't too much trouble."