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[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Mightily Oats is downstairs once again, this time sitting by the fire. He doesn't have much tolerance for cold, sadly, as Omnia is rather more like a desert than it is like Scotland.

Tonight, he has tea, and is surprisingly Bible-free. Even his ultra-starched clerical collar is a little laxer than usual, as if it too is enjoying its relaxation time.

He's been making a lot of holy water. He can probably hook you up if you ask him nicely.

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[creator_raven]

Raven is not much of a one for asking nicely, perhaps.

And Oats' tea is warm.

So Bird steals it.

As he is remarkably quick, Oats might not even notice.

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats, in fact, swiftly realizes that his hot beverage has been removed.

"Er ..."

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts.

"It requires more sugar, I think."

And he hands the half-drunk tea back to Oats.

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"I shall bear that in mind," Oats says in a mildly reproving manner, taking his tea. He sips proprietarily at it, and after a moment appears mollified once again. As mollified as he ever appears, anyway.

"It's ... been quite a long time, Raven," he says after a moment in an attempt to fill the silence. "I take it you're, um, well?"

[creator_raven]

"I am incontrovertibly insane, I think. It is restful."

He grins, and tilts his head.

"How go things with you?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

... Well, Oats hadn't really been about to deny it.

"Ah, well, things are ... restful. I haven't been doing very much these days."

Unless obsessive reading counts.

"I did, however, find a new translation for one of the Apocryphan messages."

He looks shyly proud of this accomplishment.

[creator_raven]

Raven grins.

"It is an interesting thing, that. The message was useful?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

"Well, er, I believe it is more useful than it was previously," he replies.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks.

"A translated reminder to buy eggs, is, perhaps, more clearly understandable than an untranslated message, yes."

He wrinkles his nose.

"As for useful, however, I remain uncertain. It is such a message?"

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"... Not really," Oats replies, "no. It's, um ... well, originally, it was a warning to the Omnian people about the exact date of a rain of sulfur and fire. However, I've managed to do a little cross-referencing with some books on loan from the bar, and I've determined that it could just as easily be an injunction to get one's taxes in order."

[creator_raven]

"Perhaps it is an if-then statement? There is an almost logical order there, I think."

Raven grins.

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"I don't think I follow," Oats admits.

[creator_raven]

Raven tilts his head.

"Your tax-collectors are not prone to fits of destruction, then? It is almost impressive, perhaps."

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

Anoia, being a Goddess, knows a holy man when she sees one, however, being only a minor goddess, she wasn't sure exactly which God he followed.

Though it hardly mattered, she was a friendly sort, wearing a blue apron with the Hogswatch decorations around the hem, "Hello," She said, settling herself across from him with a plate of what were probably not bacon cookies, but might have contained something equally as strange for a dessert, "Would you like a cookie?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats recognizes the decorations.

"Oh ... certainly, madam. Thank you." He looks her over. "I may be wrong, but, um, would you happen to be from the Disc?"

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

She brightened considerably, and not just emotionally, she actually got brighter, perhaps more sharply focused, if only for a moment, "I am!"

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He blinks, but rallies.

"Ah, I thought so," he tells her, smiling one of his brilliant, gone-before-you've-caught-it smiles. "I'm from Omnia, you see."

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant!" She practically squealed, "I've followers in Omnia you know, well, not so many because of, well, you know, OM, but I've a few."

Realizing she had yet to introduce herself she extended a hand, "Anoia, Goddess of Things That Stick in Drawers."

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Oats stares.

Very gently, he sets his tea down on the little table beside his chair.

"... Aha."

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

She blinked twice, then twice more, tilting her head, looking more than a little like a puzzled sparrow, "aha?"

[holy-oats.livejournal.com]

Oats coughs unnecessarily. He's getting used to this, really.

"... Ah, well. What brings you to ... um, the end of the universe?"

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

She blinked twice, then twice more, then she laughed, "The cookies." Well, and the belief here was better than at home, because people who'd met her had reason to believe she existed.

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"Oh, yes. I, er, I see."

Pause.

"Are they divine in any way?"

[ieatcorkscrews.livejournal.com]

She blinked, then again, "Er... I made them" It sounded more like a question than it really was, "They've got potato in."

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Oats blanches, then tries to pretend that he didn't.

"Oh, um ... that sounds ..."