Hail · Mary, · Full · of · Grace

"What is this thing? This is a telephone? You're kidding me! This is neat! You sure it's not magic or something? Look! My gun is bigger than this thing, haha! ...What? For messages? What are you talking about? How can people possibly leave messages on this thing? Finally gone crazy, huh, Sister Kate? Bwa ha ha!....Ow! That hurt! What? That's it? Um, okay, crazy lady.

Hello! You've reached Sister Rosette! Go ahead and leave a message and appease the madness of the crazy head nun. Or else she might hit me again. Hahaha. Then I just push this? I'm not gonna get zapped or anything, am I? If you say so."

*beeeeeeep*

The church was quiet, as usual, that night, after Rosette and Father Remington had stepped out to be social with the people of the town at one of the bars (Chrono had his guess as to which), but the little demon didn't mind. It was nice, serene; it made the place actually seem a little holy, without the sacreligeous ravings of his partner ruining the sanctity of the space. He got some of his best work of upkeeping the place when Rosette was out and it was just him, the night, and the church.

[[ locked to nadiathesaint for plottiness, please. that Nadia was there is fine, but what happens to be NFB, please ]]

After the prom, Rosette and John had ended up in her bed, which she had won in the arguement because it was more comfortable than the Sparky's couch, and the morning had her in nothing but John's boxers and John in nothing but a pair of socks, and a Chrono waking up in the other bed to that very, very disturbing image.

"Oh, God, Rosette! Please don't tell me you...while I...you....ARG! HUMANS!" He totally threw his pillow at them.

"Shut up, Chrono!" Rosette threw it back, stuck her tongue out at him, and then realized she was bearing her shirtless self to him and quickly pulled the covers up. "John's going with us to California, so you're just going to have to get used to this." She lifted her chin defiantly.

"You guys couldn't have, I don't know, put on some clothes out of respect?"

"We so totally have clothes on!"

Chrono groaned. Humans...

[[ John modded with permission; mostly establishy and for apocalypsesoon and thankfully no brainbreaky kidlet sneaking into the church basement. Yet. ]]

Rosette had, in the process of the last few days, made a new vow to swear off alcohol of the rest of her life. A bold statement, but, after the icky nasty terrible want-to-cry-at-every-turn feeling hadn't disappeared for several days, she decided that it was certainly a vile substance that she should stay far, far away from and perhaps those prohibitionists knew what they were talking about. She just wished she didn't have to learn the lesson in such a harsh way. She couldn't even remember what had transpired between herself and Deadpool that night, but she'd remembered enough, and there was also a few things about Deadpool taking her back to the church that Chrono had related.

( Cut for length and emo )

Chrono sighed, tried to ignore the half-naked nun running around their room in a panic, and went upstairs to wait for John and tell him that Rosette would probably be running a little late.

[[ for apocalypsesoon; NWSish ]]

Rosette had Cupcakes of Forgiveness and Booze of OMG Don't Hate me!, but she had no answer to the door of 25 Unicorn. That was....strange. It was Wednesday! ANTM Night! Deadpool wouldn't let...she didn't even know what the radio things had said, but....ANTM! Tradition! Crack! Where was he? She whimpered a little at the still lack of her BFF to watch the best show ever, especially since she had all this stuff. She could eat the cupcakes, sure, but she still couldn't touch the booze for another four days.

And she didn't have a television at the church! This was her only outlet for her snarky, bitchy models, dammit!

Oh! Wait. Not her only outlet. Rosette dug that nifty little modern phone the Order had given her from her bullet pouches and quickly dialed a number, bouncing excitedly. John might be useful for more than just proving how terrible of a nun she was after all!

[[ for apocalypsesoon; the abandonment of 25 Uni done so with permission ]]

( Cut for really bad art and why I have no idea what we talked about in German class today )

Hum hum.

Inspired by a conversation had with mouthy_merc this morning.

...I'm going to fail German. XD

There was only so much one could do to keep reaffirming life and not thinking about the fact that she'd been traipsing over her own dead body earlier before needing rest and somewhere quiet. With a laugh, drunk on energy, Rosette dropped onto the bed in the hotel room she and John had gotten for the night before heading back to Fandom tomorrow. She draped a hand over her stomach and let out a long sigh. "Oh, maaaaan," she giggled. "That was fun..."

[[ again, for apocalypsesoon; NFB due to distance; comments to get increasingly NWS as the thread goes on and John-mun and I get closer to hell for nunsmex.... ]]

There had been a change in plans. Apparantly, they got the wrong place, and what Rosette was looking for was actually in Chicago, not New York.

The looks on the nun's faces over Rosette's rather obscenity and threat-filled response to the bad news was pretty classic and she stormed out of the convent to John waiting in the car. She was still grumble-muttering as she plopped back into the driver's seat, turned the ignition, and left skid marks on the drive way as she peeled out of there at impressive speeds.

"...the hell?"

"New plan," Rosette said sharply. "We're going to Chicago."

Since she was a clearly irritated little spitball behind the wheel of something that could easily bring on both their deaths, John figured maybe he'd just go with the flow on this one. Road trip, right? Plans were totally fudgable.

After a lot of driving, a crashing session at a cheap motel once Rosette realized that this whole sleeping-and-driving thing wasn't working well together, and then more driving, they'd arrived and found the Magdalene Order of Chicago. The young nuns there were very helpful in helping Rosette find what she was looking for. They said they remembered because, not too long ago, others had asked about that same thing..

...Others?

( Cut for Chrono Crusade spoilery )

[[ for apocalypsesoon, who was modded with permission; NFB due to distance ]]

Rosette quickly, with steps of clear determination, lead John down the stairs into the basement of the church, into the kitchen. "Now, then, about that wound..." She said, stopping, turning to him with a grin on her face that he would only see for a second before her hands were in his hair and she was pressing against him, kiss him.

[[ continued from here. for John. NWS 'cause of teh nunsmex, ha cha cha ]]

A box was left on the doorstep of 25 Unicorn Lane, by a very super sekrit nun. She'd been meaning to do this all week, but kept forgetting.

Inside, there were a dozen cupcakes. Four of them were red, four of them were pink, and four of them were boring old vanilla. One was blue. It was a baker's dozen.

There was also a ( note )

[[ establishy ]]

You'd think after sleeping soundly after a sugar crash of epic proportions, the last thing Rosette would want to do was sleep, but she was feeling a little bit older than her eighteen years. She couldn't be certain if it was just because she'd been eight for the weekend, or if it was that having the watch open drained her that much, but she was sleeping pretty soundly (and restlessly, for a change).

John knocked on Rosette's door. "Hey. Rosette." Is... is she snoring?

( Sleepytime Visit )

[[preplayed while apocalypsesoon should have been working, to be continued with SP nun love ]]

Standing around and being an outstanding pillar of religious morality while filling up on free food was hard work. Returning to the church after the school board brunch, Rosette was so ready for a nap....err, confessions. Waiting to hear confessions. Not napping. Don't be silly.

Monday
Confessions.

[[ open for all your churchly needs; all confessional threads are to be NFB, as if there ever are any anyway ]]

Instead of the usual snores and broken, dream-induced mumbles, Chrono woke up to the soft sounds of tea cups on saucers, the rich aroma of well-made coffee as it poured. Which was strange enough as it was. However, it was no where near as strange as what he saw when he opened his eyes.

"M..mary?" He had to still be dreaming. Why else would Mary Magdeline be in his and Rosette's room, pouring him coffee.

But the image of Mary turned to him, whip of long blonde hair, and smiled brightly. "Oh! You're up! I was afraid the coffee was going to get cold before those lazy bones of yours got out of bed, Chrono. One would think, with a younger bodied form, you'd have more energy, but..." She chuckled. "I guess not. Such a silly form, you know; I much prefer the older, handsomer model."

Chrono just stared. It really was her, and she was a solid mass, not just some spectre. He rubbed his eyes. "My other forms were..."

"Bound by the Order in an attempt to restrain your already broken power," Mary filled in without looking up from the preparation of coffee. "I know." She moved over, sat down next to him, and offered him a cup. She smiled softly. "They like to do that to people, don't they? Bound them so they cannot escape..."

Now Chrono could really get a good look. "Mary, you're supposed to be de...W..Where's Rosette?"

"Hm? Rosette?"

Of course Mary knew who he was talking about. She'd gotten nothing but visions of the girl all over this place. But just visions, nothing more of the strange images. She wasn't sure if what she saw were visions to be shared. Not yet. Not after being away from him for so long.

Chrono looked around the room, puzzled, until he spotted Rosette's nightshift neatly folded on the bed. Which was made. Rosette never made the bed unless she was particularly bored, but it had been perfectly set. Which meant that, while Rosette had gone asleep in it, Mary had woken up in it.

...Mary was dead. I saw her die with my own eyes. She died in my arms...

And she was here, grinning at him and serving him coffee.

Must be a dream. One he didn't want to have to wake up from, either.

[[ establishy; Rosette has become Mary Magdeline (not the Biblical one, though), the first person Chrono made a contract with ]]

So. Life just dealt me a mega-huge bitch slap to the face.

Due to it, I'm left all out of sorts, and won't be able to devote as much time and energy as originally planned to the little treasure hunt today. I'll be getting it up later than projected (probably in a few hours) and I don't know if it'll be put together as well as I originally planned.

Thanks in advance to everyone who's going to participate. Things didn't work out with it as well as a planned, and what's going on right now doesn't help, but I hope it'll still be fun when I get around to actually posting it. Thanks for your patience. :)