001 - Apostles Creed (Backdated to Sunday morning)

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor clears his throat before speaking. He's still not sure about this whole 'talking through the journal' thing, but he's willing to give it a shot. After another moment's thought his smooth Irish brogue flows through the journal.]

So my brother'n I jus' got 'ere last week 'n we were wonderin' if there was a church here. Even'f there's no one givin' sermons or anythin' like that. We'd jus' like somewhere t'go. Haven't had much've a chance t'explore ourselves, yet, so I figured I'd jus' ask.

((ooc: Open for the journal or anyone who might be in the clinic. Expect threadjacking from Murphy. :D))

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[spiritusaequitas]

[Murph speaks up from where he's lounging on his own clinic bed, leafing through the journal] Think it'll work?

[shepherdsveritas]

[He shrugs, crooking an arm behind his head]

I hope so. It'd be easier than trompin' all 'round the castle lookin' fer one if it's not there.

[spiritusaequitas]

Aye... place is fuckin' huge. [he flips to one of the pages he found where someone's drawn a map, and waves it at him]

Like I'm checkin' every floor of that with this leg.

[heloise]

[ He just reminded her of how many masses she has missed. ] I can introduce you to Father Abel. He also knows of a Cardinal present.

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor nods. Murph's leg was the primary reason he'd asked. He didn't want to make his brother walk more than he needed to, not when they could get directions]

Aye. Don' worry, we'll find somethin'. Even if we haveta put y'on a little cart an' wheel you around.

[spiritusaequitas]

[just for that, Murph swipes the bottle of painkillers Carson left them off the bedside table and chucks it at his brother's head]

What, like a fuckin' rickshaw?

[shepherdsveritas]

Father Abel? There's a Father, here? I think I'd like t'meet him, yeah. Thank you.

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor bats it away, laughing his ass off] You've cracked if y'think I'm fuckin' draggin' yer ass around the fuckin' castle.

[heloise]

Father Abel Nightroad. You can address a notice for him using this journal.

[spiritusaequitas]

Well, y'said "we", didn'cha? Who the fuck else was s'posed to be cartin' me around? Georgie?

[shepherdsveritas]

I said we'd put y'in the cart. Didn't say I'd be th'one pushin' it, did I? How 'bout I jus' get ya a fuckin' wheelchair and make you push it yerself?

[shepherdsveritas]

Aye, I'll have t'look him up, then. [he pauses] Would I have to broadcast it t'everyone? Or is there a way fer jus' him to see it?

[heloise]

There is a way. [ She seems giddy about getting to teach someone something new. ]

The man looking for a church;

Though it would be safer if I could use your name.

[shepherdsveritas]

How th'fuck'd you do that?

[pause]

Sorry. [He chuckles softly] Where're my manners? I'm Connor MacManus.

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[atadiscoverer]

[A familiar Scottish-accented voice is filtering through the journals]

I see you two have learned about the journal system, aye?

[spiritusaequitas]

[Carsooonnnnn! Murph shoots his brother a grin as he pipes up]

Aye, but it doesn' mean we're exactly used'ta treatin' a book like a fuckin' intercom.

[spiritusaequitas]

[he grins, shaking a fist at him] How 'bout I jus' get you an ass-beatin'?

[heloise]

Connor, then. I am Lucrezia Borgia.

You simply insert this series of letters [ code here ] and replace the name with the addressee.

Connor MacManus;
Like so.

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor grins right back]

Aye. Not quite th'same's usin' a phone, now, innit?

[shepherdsveritas]

[There are a few scratches as he writes]

[Lucrezia Borgia]

Like that, then? Well, that's not hard at all, innit? It's a pleasure t'meet you, Lucrezia.

[shepherdsveritas]

[He laughs, flipping him off] Go fuck yerself.

[atadiscoverer]

Well, you're talking to a man who has barely been able to use a phone in three years, but aye. It's a wee bit odd.

D'you need help on working it?

[spiritusaequitas]

Well, dunno. It's a book, yeah? All we need to do is read an' write. And talk. ... and I think we can both handle that.

[spiritusaequitas]

[affects as much of a bow as one can from a clinic bed] Ladies first.

Connor MacManus;

[heloise]

The pleasure is all mine, Connor.

You will tell me when you find the church? I have missed one too many masses.