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sixthiterationlogs2017-12-13 09:06 pm
collaronhisneck) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-12-13 09:06 pm
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Bestow On Me, O Lord, a Genial Spirit and Unwearied Forbearance
WHO: Father Francis Mulcahy
WHERE: Inn, common areas of 6I
WHEN: December 13
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: ...cat fur?
( Discovery and Advice )
Stepping through the main door of the inn in time for breakfast on that fairly cold morning, Mulcahy looks like a man who's just had a prayer answered - and that's actually pretty close to the truth, since he's carrying two boxes that would be familiar to most of the residents of the village: gifts from the Observers, little comforts to make life easier or at least more palatable for the residents. Normally at this point in the day, the good Father would report to the kitchen for whatever assignment awaits him, but today he places the boxes on the table side by side, lifting the lid off one and then the other. The first box contains a zippered bag that isn't unpacked, a crucifix necklace, and a small packet of communion wafers.
The second box shakes and jumps before he can get the lid off.
"Excuse me," he says to the first person he sees, a slightly sheepish smile on his face. "This poor creature was on my porch in the cold, and I'm afraid I don't know much about caring for him - do you?" As he speaks, he pries the lid off and lifts out a kitten from the depths, one that gives a high squeak and stretches all its fluffy limbs before going happily limp in his hand. "I never really had the chance to have pets."
( Holiday Planning )
For the rest of the day, Mulcahy goes around the village with a kitten in the pocket of his coat, letting it - him - out when the squeaks get emphatic, occasionally draping him over his shoulder to ride while he walks (it's actually quite nice to feel all that fur against his neck in the cold weather). But he has a much different purpose in his wanderings today than showing off an animal he wasn't expecting, and as he makes his normal rounds (inn, hospital, town hall, fountain, fields) of the village, he seeks out people that aren't obviously absorbed in some other occupation, walking up to them with a friendly smile.
"Hello - I was wondering if I might interest you in helping me prepare for Christmas? It's out of our ability to do anything elaborate, but I thought it would be nice if we could pull together some sort of celebration. An exercise in community spirit, if you would - something to brighten the days as they become shorter, and colder."
WHERE: Inn, common areas of 6I
WHEN: December 13
OPEN TO: Anyone
WARNINGS: ...cat fur?
( Discovery and Advice )
Stepping through the main door of the inn in time for breakfast on that fairly cold morning, Mulcahy looks like a man who's just had a prayer answered - and that's actually pretty close to the truth, since he's carrying two boxes that would be familiar to most of the residents of the village: gifts from the Observers, little comforts to make life easier or at least more palatable for the residents. Normally at this point in the day, the good Father would report to the kitchen for whatever assignment awaits him, but today he places the boxes on the table side by side, lifting the lid off one and then the other. The first box contains a zippered bag that isn't unpacked, a crucifix necklace, and a small packet of communion wafers.
The second box shakes and jumps before he can get the lid off.
"Excuse me," he says to the first person he sees, a slightly sheepish smile on his face. "This poor creature was on my porch in the cold, and I'm afraid I don't know much about caring for him - do you?" As he speaks, he pries the lid off and lifts out a kitten from the depths, one that gives a high squeak and stretches all its fluffy limbs before going happily limp in his hand. "I never really had the chance to have pets."
( Holiday Planning )
For the rest of the day, Mulcahy goes around the village with a kitten in the pocket of his coat, letting it - him - out when the squeaks get emphatic, occasionally draping him over his shoulder to ride while he walks (it's actually quite nice to feel all that fur against his neck in the cold weather). But he has a much different purpose in his wanderings today than showing off an animal he wasn't expecting, and as he makes his normal rounds (inn, hospital, town hall, fountain, fields) of the village, he seeks out people that aren't obviously absorbed in some other occupation, walking up to them with a friendly smile.
"Hello - I was wondering if I might interest you in helping me prepare for Christmas? It's out of our ability to do anything elaborate, but I thought it would be nice if we could pull together some sort of celebration. An exercise in community spirit, if you would - something to brighten the days as they become shorter, and colder."
( Holiday Planning )
Clary turned towards him with a delicate raise of her eyebrow. She knew the holiday though she'd never actually celebrated the religious side of it. She was one of those kids that was all about the presents and cookies, both of which looked to be in short supply this year.
"What can we do?" She gave her own questions considerable thought before speaking again. "Go look for any red fabric and a lot of pine?" What else did you do on Christmas?
Clary appreciated the thought. It was cold and dreary and no fun but she didn't know if there was a way to bring the Christmas spirit to their hole in the ground like prison.
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Mulcahy had bigger plans than just a tree, though, and he didn't want to completely take anything over but he felt like the village needed something like this. Just, something to make them happy, that they had done for themselves. There was a great deal of good in a sense of accomplishment and self-satisfaction in a job well done, and while the feast at presumably-Thanksgiving had been welcome, it hadn't been of their own doing. It hadn't been the residents pulling together to overcome adversity and create bindings among themselves. This, however, could be.
"I was given certain tools of my vocation today, but I know we have many people here who don't celebrate the holiday with a religious angle, or at all. But there's nothing to say we can't all celebrate it as a community together, making it special in ways that don't depend on prayer."
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It wouldn't be the same but it'd be something and something sounded really good right about now.
She smiled at Mulcahy as he continued to explain, her smile widening with each passing second. "That sounds pretty great." She admitted in a warm voice. "Your vocation? Like religion?" That wasn't a word that Clary was used to but the context clues helped her figure out what he meant. What she didn't know was the exact tools that he had gotten.
"I never really understood how Christmas was related to religion." Clary really didn't go to church and Christmas to her was always just a time to be with family, even if it was just her, her mom, Simon and Luke.
Holiday planning
"I'm not the one to ask about that. I don't know anything about Christmas."
( Discovery and Advice )
This one especially: he wonders if it does anything but sleep yet. Helpless to it, he lifts a hand and wanders in, inspecting by running his fingers over the lolling form.
"Keep it warm and feed it enough protein, can't imagine you go too wrong." Milk might be alright, at this young of an age, but he really isn't sure.