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collaronhisneckWHO: 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."
