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[with_my_teacup]

[Public. Really]

[A bedraggled but unharmed friar greets whoever he can reach. His sackcloth habit is torn and some is wrapped over his head to shield his pale gray eyes from the sun.]

If God is willing, we'll need no funerals today. But the storm was rough and landing not easy-- is any man or woman injured or in need? It doesn't matter to me what ship bore you here.

And who is a physiker, to minister when my poorer skills fail?

Comments

Re: Spam

[with_my_teacup]

Protestant reprobate.

You won't want to hear, I think, that I feel we are all a family, all mankind, even the Navy. Even Johanssen.

Spam

[mistconduct]

Proud of it.


I wouldn't care to hear that, no. You can keep those sorts of thoughts to yourself.

Re: Spam

[with_my_teacup]

Mm, and that God loves you no matter how far astray you might go.

[He gives the young man a half smile.]

We should look for fresh water. We'll all need our strength about us.

Spam

[mistconduct]

[He rolls his eyes - typical of teenagers no matter what era they're stuck in - and backs away from the pyre]

First intelligent thing you've said today.

-fade to black?

[with_my_teacup]

Sounds good to me!

[mistconduct]