Second Life -- Welcome to Fairplay [Stage 1]

[cityship]

It had been the usual mission briefing, not that any of them remembered it. The crew knew they were gone and had no idea when they'd be back, and likely wouldn't attempt rescue for quite some time, especially with Stacy considering the mission "ongoing."

They had no idea when they'd be back, either, namely because they never remembered being on the ship in the first place.

It was home. It had always been home.

Welcome to Fairplay, Iowa, folks, happiest little town in the Midwest.

[ooc: Read this before tagging.]

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[boundlesslight.livejournal.com]

If you want to feel better about yourself, go out and really help someone...

Corinne remained kneeling for a long time after the sermon. Normally, she would brush off such a speech with a quick 'he doesn't know what feeling good really is'. Winning, that felt good. Choosing one of many willing men to go to the dance with, that felt good. Giving? If you needed to do that to be happy, then you didn't really have much at all.

But this time, she felt as if she had heard two voices speaking with Father Thomas. Someone was going on about the joys of celebrating with friends, no matter who they are. That voice had a powerful swell of happiness behind it, beyond anything she'd ever heard.

All that feel-goody stuff was just fantasy...right? She would look good on the Christmas cards, dance the night away with a dreamboat, and give her hugs and smiles on Christmas day. That was all she needed to do.

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

Despite being blind, Father Thomas seemed to have a sense of things in his church. Some said it was as if he could still see, but he liked to think of it more that he was sensitive to the surroundings he'd kept himself in for all these years.

So when he...let us say noticed a presence, long after mass had ended, he quietly walked over towards the young girl kneeling there.

"Can I help you with anything?" he asked.

[boundlesslight.livejournal.com]

Oh, what should she say? She's a sinner. She's messed up---she knows the spirit of the teachings, learned them once as a little girl when she was told not to follow them.

What should she ask? Something neutral, maybe...

"How do you feel on Christmas morning, Father?"

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

"Old, much like any other day," he joked.

"Truthfully, though, I must say, for me at least, it really is much like any other day. Certainly, remembering the birth of Christ is important, but I don't understand why only one day a year must be set aside for giving and helping others, when those people might need help the other 364 days of the year."

It was honestly quite easy to get Father Thomas into one of these mini-sermons, given the right line of conversation.

[boundlesslight.livejournal.com]

Corinne knew she should laugh at his joke, but...this was a holy place and she felt unclean. Somehow, this was all wrong.

"We all seem tired," she commented quietly, "and perhaps that is why we do not."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps," he said. "Still, I've seen enough suffering around me to know a little generosity now and then would go a long way."

Especially in a wretched little town like Fairplay, where just about everyone seemed lacking in generosity.