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Who: Caterina Sforza and anyone interested in joining her
What: Easter Sunday!
When: Easter Sunday?
Where: the Church
Rating: G? Unless someone creepy shows up or the twins swear in Church

[There was some scrambling around to be certain. Caterina was not even sure the church would be in any shape for anyone to be in much less celebrate. Somehow things worked out. A service and prayer was held. Fellowship and food went directly after.

All's well that ends well, hm?]

[ooc; Feel free to assume Caterina and/or Father Tres said a few words and somehow got a meal together at the church. This is a free for all so please have fun with it!]

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There were a few less pews than there should have been, since the boys still had yet to replace those destroyed on St. Patrick's Day, but the kitchen was well-stocked, and the MacManus brothers had plied their reasonable skill putting together a meal. Stuffed lamb and a baked ham were set out on platters, along with large bowls of potatoes, carrots, turnips, and other vegetables for the guests of the church to help themselves... as well as, of course, a fair amount of deviled eggs. A large basket of fresh hot cross buns were purchased from the town bakery and set at the end of the counter, to round out the spread.

After the service, Murphy could be found in the kitchen, at one end of the counter, ready to hand out plates and silverware to anyone who felt like coming to partake in the fellowship.

Connor was just finishing carving the meat and setting it out for easy pickings. He grinned at his brother, happy they were all together for a proper holiday. Granted, their father was still healing but they were together and safe and that was what mattered.

"Ye've done lovely work in th' church."

And so arrives Noah McManus, terror of the wicked, the nameless spectre who made even the most hardened criminals shake to their very bones at the whisper of the name Il Duce. He's standing on his own two feet, right inside the doorway to the kitchen, smiling.

Yes, the devil smiles this day.

He also steals a bit of ham and chews it thoughtfully, watching his sons.

There's someone walking into the church towards the end of the service. A tall, bulky, armoured, 7'8" someone, carrying a large, vehicle-mounted weapon. The M247H has been adapted to be carried by the SPARTAN. And it also seems clogged by marshmallow. The SPARTAN himself seems splattered in the stuff.

When he enters, he moves off to stash the gun in a corner.

Caterina is giving him a once over. She is torn between concern and appreciating the humor of a giant man being attacked by candy. Her face only reflects the first.

"Can I get you something to clean up with?"

Do you know how difficult it is to get marshmallow out of power armour? He'll be making sticky noises for days.

"Nah, it's fine. I'll try not to get it everywhere. I'll need to take the armour off to do anything with it."

Caterina smiles sympathetically. "I am happy it did not discourage you from coming." She switches gears. "I don't believe we've met before. I am Cardinal Caterina Sforza. It's a pleasure to have you here with us."

"Chief Warrant Officer Noble Five. Jorge, if it's easier." He pauses. "I must admit, cardinal, I didn't come here for any religious reason. I wanted to check up on the two men repairing this place."

It had been a while since Jorge had any contact with the MacManuses, after all. Plus, when you're losing against an alien hoarde, religion kinda goes out the window. Especially when you're a genetically modified super-soldier.

"Make sure they're alright. Exploding marshmallow aside."

That gets some attention. Father Tres had insisted that this person be allowed on his ally filter. Caterina will keep that bit of information to herself. She opts instead to focus on the rest.

"That's alright. I am well aware we are in the minority in the castle. It does make me happy to see they have others on their side. It's been my pleasure to know them for these past couple of months."

Connor strolls out of the kitchen some time later, smiling when he sees Jorge.

"Oi. Glad y'could make it!"

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The big guy is still making sticky noises as he moves, but he seems to have cleared the majority of the marshmallow off himself.

"Didn't have a choice this time. Was going to come anyway."

Connor raises an eyebrow at the noise, "Sounds like y'might've had a bit've trouble there, aye? Y'arrite?"

Though that seems a little silly to ask since, well, super soldier versus Peeps, but there you go. He smiles a little, "No choice?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

A pause, before he continues. "Yeah, it's kinda hard to get past the multiplying and exploding marshmallow things just because you accidentally stepped on one."

Connor raised an eyebrow, "explodin'? I heard 'bout the multiplyin, but I hadn't heard 'bout that part."

He whistle, shaking his head, "Makes me fuckin' glad I left th'castle."

"It's nothing dangerous. Just damned annoying. I'm going to be cleaning marshmallow out of my joints for days."

He reaches up to start to take his helmet off.

"You doing okay? Where's your brother?"

"Hot water might melt 'em enough y'wash off easier."

Connor smiled, shrugging. It seemed so ridiculous to talk so casually about washing marshmallow off of armor. Though, weirder things have happened since they've been here.

"Murph's out back in th'kitchen. We're makin' dinner fer everyone."

Jorge takes his helmet off, running his non-marshmallow-y hand across the back of his head.

"Pretty big undertaking. I'd offer to help, but I only know how to make MREs taste less like cardboard.

Connor laughs and jerks his head towards the back, "c'mon. Y'can put yer helmet an' shite out back. An I guarantee this'll taste better'n any fuckin' MREs."

"It'll be too difficult to take my armour off and I prefer to keep it on. As well as my gun in sight."

He jerks a thumb over to where the M247H is stashed in a corner. Old habits die hard.

That might have been the most monotone service ever, which was why Tres left the prayers to Caterina. He was pleased to not be a strange 'pokemon' any more, since hands were needed to use his guns. The electrical charge he had been able to produce had not seemed enough.

After the prayers, he remained at Caterina's side like a short and well-armed shadow - only moving once to correct his mozetta.

Caterina flashes a smile in his direction. She is pleased with the way things have turned out. While his service might be lacking in emotion it got the job done. It certainly looked better than no one at all giving it.

"You did a fine job today." She looks him over. "Has the transition been smooth?" The pokemon to a gun slinging priest is implied.

He glances back at Caterina, his glass eyes reflecting what could be called the closest to happiness a killing doll could produce. Tres nods at her first words, not really too concerned with the service and how it was perceived by others - it wasn't his main function, but he had all the information needed to keep his cover-title as 'priest'.

"Positive, Duchess Milan. I am 94% operational after reassembly from my previous form."

"That is a relief." She could never be sure given how extreme the world changes in the distant past had been. It does call something to mind that should be discussed. "Father Tres," She says carefully as she scans to be sure no one was casually listening. Once Caterina is satisfied that is not the case she continues, "It is likely you will change in some way during almost every trip outside the castle. Are you prepared for the possibility of gaining a completely organic body?"

Completely organic body? That is rather jarring to his systems, and he studies her. Had she forgotten his choice? "I am a machine, Duchess Milan."

He couldn't quite handle the possibility - and the implications - of becoming human. Even if it made logical sense that he could be changed into such a form... it would still be impossible. He would always be a machine, no matter his exterior.

Edited 2012-04-15 12:43 (UTC)

"I am aware." Caterina knows to tread carefully here; more carefully than she did the first time the situation presented itself. "You would still be my machine regardless of what physical form the castle forces upon you. Never fear that. Your choice will always stand and be respected by me," Caterina emphasizes. The last thing she needed was a misunderstanding here. "I only ask if you are prepared for it. I thought we would have more time before this subject presented itself, but the castle seems bent on sending us away more often than I remember. That is the reality of these trips. You will change in some way."

Her words did placate his concerns a bit, and he seems a bit more at ease. "Positive. I will calibrate the proper line of action in case of such an event."

He would be pretty much useless, though, which was not a good thing when his only reason for existing was protecting Caterina. In order to prevent that, he should probably seek out some new ways to fight.

Caterina smiles. She is satisfied they were able to avert a terrible misunderstanding this time around. "Thank you, Father Tres. Should it happen it is worth mentioning York would be the most helpful to you." Because he was already in the past.

"Affirmative. I will contact York and Delta and discuss the possible threat." He bows his head to her, still processing the implications of possessing an organic body. Not only would he be a lot less durable, but he would not be able to wield his guns.

He might even become a danger to her... human emotions were not logical.

"Then my mind is at ease." She will begin walking over to join the others. Caterina does have an impression to make the same as always. It does help she is rather fond of these people. "I will pray that it will not come to that. If we could remain here as ourselves that would be for the best save a return home to complete our duties." And a return to illness. Caterina tries not to think of that.

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