[Sodium_noir] Gods of Fire, Saints of Ireland

[Jennie Teakle]

> Tom Kaurismaki, Christine, Father Bellamy
> Dreamspeaker Mage, Orphan Mage, Celestial Chorus Mage
> At St. Bridgett's, after 1 a.m.

> [Tom]
> Waving a dismissive hand at Christine (well, more like swinging a  
> heavy-feeling arm in her direction in a roughly waving manner) Tom  
> commented on their shared experience: "It doesn't... MEAN anything,  
> cat.  Ya dig?  It's just something... that... happened."

[Christine]
Cat? thinks Christine through her guilt. Dig? Is he being ironic? He  
doesn't look any older than she is. What's with the Beatnik era jargon?

"Right," she murmurs faintly. "So . . . can I expect to be gifted  
with supernatural features by the - what? AntiSmurf? - too, now? Is  
that a *special* thing that happens to folks like us? 'Cos, y'know,  
I'm still at the stage where that looks like a pretty damn freaky  
kinda happening!"


> "I'm fine... I'll be... fine.  So, you're the guy who runs this  
> place, Jackson?  My name's... you can call me Laufeyjarson."   
> Smooth, Tom.  Smooth.


> [Bellamy]
> "A pleasure to meet you my son" Bellamy replied, gently helping the  
> newcomer
> find a comfortable position to regain his composure. "My Name is  
> Father
> Bellamy. And yes, I guess that would be me. Although I prefer to  
> think of
> myself as a caretaker for the real boss. When you're ready, perhaps  
> you'd
> like to come with me into the vestry, I could make you a coffee .. or
> something stronger if it will help. And There's a package for you  
> Christine,
> a gift I think from Peter."

[Christine]
Christine stares at Bellamy owlishly. A gift from Peter?

"Really?" she asks, unable to mask her surprise. "I mean, what is it?  
And how did he know I'd come here . . . ?"

Christine pauses to think. Not a huge stretch by Panic really, to  
guess that she might fish up at St Bridget's. Once again though, she  
is unnerved by being so easy to read by someone that she finds  
roughly as fathomable as Sanskrit. Unless, of course, he also has the  
Sight or, wait a minute, maybe some means to observe things happening  
elsewhere. FarSight. Christine feels something chime inside. Okay.  
She breathes a small sigh. A reasonable, non-paranoid explanation -  
albeit a supernatural one.

"Did Peter say what was in the package? Or why he was giving it to  
me?" she asks Bellamy, curious and a little wary.



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