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White Day (3/14 - Action) AND St. Patrick's Day (3/17, Video + Action if you want)

White Day

[Obedient, Ted's doing what Minako said and giving the gift of homemade sweets to all the women he likes. His void has become a goodie-bag as he ~~breaks into~~ visits all the houses of his favorite grills. See what you get!]

Minako - Mandarin meringue in a jar. Notice the "amour" oranges. ;D

Rose - Cranberry Pie. It's almost as bitter as she is about relationships!

Aeslyn - Miniature cheesecakes. They're almost as small as her.

Arelen - Nutella and banana "sushi"; cause you drive him bananas!

Koishi/Moon - Raspberry crescent rolls. LIKE THE MOON GET IT.

Satori/Force - Animal cookie cheesecake

Anastasia - Queen pudding.

Satsuki/Star - Cream cheese wontons To show how much he's learned about oriental culture.

Konoka - Coconut cream pie. Though if she doesn't like it one way it can be served in another...

Mimi - Raisin nut cinnamon rolls. Rumor has it she is a cinnamon roll, but Ted doesn't know what that means.

Satou - Chocolate self-saucing pudding. It sauces itself! ~~witchcraft~~

Sonico - Cookie Kisses. So romantic.

Hamusuke - Pancake mix applesauce muffins. Though he's not sure what Hamusuke's diet can handle. ~~or where she lives~~.

Eleanor - Lemon pudding cake. Cause she's so sour.

Adela - Strawberry layer cake. She still likes those right?

Video
[Wearing all green in the greenest spot he could find in Fayren, God's biggest fanboy prepares to regale with another saintly tale.]

Good morning, everyone! Can you believe Genessia ignored such a fine holiday for believers? Does the world dislike the Irish? Well, suppose it's up to me, an American, to pick up the slack. I speak, of course, of St. Patrick's Day, where the legend says he converted the Irish and drowned the snakes. Tensions in my country have sometimes led to the wish for the other way around, but we must love whomever God gives, no matter how drunk or disorderly they may be. I think you'll like this one, if only for this saint miraculously escaping martyrdom.

Anyway, St. Patrick was born on the Isle of Destiny; the land of poets. Very wicked and pagan then, but I repeat myself. At sixteen he was kidnapped and sold by marauders into the slavery of Milchu, a druidical high priest. The druids being the "snakes" he'd become known so well for--metaphorically--drowning. It was quite the preparation! Through Milchu he'd learn all about the enemy he was destined to drive out. Through his pastoral work...well, need I point out the symbolism of tending to lost sheep?

He didn't want for stamina, having prayed sometimes a hundred times in one day. Six years thence, his guardian angel told him to leave his master for better service to his true Lord. After years of priestly preparation and much angelic adventure, he'd return to his homeland to set things right.

That fateful day came on Easter Sunday, where the barbaric chiefs and demonic druids assembled to defy Christ's servant, lest he, per his namesake: "Patrick", assert his paternal authority over the Irish people once and for all. Oh, to have been there and seen the clashes between light and dark! St. Patrick lit a Paschal fire, which the Celts tried in vain to extinguish through many attempts. Their magicians wrought a cloud of darkness to smother the land, only for Patrick's prayer to awaken the sun and scour that darkness with divine rays. All their incantations and spells were no match for his stalwart faith and meekness.

Finally, the Arch-druid Lochru, with the utmost of his demonic might, soared high into the air like the Tower of Babel. Well--haha, this is the best part.

[He chuckles, mirth crackling into his voice.]

St. Patrick wouldn't stand for such hubris. So, appropriately, he knelt down and prayed. And, haha, Lochru went down too; dive-bombed, rather!

[With a down-pointing finger, Ted made plane noises to signify the literal and metaphysical fall of the druid. Nrrrroom-pwoah!]

Can't you just see it! That's the trouble with serving the Devil. Just when you think he's lifted you up, the puppet-strings sever and you crash into a rock! Hahaha! Oh, I would've laughed for an hour!

Well, we don't hear how funny St. Patrick found such a divine pratfall. Having struck a final blow towards paganism, he set to work converting many, many Celtic kings and their Irish ilk. He enjoyed many successes, but none so wondrous as what I'll finish with.

Having completed much of his Catholic career, St. Patrick retired to a mountain to fast and pray and perform other pious penitence. The demons wouldn't have any of it, and, taking the form of birds of prey, swarmed the mountain. Their ranks were so black and dense that he could see neither sky nor land nor ocean. He tried to pray them away, yet his holy begging seemed in vain. Desperately, he rang his bell, symbol of the divine truths he'd spent so long telling, letting its sweet peals drive the host of hell into the watery depths. The forces of evil had suffered such a blow that for seven years no evil thing was to be found in Ireland.

But there is one opponent mightier than even the "foul"est demon: God Himself. That fight is reserved for the holiest of holy men. You see, as a reward for his saintly service, his guardian angel promised that all his people would be gathered into heaven as far as his eye could see. Sounds satisfactory, doesn't it?

Well, you must drive a hard bargain with God. Like Jacob before him, he would not be satisfied with such small, spiritual sops. Through prayer and fasting he pressed and persisted until he was given much, much more: freedom from the pains of Purgatory for many, the protection of Ireland from barbarian sway and other unholy abominations; why, he was even promised to judge the Irish people on Judgment Day! Not a bad haul, eh?

That's why you should take up wrestling, by the way. I don't know about you, but if God ever tries to grapple with me, He'll get hell before I've squeezed Him of every reward He's got!

Well, that'll do for an upshot. For today, one wears green to reference the shamrock: a three-leafed plant St. Patrick to explain the Trinity, a critical Christian concept. And some other reasons, but I've talked long enough. Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone! May every snake be so submerged!

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[Nothing is as bitter as Rose about relationships, but she likes cranberries, and assumes pie is for 3.14 day like math ok because well, Rose knows the nerdiest nerds. And will of course ask Ted to join her some and tea.]

[Regarding his post....] I used to think the Doctor and I had the strangest takes on history, but I'd say you've outdone us both. You really want to wrestle God??? And not metaphorically??

[Did she really just listen to everything he had to say? Not really. Rip started tuning out half way through, but.. she got the gist of it.]

Moments like this make me happy I'm not Irish OR Catholic. Before you start with the 'God loves' everyone crap, I'm rather sure even he can't forgive ninety-nine.. no, a hundred percent of the things I have done.

[She randomly waves it off before grinning and leaning in.]

Besides, he has his hands full with trying to sort out and forgive his own followers sins to even bother with mine. Some of the stories I could tell you of the atrocities the church has brought upon the world.. it would make you rethink praising them.

But, may be zhat's just my world. Who knows, maybe they really were sunshine and rainbows in your own.

[Eleanor wasn't expecting this! It was a delightful surprise, indeed. She was hesitant to indulge, but whatever. One treat won't hurt.

It never, ever occurs to her that it could be a secret admirer or Ted's odd way of poking fun at her.

Unfortunately, she missed Ted's long post. Her mind is elsewhere.]

[Such a delightfully sweet treat. Anastasia can be seen on screen, taking her sweet time savoring this treat with a tiny spoon, listening to this tale that certainly sounds farfetched.

But she's a Princess with immense magical power living in a technological city, so who was she to judge?]

So, um... What does the color green have to do with the holiday?

[Posts having anything to do with the Church do tend to bring out those with chips on their shoulders. Any one of the things Rip said would be dolorous, in and of themselves. How could someone be happy they weren't something? Maybe Rip's, per the namesake, Dutch?

That she's related so closely to Namur, one he's grown to care for very much, increases the depression seven-fold. Might as well admit she's a National Socialist while she's at it just to really drive things home.

He'll take a cue from St. Patrick and do some devotionals himself. That or antidepressants.]

[That is pre-tty nerdy Rose; obviously it's Japanese Valentine's. Or something. He'll accept her invitation and take the opportunity to chatter even more about the differences between Occident and Orient.]

Aheh, thank you. Yes to the first, and--haha, well. Doesn't philosophy still hold that God is all spirit? He might not be much for that. Even Jacob--er, Israel now, had to struggle with an angel, which ought to do just as well.

Satori, being used to Ted's shenanigans at this rate, already was able to pick out Ted's near-offensively pious presence. It seems Ted's B&E'd while she was taking some tea and relaxing. While her face communicated some slight displeasure, she hid it behind a withered smile.

"Ah, Ted. So nice of you to...drop in. I see you've left a gift for me."

Oh yes, and despite her displeasure, she's already taken the cookie-cake and tucked into it, savouring it. Surprisingly delicious.

"Your intrusion was surprising enough to shock me. It still amuses me how you can be so kind, despite being just as much a 'snake' as those worshipers of foreign gods. But your audacity in sneaking in while I'm asleep is more than a little frightening. I'd hate to think that were anyone who disliked me."

Always so long-winded, wasn't she?

"...Complaints aside, I had a feeling you'd show up after making such a ham-fisted festive declaration. You're welcome to stay, so long as you take care to never do this again without asking first. I don't want people thinking Chireiden's so easily infiltrated."

Edited 2018-03-18 15:42 (UTC)

[It should help get the taste of the king's tush out of her mouth.]

What both have to do with Ireland, often legendarily noted for its greenness. There's a few other references too. Gaidel Glas, another man of legend to do with Ireland's founding, was once bitten by a snake. He was cured by Moses, the most noteworthy patriarch of St. Patrick's faith, and the mark of the bite left an evergreen spot on the wound. Following his miraculous healing, he was told that he would be led to Ireland itself, a land free from serpents.

You see, then, how his dream came true.

[She will listen patiently and maybe regale him stories of ancient Japan and going to a bathhouse with Jack and the Doctor, back when he was younger than even the tie-Doctor.]

Yes. [Closes eyes and nods.] That's why I was a bit bemused. Although I've heard of wrestling with the devil in songs. But I also figured that was more yanno... metaphorically.

"Ahaha. I'm glad you think me as wise as a serpent; I'm sorry I could not be as innocent as a dove, for this is hell where innocence fain departs. Indeed, it behooves me to be as rude to the place as possible, lest I become familiar like one of Dante's damned denizens. Who knows? Perhaps, like Christ, I shall intrude healthily to harrow."

One can see his humility on full display. Much as he likes Satori, he will never like her ephemeral home. But at least he can sublimate that dislike into mockery.

"Haha, oh no, I'm not falling for that. We both know what happened to Izanami when she stayed overlong in a place like this: turned into a bitter old woman with nary a husband to comfort. It'd be so vain to repeat history, eh?

And what's wrong with being disliked, I should like to know? If you weren't disliked by the world a little I should worry a lot. And you can't achieve a proper worldly dislike like that without being in it. Indeed, being out in the world more would mean me having to intrude less.

Besides, of all dislikes, I like yours best."

Just look at that winning smile.

Edited 2018-03-18 21:13 (UTC)

Now that'd be pretty exciting, eh? I've heard one of this world met the adversary in the flesh, but didn't take the opportunity to pin him any. That chance might yet come.

Still, it'd be a pretty antithetical story if so, eh? What good's any fiction if it doesn't make the abstract more solid and easier to grasp?

Edited 2018-03-19 01:40 (UTC)

Was that before or after I shot him into a black hole?

You think? The Doctor said the Narnia Chronicles were too heavy handed for him, but Mavis liked 'em!

Everyone's more into Tolkein and like Star Trek instead though, yeah? I wonder why.

Before you shot who into a black hole?

[He was talking about Naoki. What's she talking about???]

Aheh, well they are children's stories. For grown-ups he might want the trilogy; indeed, if memory serves it was advertised as such.

Oh, I understand why one would like Tolkein well enough. For one he was quite mad. There aren't many authors that would spend decades on a mythology of their own make. That's the kind of dedication only a philologist could provide. And for all his fantasies--not so fantastic here, granted--of elves and dwarves, his works were very human, which I sometimes think is the most interesting thing in the universe. Just the term "middle-earth" is very evocative and true. The land between; that great duality as we straddle the line of unseen forces. As though all life is betwixt a rock and a hard place. Doesn't it feel so?

Now, ahah, the appeal of Star Trek I can't quite fathom. Of course, to be fair, I'm not much for television. All I know is the gist.

[TV requires far too much sitting down and not moving. Who has time for that?]

Hasn't Earth in that been reduced to tranquil insipidity? All its problems have been more or less solved, forcing the protagonists to go elsewhere to find something of interest. Not a flaw either Lewis or Tolkein had. And even then I shouldn't wonder if it eluded them. It's just, haha. Who could stand to watch a show about tourists? Not to be unkind, but it strikes one as a little vulgar.

The devil.

You really sound like the Doctor when you talk like that.

Whot really??? I'd love more shows about tourists! All the best adventures start off as touring!

Eheh, I hope that's a compliment. Talk like what? And which one?

Well, sure, all adventure comes from a walk into the unknown. But because the hero is on a quest; he wants something. What do these Trekkers seek? Relief from boredom?

[Plz. Her assertion piques his interest extremely.]

Do tell.

[Shrugs!] Just is. All of him. Core him.

No! They're exploring and expanding humanity's horizons! It's really noble!

[Finger bite.] Not much to tell, really.

[THAT IS SUCH A LIE.]

[But now that she's on the face of it, she's kind of not thrilled about any of it. Well, she nearly got eaten and trapped in a black hole, what's to love???]

Krop Tor is where hell got moved to. Or... Not exactly maybe. I think it wasn't all of hell, or not all souls, right? But the devil. It was an impossible asteroid right on the edge of being eaten by a blackhole. And humans, Torchwood, [She's proud of that as a matter of fact!!!] went exploring anyway, because humans are cool like that. The Doctor and I got trapped there accidentally. And there were these psychic creatures called ood. And the devil was screaming at them and then possessed them. So they went on the attack, and we were running away, and he spoke to us. The Doctor kept saying he couldn't possibly be the Devil, because there's so many religions and which one was he, and stuff, but he still--

[Headshake.]

He was really convincing. To all of us. Even the Doctor, I think.

The Doctor went exploring deeper into the black hole collapses tunnels looking for his ship. He lost contact with us, so the captain of the expedition said we had to retreat. I refused so they drugged me and put on board the escape ship anyway. And I knew something was wrong, because the devil wouldn't have let us go that easily. And the guy I was next to, the archaeologist had been kind of opening his heart up, and was being used by the devil to escape. So he told me to shut up. And then everything started getting dangerous, and he was breathing fire and gloating about getting free and had writing that the Doctor said came from before time, out of the void, impossible -- and so I unbuckled him and shot the roof so he got sucked out before it could self-repair.

Devil had the last laugh on me though. Sort of.

He said I would die in battle really soon. And I did.

And sometimes I think he made the way back to the Doctor a lot harder than it needed to be. Revenge. And it was all in the void so... yeah.

Edited 2018-03-22 03:25 (UTC)

Puhaheh. Whatever that means.

["Expanding horizons." Cliche, thine enemy is Ted. He listens with rapt attention, though dimming as the story grew more dour. It wasn't as triumphant and winsome as any story about conquering the devil ought to be.]

I, heh, wasn't aware Hell could be relocated.

[Then again, Koishi lives in a kind of hell. There's too many variations on hell, really.]

Goodness. Were the Ood very wicked creatures, or just...unfortunate?

[Then she says the V-word and his concern turns personal.]

...Ah. Knowing things they haven't a right to certainly sounds like demonic possession. The fire-breathing is novel. And the void is, impossibly, "before" time? What, ah, what's the nature of that void, likely?

[And if it's as awful as it sounds, why was 12 interested at all? Different Doctor? Still, he understands why the story isn't a fun one, if it wasn't so much the Adversary himself as the poor archaeologist.]

Now Satori's turn to let loose a knowing smirk. As annoying as Ted was, he had a point. Sometimes. Come to think of it, that reference was rather pertinent, after all.

"Unlike Izanami, I am not so bitter that my dislike turns into wishing death on others. And unlike this Hell nor the Christian one, I've heard Yomi's rather drab and unpleasant. There's hardly any activity there to speak about. At least my home's a lively place, with the animals. And Koishi. One should hope you don't rouse her, if she's even about, or you'll never get her away."

Still pleasant in mood, even if her words were cutting and harsh and always so barbed and double-edged. But something in that serene little moment when she'd take another mouthful of her slice of cake was a glimpse into a Satori that wasn't so strict, one that Ted only had seen a couple times, at best.

"That aside, do you want to stay a little longer? Or will you retreat like one of your Saints back into the sunlit world with nary a word?" Of course, she wouldn't miss an opportunity to poke fun at Ted and offer him a slice of his own cake back. "I go where I please, Ted. If just so happens that where I please to go is usually here, what of it? But even if you've some trouble regarding my living arrangements, I might be convinced to visit somewhere that I haven't been. Somewhere quiet and calm, where I won't have to think about how - and what - others think. A library, some sort of natural wonder, somewhere forgotten, perhaps."

A pause as her third eye adjusts itself and looks at him as well, Ted being given the distinct pleasure of all three eyes worth of contact. "Either way, you're a very interesting human, Ted, so I'm happy that you'll at least put aside your differences once in a while to visit me. It means quite a lot, even if in some respects you may think less of me. As much as I enjoy bantering with you, once again...thank you for the gift."

Edited 2018-03-23 21:16 (UTC)

Unfortunate. The humans were more wicked, treating them like servants or livestock.

No, the err -- Hell was outside of time. The writing from the devil. The void exists outside of time, because it exists out of the universe. It's the nothingness that between all the universes and parrallel dimensions. Okay so there's like [Holds up fingers.] Something like 12 dimensions. Most universes utilize the first four, and then the fifth is possibilities, and that creates alternate dimensions, are you following so far? And then thought is 6 or 7 I forget. Anyway...

The void is... nothing. It's not even darkness. Darkness eats up the void and the universes. [Shivers in spite of herself, still remembering the un-reality bomb's ripple effects, swallowing pieces of the fifth dimension.] The void exists outside of... all universes. Think of the most vast thing you can. Heaven, god, whatever. Now keep expanding on that. Cube it, expnonential that to the infinity until you are completely lost, and the void is even vaster than that. If God is thought, right? Void is... nothing. It's just... nothingness. Un-thought. If everything that exists, all matter, all big bang, all TIME, put it on the positive scale numerically, yeah? The void is just absolute zero. It's not negatives, it's just nada.

As vast as every universe's space is between planets and suns and stars and galaxaxies, yeah? The void is all universe's emptiness. It's the vastest, and yet... it doesn't even have space, because that's what it is. I didn't really travel it, I just sort of... [Squints and furrows brow.] I made a rocket, using my Dad's inventions, and a bit of copying the Doctor. Well, I said a rocket, but it was actually a cannon. With me as the cannonball. It would rocket the universes and void past me. So one minute I'd be in my Dad's universe, and then I'd land... on a bridge I had to make to try to get back to the universe I was born in. With pocket universes and fifth dimension along the way.

I said... I think the devil got the last laugh on me because... it was like my own private hell. I'd do it all again, but it was awful. In the void, there isn't awful, because there just isn't anything. No thought, no sound, no sensation, yeah?

The daleks traveled the void. Well... less traveled... more hid within. They created a void ship -- the Doctor said the TimeLords had one or two too, and then the daleks were able to come back and bring a prison with them. TimeLord prison, so it looks like it holds one dalek... and it actually held a million. But when you go into the void, you get "void stuff" on you -- I know, super scientific, yeah? But bear with me. So the void stuff could be reversed by the same way they came into the void, pushing them back out into it. But it meant the Doctor had it on him and me, Mickey, and my Dad all had to be in Pete's Universe so the Doctor could seal the universes apart and push everyone with void stuff in the Doctor's universe back into the void. I refused to go with my parents and I almost fell in, but at the last second my Dad knew to catch me -- but I was trapped in Pete's universe away from the Doctor.

I don't know anything about void ships, but I used that principle to make my dimension cannon to rocket me back through the void and so I'd at least land on planets with solid ground and atmosphere, yeah? But it meant seeing the Doctor in varying shades of dead. And watching the Earth burn over and over and over. The darkness was coming and eating up everything, even the void, and I dunno, I guess it sounds silly, but it felt like the devil was laughing at me every time.

Edited 2018-03-24 04:38 (UTC)

"Ahaha, well, I'm glad you've not stooped so far as murderous intent. Hell's deepest depths remain unplumbed."

But a few minutes more with Ted, and who knows? The froth of his humor expends itself, leaving him with more somber thoughts, all very visible to her third eye.

"Animal" was the first, bringing to mind his youthful ownership of one energetic dog, then one lazy cat once the former passed, both beloved perhaps more than a man sensibly ought. How he wished he had them, or even one like them. If only the illusory nature of all Genessia's animals could grant him a pet and revive halcyon days. Why did Satori regard these fakes with equal regard? Did she not know? Not care? Hamusuke was still in the world, wasn't she? That, at least, was one real animal, however occupied in the king's employ.

Then his thoughts dithered to Mewtwo, an animal of questionable, artificial origin, and how impressed Ted was that Satori had broken past his defenses, just the way "Strength" or "Force" would. Ultimately both their loves proved insufficient. He wondered how she bore the loss.

Thankfully the thoughts on barren beasts is subsumed with the offer to stay. He'd made the cake outside, so whatever terror it bore--like Persephone's pomegranate seeds--passed quickly.

"I'll stay, if you like. Thank you; and you're very welcome. Were it not for Minako, whom you might know, White Day would've remained in blackest ignorance."

He pondered again. Think less of her? No, that's not quite right. It doesn't suit her, like an ill-fitting dress. Not where she belonged. Go where she pleased...but then, that's just the problem, isn't it? Willfulness. An insistence of "my" over "thy" will. Goodness, what evils couldn't be traced back to that self-preference? That again seemed not just wrong, but particularly wrong with regards to her.

His mind traced over a verse: Revelations 22:15. "Whosoever loveth and maketh a lie." What this subarchway, if not a lie made and loved? Perhaps youkai have a harder time with that than usual, given their own superstitious origins. Still, what a severe scripture!

But yes, not just wrong, but specially wrong in her case. Satori could see truths. Perhaps she had not yet learned how to deftly handle them to mend, but she could do that. More than that, she could suffer them. Be the "Fortitude" of tarot acclaim. It seemed like her eternal vocation. Goodness, that's a hard thing, isn't it? Proclaim with fanciful prophecy that one's made to suffer, and should live their life with an eye towards suffering well. But she's named directly after her people, isn't she? Doesn't the trial of acute anguish harry them all? Who could symbolize and signify that better?

He thought of Koishi's self-maiming memory, and what suffering she'd had to bear then too. Over a century's worth. Awe and even something like admiration mixed with that compassion.

Ted's a little long in replying as he mulled all this over: who Satori was, what she was meant to be, whether her environment helped or hindered that, and whether he should have any confidence in these dreamy ideals. His free-associative thoughts find grounding in considering her offer. A place out, then? Anything would be better than here. When it comes to tourist attractions, one always springs in his mind first.

"...The Crystal Caves, in Everglade. It is very beautiful there."

He wished he wouldn't spoil by thinking, in exact images, just what beauty lay therein. Having a stubborn fondness for that decrepit city might've explained why he liked it, or some artistic foil that damp, shining place held against the surrounding, ugly city. Then he wondered whether she would like to go alone, to keep things quiet, or accompanied.

[The pie is relegated to a mental void as Ted, rudely, put his elbows on the table to support his chin, eyes furrowed in thought. He'd make small interjections like]

Oh, no, God is existence itself. The great "I AM", against Whom all existence seems evanescent.

[Well, small for him. Other than that he listens, mien darkening as she went on.]

That...certainly sounds very hellish. I'm sorry.

[And horribly familiar. Nothingness; nullity with darkness only an accidental feature of its sheer absence of any defining quality whatever. He really shouldn't have asked. He needs to talk of something heavenly to banish all this talk of laughing devils and silent voids.]

Say, Rose, are you a believer? Of, er, my stripe? Not meaning any particular denomination.

Existence itself, huh?

[Bites a finger.]

[And laughs softly at the question, shaking her head and sucking on the finger.] I dunno. I've seen too much to believe or restrict myself to any church, yeah? You wouldn't believe how different it gets in a couple million or billion years.

[Head tilt to the side, thinking.] But I've seen a lot more to make me think, to know, that there's way too much for me to say there's only one way to the multiverse. I would have said magic was impossible before here! [Holds up fingers.] All those times I've seen the Doctor die, I saw other universes too, with tiny changes. Just the way they count time, the way time works, the way human history evolved, every choice anyone makes, changes everything somewhere, yeah? But I never saw magic before here! It's so exciting!

[Rubs the back of her neck and giggles evilly.] I freaked out the Doctor. He was talking about how heavy-handed the Narnia Chronicles are and made a joke about whether I'd follow Aslan, and I said I already was. That's the first time I think I've ever accidentally shut him up for a bit without having to kiss him to do it.

[That's not quite the full-throated confession he was looking for, but it'd do plenty well for a change of topic.]

That's...a very amorous way to silence, aheh.

[~~Rose he's worried about you.~~]

Goodness, so long and the Second Coming still hasn't occurred? Well, suppose if you were audience to the going's-on of Revelations you probably wouldn't speak of it. Truly "no man knows the hour".

Ah, latitudinarian? Well, I'd like to believe the Catholics are still around. On Earth--mine, at least--they've done a miraculous job at being such an old institution. I'd hate to think a mere billion years or so seriously upset them.

[~~Also they made tarot cards but that's not why he likes them shhh~~]

The most effective! [THUMBS UP!]

[And shrugs.]

You might like them in the future, they get militant again. But there's a lot of spooky sects too. They do weird stuff whenever aliens are in involved.

Ahaha, what, you think I love the Church most when they're both drinking and spilling blood? Still, that's an interesting development. They rarely go into that kind of thing. And you say that aliens have caused more schisms yet? Goodness, how many divisions can it stand? I'm curious how their theology adapts to other species, though I suspect nothing changes much. Ray Bradbury seems to have pretty well covered every scenario.

Who doesn't?

Ray Bradbury? I only read Fahrenheit 451 of his. What's the rest?

Haha, well when it's said that Christianity's a fighting religion, I don't think they pictured it quite like that.

Oh, "The Illustrated Man" comes to mind. Goodness, I dare say he wrote too many short stories. "The Man", in particular, describes the unholy hounding a space captain gives while pursuing the Messiah, or someone very close, through the galaxy. How strange that Farenheit, the only science fiction work he claims to have written, remains his most enduring.

[Rose would be advised to, like The Devil, boot him out of airlock before he chatters at her all day about books.]

Well, I'm sure people didn't picture Mohammed's rifts eithers, yeah?

Yeah? Which is your favorite?

[You're mistaking her for someone who doesn't hang on the Doctor's every word of babble for years and enjoy every second of it...]

[What would your husband say if he knew, Rose?]

Ahah, no, I find that people prefer to hold prettier pictures in mind than that.

[Asking Ted his favorite anything is like asking a parent who their favorite child is. Even if they have one, it'd be purest indecency to say.]

One I liked--the title escapes me--is when a crew of people on...Venus? Some planet where it rains a lot must endure rain. Constant, unceasing, beating down on them like a fusillade from heaven. Nothing cleansing or playful about it, just unceasing, watery death. And they must look for a shelter to escape it.

One by one the crew falls, despair picking them off like flies. They thought they found a shelter, only to realize that they'd proceeded the wrong way back, and must redouble their path again through that hellish rain without end.

The story ends when one man, strong and enduring until the end, makes it to the shelter they'd sworn was only a myth, finding relief at last. One could like that to an allegory of heaven, perhaps, and how the reward goes only to those who stay strong, even through unceasing trials. Temptation, I suppose, is rather like...

[Much like rain Ted continues to prattle. Only the holiday reminds him of his sacred purpose.]

Eheh, goodness, anymore like this and all will cool! I've yet more to deliver. Excuse me, Rose, I must depart. It was a lovely chat, as always.

[Forgive him, Rose, you are not the only grill on his list today. It's not you, it's him.]

Edited 2018-04-06 00:42 (UTC)

[She's not actually married to the Doctor. He ran away and left her with a human-ish/one-hearted clone of himself who is not here, even though the Doctor himself times three is. Also he married River Song. And others. This is why ain't no one ever as bitter and tart-y about relationships as Rose Tyler.]

Acid rain or --

[:T!] Oh! Oh yeah... Get going you!

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CC ur thesis paper on CS Lewis is starting to show again....

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