Who: Gail, everyone! What: Charity work, volunteering to help those seeking shelter at Chaser's church Where: The church When: Christmas Eve, after undefined iscariot activity. Why: Because I thought kicking life back into this thing might be a good christmas gift for TMV
The world was a wonderful place. The world deserved to be a wonderful place. And Gail was going to make it wonderful again. Even when mothers were crying and homes were lost and the world was broken and smoking and sad the world was a wonderful, beautiful place.
And christmas was a wonderful time. A time when songs and prayers should be ringing out far louder than the sobs of orphans and widows, no matter what. A time when people should be family even if they weren't really family. A time when people should love each other even if they didn't necisarrily get along.
Gail was going to make it like that.
She sang the songs she had learned as a child before everything was good and practiced and perfected since october with the church choir as she made the journey from her home to the church hall, large basket full of food in hand. The people driven out of thier homes by the recent Iscariot activity would be living here in this great hall with its floor strewn with blankets and its rafters covered with whatever decorations the few volteers that were there could throw together at such short notice and tonight they would be able to eat and sing and praise whatever was up there for sparing their lives even if it took thier homes and children. Lives were a wonderful thing to have.