| Good for the Soul |
[21 Jun 2009|06:50pm] |
Who: Cath and Peter
Where: Chapel
When: Late Evening
Cathair had been meaning to see Father Fitzpatrick the day before, but things had been busy and insane. They were still busy and insane, but with the security schedule finally sorted, now was a good a time as ever. He'd told Mae he was having confession, so she'd know where he was. He didn't like having to be accountable all the time for everyone, but it had to be done.
This visit to the ship's priest was likely the only thing he'd done for himself today. Even his workout had been to get back into combat ready. This, this was for his soul. Which really needed tending more than he did.
He stepped into the chapel, dipping his fingers into the bowl and crossing himself. He took a few steps forward before genuflecting before the cross. Even if he wasn't actually here for confession, he wasn't about to shirk his respect. This was a place of God, after all.
Then he rose and looked around for the priest. "Father Fitzpatrick?" he called. Hopefully, he hadn't already retired for the evening.
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