#godcrossesthrough

[surgical-rewind]

One of these days I’ll get back on top of this thing.

Uh, Doctor Suzie Teller speaking, how may I help you?

[call-me-vico]

Heads up to whoever’s manning the Cross, you should prepare for your absolute favorite guest within the next half hour. And by “prepare” I mean set out a banquet and lay out all the best linens and fresh flowers. And by “favorite guest” I mean me. 

[silvasboys]

Dannyboy? It's Adrian, I dunno if you can hear me.

[silvasboys]

Hey, Dannyboy, you know, uh.... I um.... how're you?

[silvasboys]

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D-dannyboy?

[silvasboys]

Dannyboy? Are you there? Or Cupid, or um... Chariot? Anyone, I guess. It's Adrian.

[silvasboys]

Dannyboy? Or Chariot, or.. I don't, um... I really don't feel good. The medicine's not helping any more, and it's... like before, but worse, and I think I... need to go home...

[karmacenter]

//Karma is gentle when she knocks on the door to the Cross. She’s never been here before, and there’s something almost delicate about the place, something that seems like it shouldn’t be disturbed. Or maybe it’s just her that shouldn’t be disturbing it.// …Hello? 

//She knows that her parents’ God doesn’t love her, not with who she is. And she doesn’t know if the people at the Cross follow the same teachings, but…  It still feels wrong to be here, in a place that was built to worship a God who she’d spent years of her childhood trying to hide herself from in the hopes of false acceptance. She hasn’t chased after anyone’s approval for a long time now, but… She feels unusually exposed standing on the old church’s doorstep, like the second she enters, she’ll be under the whole of Heaven’s disapproving eyes all over again. It’s not even that she really cares, or believes in what her parents told her. Childhood experiences are hard to shake, and she feels like a kid again, wrong in her own skin and desperately needing to be somewhere else.//

//But she’s got a friend staying here, one of the ratlings she’d looked after when he stayed at Terra. He’s been having trouble getting on his feet, apparently, and Karma figures it might help a little for him to get a pep talk. So she has to be here. But she doesn’t wanna just barge in, when she already feels like enough of an intruder. So she waits for someone to answer the door, shifting her weight from foot to foot and checking over her shoulder every couple of seconds.//