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[alchepistol]

I'll be there.

[ And she will be! The next Tuesday! Right after lunchtime, so as to not have the interruption of a meal (not of human, mind you, but at lunch, one eats). The map is nowhere in sight, but she did appreciate his attention to detail.

Even if she arrives by....lowering herself from the roof. Going across the tops of buildings has proven more efficient, given her wide leg span. ]

-> Action!

[youngtimer]

[he's just finished the peanut-butter-and-marshmallow sandwich he brought with him and washed it down with an iced coffee when she arrives - though the last of that iced coffee is lost to a spit-take as her shadow falls over him]

Shit, Saint-G -!

[he recovers easily, though, and is more than willing and able to laugh at himself]

Guess that one's on me for assuming you'd come in through the door.

[alchepistol]

No, I should have found a way to knock.

[ She offers him her handkerchief. ] My apologies.

[youngtimer]

[he takes it, still smiling as he daubs coffee from his t-shirt. he's been painting the molding up near the ceiling so it's a casual day]

Don't worry about it. Here, let me give you the tour. Obviously this is the main hall ... I've kept the pew benches for now, but eventually I want to replace them with proper chairs and tables. There's a spot over there for coffee, tea, water, and juice when we have it. And some non-perishable snacks. Then next to that is the brochure and voucher rack, in case people didn't get any of them when they arrived. I try to keep those stocked weekly.

[alchepistol]

[ good thing saint-germain came down instead of crawling inside and walking on the ceiling then

Saint-Germain takes in the sights on the tour, not commenting yet. She'll let Horatio Hargreeves give the full spiel first - though she is particularly intrigued to see whether or not it looks like the space is being used. How frequently do monsters come here, to the neutral ground, to take advantage of it?


.....oh no, one of the maps has. One of the maps is in with the brochures about Poundmates. This will NEVER do. Before she knows she's moving, she's fixed it. ]

[youngtimer]

[he notes her fastidiousness with a tiny smile, but doesn't remark on it, instead eventually leading her to a door at the back through what would have originally led to the priest's private space and the fellowship area - a short hallway off to the right of the church proper.]

Most of the care package sorting and assembly gets done back here - it's where we store all the donations.

[sure enough, there are bins, boxes, baskets, and bags of just about every stripe lined up on the counters that used to be for preparing platters of cookies and crudites. the long trestle table is clear of things at the moment, but there is a laminated sheet in the center of the table with a list of everything that goes in each care package. it's ... rudimentary. a perfectionist could make it even better, perhaps suggesting a consistent order and placement of things within the tote bags.]

I've been meaning to get a corkboard or something so that people can keep track of what donations we've already collected for the month, or if we're running low on anything.

[alchepistol]

[ At first, the barebones, scattershot nature of the operation shocks Saint-Germain. But then the implications of this workplace sink in, and her esteem rises.

After a fashion. ]

You achieve so much with such an incomplete system.....

[ Those marvelous care packages - the items to include had been so carefully considered. To think their roots had been so humble.....! Impressive! ]

[youngtimer]

Well, it was just me, Fiddleford, and Lust for a while. And then when Fiddleford stepped down, it was the two of us. With people coming and going so often, sometimes it's hard to keep a steady number of volunteers. But lately I think we've had the most I've seen since I jumped in to help.

We are gonna need to get more organized now that there are more hands on deck. I'd trust you with that sight unseen, if it's something you want to take on.

[he said it with a grin, knowing full well that she probably had several different possible configurations floating around her mind already, searching for the perfect permutation]

[alchepistol]

If you don't mind.

[ She says, but her answer comes immediately. He has her pinned. ]

[youngtimer]

Mind? You're probably the best person I know to do it. I don't think I've been this glad to meet someone here since last summer, when Mukuro and Celeste showed up.

[alchepistol]

[ Oh.....

Ah. Truly, Horatio Hargreeves had been an assassin in his home world, for he has just taken out Saint-Germain with a single hit. She's deeply touched.

Which, for Saint-Germain levels of expression, means her head raises, all eight of her eyes blink, and then she gives a small smile. ]

I'm grateful to have earned your esteem.

[ When someone you respect respects you back.....yes, this is the ideal form "friendship" can take. Perfection! ]

good to wrap it here?

[youngtimer]

{he grins widely, reaching out to clap a hand to her shoulder. stiff and formal as she is, he can still sense the emotion behind her reaction.]

Welcome to the Lighthouse, pal. It feels better in here already.

sounds good!

[alchepistol]

[ Saint-Germain smiles back. She feels better too. ]