Log; Ongoing

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When; September 10th, evening (backdated)
Rating; PG [Use of alcohol; may go up due to language]
Characters; Yumie Takagi [sister_samurai] & Doris Lang [hunterborn]
Summary; After a long weekend of false motherhood rubs salt in a few wounds and rekindles a few sorrows, the solution obviously lies in drowning them. AKA, "Let's write drunken idiocy."
Log;

Yumie didn't really know Doris Lang. She knew of her, knew several facts about her from what the other woman posted to the network, yet the two had never actually spoken before this last weekend. And maybe, were Yumie to spend any length of time around anyone at the moment, it was better that it was someone she didn't really know. Doris may have stayed with Hellsing, may have come from one version of their world, but she was from a very different time, and in Yumie's mind that created an acceptable distance from the events and people that troubled her.

The two hours she had instructed Doris to wait before coming over had nearly passed, time spent on a trip to the Underground, to cut and kill and scream wordless rage into the gloom when she had run out of profanities, and Yumie felt better for it. Not good, certainly, but better and able to play hostess in this proposed excercise in commiseration and friendly alcohol comsumption.

Setting bottle and glasses upon the coffee table, Yumie told herself she wouldn't drink too much. She had promised to help build a church in the morning.

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[sister-samurai.livejournal.com]

Yumie snickered slightly at the mental image, then frowned behind her glass as she drank, and said, "No one's said anything to me yet, either. Perhaps I got my share during the curse."

[hunterborn.livejournal.com]

Doris smiled slightly, reaching forward and taking the whiskey and pouring herself a little less than a shot into one of the small glasses. "Everyone around me played along--and I'm sure everyone but D was laughing their asses off. The 'father' of your sock was the Archbishop I was chained to here a month or so ago, right? He doesn't seem the type to put up with such things..." She lifted the small glass to her lips, then thought better of it, sat it back down and poured herself half a glass of juice.

[sister-samurai.livejournal.com]

"Right, that's him," Yumie answered, still frowning, leaning forward to set down her water and pour herself a shot. If Enrico was coming into the conversation, she would need one. "He isn't. We had the network version of a shouting match the first day of the curse and haven't spoken since."

[hunterborn.livejournal.com]

Doris took her shot glass and took a generous sip of the amber liquid, quickly following it with a sip of juice. "I can imagine."

Doris looked up, frowning slightly. "Hey, this is probably going to sound really stupid because I'm sure everyone in your world knows, but why does everyone call you 'sister' and him 'father'?"

[sister-samurai.livejournal.com]

"They're our titles," Yumie said. "Well, technically, an archbishop should only be addressed as 'Archbishop', or, 'Your Grace', which is more formal. Father is the title of a priest lower in the church hierarchy, like as Father Anderson, and 'Sister' is the title for a woman avowed to religious life."

She knocked back her first shot, winced a bit, and refilled the glass with juice, downing it before continuing. "I take it you're not familiar with the Catholic church."