Re: 17.2.3 Upstairs, Downstairs
"Those are Bad Words and should not be used in polite company," the angel chides before Evans starts pushing his way back to the main kitchen.
The interior of the laundy chute is metallic and dark. Traces of flour from the kitchen floor sweetly outline where a lady's bare toes trod a little way up. The room above must be in darkness.
"It comes out in Ward's bedroom - there's a crucifix in there, I think, but nothing else that'd stop her...Percy, no!" Widow Bradshaw grabs for her son.
"Ma, if she does to Vega what she did to me...I was so sure her thoughts were mine, she was...right in my head. I shot Dave, almost killed Al. If Abbie hadn't stood in front of him like that, I'd have shot the priest, too...and if She can make me shoot my pals and a holy father, She's going to have no trouble getting into the goshdarn library."
"Percival Merritt Bradshaw, you are sick and if you get killed I will die of sorrow, so stay in my sight." Widow Bradshaw draws herself up to her full height to stare the young man down.
"Tarnation is not going on in here, Shiny Fat Lady," the strange metal...thing tells Sarah. "We all are done doing delaying the Apocalypse. Why does your hat feel of Satan?"
[[@William - no need, I reckon superpowers are superpowers. Also, take a red chip for very smart use of environment/resources.
wait, where'd Sarah get a gown from? Also, did she bring her shotgun, or just the cross?]]