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All your coffee are belong to Gabe!

Location: The Cravat
Time: N/A. (Though for all intents and purposes it is morning.)

This morning, as with many mornings, Gabe's first thought was one word. This one word was 'coffee.' He carefully extricated himself from his and Jeannot's bed, making sure not to wake his love as he did. He left the room quietly and went down the stairs, looking for any new room, hopefully one containing a coffee-maker and some grounds. As luck ((or possibly the BC's inherent MKCSR powers)) would have it, the first room he decided to explore was the kitchen, the coffee-maker on the counter like a gift from G-d. He only had to look through two cupboards before finding the coffee grounds and cups, and he set about making it, humming Chelsea Hotel #2 very loudly to himself. Once done, he sat upon the counter, impatiently watching it percolate.


Feb. 3rd, 2007 11:23 pm (UTC)
"People can believe in things that are untrue, can't they?" Gabe asked, sitting up to continue the theological discussion in a slightly more dignified position. "And yes, Jews do believe in G-d. We believe in the same god most Christians do, really, just in different stages of maturity." He paused. "'Maturity' isn't really the best word, but I can't think of another."
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Feb. 4th, 2007 12:11 am (UTC)
"No," Gabe said. "You're a sort of Jew, as was Jesus himself. Judaism came first, and the Old Testament is part of the Jewish religion. The Christians came later, and with them came the New Testament. At first they were just a sect of Jews, who believed that Jesus was the Messiah and the son of G-d. Eventually they split off totally and people don't really even associate them any more." He shrugged. "But the main difference is that Christians believe that Jesus is the Messiah while Jews are still waiting for theirs to show."
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Feb. 4th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
"Ignorance, I suppose," Gabe replied, softly. "I've found that's the reason for most prejudice." He moved a little closer to Jeannot, not really wanting to think of such things. "Let's not talk of hate, though. It's depressing."
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Feb. 4th, 2007 01:09 am (UTC)
((I think it's cute how Jeannot feels the need to 'M.' Holmes but not Watson.))

Gabe smiled. "Probably not," he said. "Though if we left them uninterrupted they probably wouldn't be done until tomorrow, so it may be best if we disturbed them."
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Feb. 4th, 2007 01:24 am (UTC)
((Hah, true. Gabe is a fearless bastard, though, and was immediately on a last-name, honorificsless basis with the both of them.))

Gabe took Jeannot's hand as he stood. "To the kitchen, then," he said, and led Jeannot down the hall back to the kitchen door. In a fit of politeness, he decided to knock.


holmes, oscar, byron, nineteenth century
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