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(This thread has possible CWs for racism) 10:45 AM, January 26th, 2025 Saint Philomena's Church The Morning Mass at Saint Philomena's was in Spanish, and it was packed. The prayers of the faithful would reach the heavens and `shake the rafters. Father Thomas, an older man with a fully grey beard, preached on selflessness, on loyalty, on being like Jesus; that Jesus asked for nothing to help others. Help others, and through that find your way to heaven, through Jesus and the saints. It was a service that would repair the spirituality of the congregation, and prepare them for the next week; a connection with God and Jesus and Mary that kept them going through the rough times. And rough times were coming recently; a series of fires had struck through Lincoln, targeting members not just of Philomena's community, but a variety of other church's memberships. It was almost to the edge of belief that such things were happening, but no one had claimed responsibility, and arson driven by hatred were not often unclaimed. Carmen was here, at the weekly service given by the church that also handled her stay when she wasn't at Claremont. It was a chilly day, but it seemed to be a nice one.

(This thread has possible CWs for racism) 10:45 AM, January 26th, 2025 Broken Crow Refuge The Broken Crow Refuge was having a bit of a crowding problem. A series of random fires had broken out across Lantern Hill and Lincoln, and it seemed targeted almost entirely towards Hispanic and Black members of the community. It was almost to the point where, well, it didn't seem so random after all. For now, a pair of new families were receiving supplies and welcomes, preparing for what would be a difficult fight for an insurance claim and a stay at a hotel. There wasn't too much to do about it, other than the misery of having lost everything. And the youngest child of one of the families- a boy no more than 7 or 8- was holding a burned and charred rabbit toy that was still hanging on to life, despite having been partially consumed by the blaze. He was mumbling to himself, holding his little rabbit, and looking horrified. Like he'd seen something he didn't need to.