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[gospel-of-mary.insanejournal.com]

WHO: Mary Magdalene [narrative, but open]
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
WHERE: A cafe near her place
WHAT: Mulling over the possibility of other Marys

Mary had spent the last few days looking into the story about the Australian reincarnation of Jesus. All of it made her doubt him more and more but even as she felt she was disproving it all to herself, there was the niggling feeling of what if?

She read over his website and watched his videos and he was right about one thing at least: people in Judea hadn't believed he was the Son of God either. But more than this man claiming to be Jesus, Mary kept researching the woman. Mary Magdalene.

Most of the other saints that Mary knew had met their counterparts in other countries, some of them more than one, but Mary never had. George seemed to be in phone contact with dozens of other George's across the globe but Mary had never even heard the voice of her copies. She wouldn't even know what they were like. Maybe they were like a somewhat quiet Australian woman living on a farm in the outback.

Sitting in the cafe near her house with her hands wrapped around her coffee cup, Mary stared at the photo of the woman that she'd printed out. Are you me?

Looking up from it a man on the other side of the cafe smiled at her. Attractive, early thirties, well-dressed, probably on his lunch break. Mary smiled back but then forced herself dropped the eye contact.

A few moments later he was at her table and said, "hi."

Mary looked at him, eyes trailing down that well cut suit he was wearing. She was already imagining the body underneath. Already thinking about where she could take him. There was a bathroom in the cafe and that would be enough.

But instead she shook her head and said, "sorry, I'm not interested." She went back to looking at her photo until, after a moment of lingering, the man went away. Mary let out a heavy breath of regret. It would have been so good for her, even if it had been terrible sex.

It had been a month since Mary had slept with anyone and for her that was extremely long time. The lack of physical attention made her feel isolated and alone, but Mary was determined to show the Hummingbird that she could be what he wanted. If that meant suffering and hungering until he decided she was worthy, then so be it. She could remain steadfast in her devotion.

(She hoped.)

Mary Magdalene was still staring up at her from the photo on the table and Mary sighed, turning the photo over so she didn't have to look at her. There was a temptation to fly to Australia and meet these people but if they were liars it would be a wasted trip and if they were telling the truth... well, Mary wasn't entirely sure she wanted to meet another version of herself.

Besides, it was too expensive. Turning away from prostitution, Mary was currently living on Huitzilopochtli's funds as he had offered. And between working with the humans in his area to try and improve their standards of living and offer them support, she attempted to find herself a real job. She didn't want to rely on Huitzilopochtli. She didn't even know yet what they were or what their dates would lead to, and she certainly wasn't going to discuss her confusion about it all with anyone else. She and Huitzilopochtli had to remain a secret from the other saints, at least for as long as it could be managed.

George especially. George who knew the true extent of both her love and the Aztecs actions.

The man who'd come over to her was back at his table, reading the paper now, and Mary considered the idea of going over to him. No, she told herself. Be better than this.

She picked up her coffee with a frown. A pox upon all well-dressed strangers.