@angelusinfernii liked the starter call. 

Brown eyes shifted from her poor Briarcliff dinner ( water and a bowl full of oatmeal that smelled like something died in there ) to Sister Mary Eunice’s form waiting by the door —— purity in the flesh, too wonderfully good for the world’s horrors threatening to swallow them both. “She said no food for the inverted. Goddammit, woman — Jude will flip her shit if the wrong person finds this here, you know that.” Whispering loud enough for her voice to rise above the neighbor’s insane babbling, Lana flung both legs off the creaking bed and nearly cringed as her bare feet met cold cement. “I will pin this on you, Sister.”