[ high, actually! there’s a bunch of cakes on a rack to one side, covered in a glacé icing, and he’s stirring a pot of something quite rich smelling on the stovetop. ]
It's been nearly a millennium since the time of the first king, so records of his reign can be hazy. But one legend does remain: the first king faced down a land of eternal winter and found a way to break through the frost. He made an alliance with the Immortals, borrowing the fire of a dragon and the healing of a unicorn to melt the eternal freeze and make the land fertile once again.
[The story isn't completely accurate, but all stories are made better with some embellishments.]
We don't know how truthful that tale is, but my home country of Ulrich has stood for centuries. We modern residents must be proof of the first king's legacy, no? But that is why we don't really celebrate anything in winter beyond the new year: Each winter serves as a reminder of the eternal winter, and it's when the snows melt and spring arrives that we celebrate again.
From what the angels have said, we're not goin' back to the moment we died. Which makes sense, otherwise we'd just immediately die again. Gotta give us a little room to fix things and avoid gettin' our arses kicked.
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smokeandglasses) wrote2025-02-16 08:28 pm
Week 0, Sunday
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You've been busy here.
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[ he peers into the pot, before popping the lid back on and turning the heat down on the stovetop. ]
That, and I figured I needed to prepare a few things.
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[He's not counting what he wants to count, but he makes due.]
What you're making smells better than any other food I have seen here though.
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[ this seems like a... strange thing to do, but who's he to question? ]
Y'think? Thanks. I've been cookin' for a while.
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[He's talking about his dragon hoard. Knowing his hoard is in order is relaxing.]
What did you make this time?
w1, monday
bas absolutely jumps when the first firework goes off like WHAT THE FU-- ]
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Look up there!
[It doesn't cross his mind that someone wouldn't have experienced fireworks before. They have existed for centuries in his world already.]
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These are impressive.
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...it's okay. I know it's loud, but fireworks aren't a sign of danger. They're for celebration.
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[There is a touch of fondness to his words there. It's a holiday he enjoys celebrating.]
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[ tbf their last king was,.... not the best ]
You don't do any of this in the winter?
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It's been nearly a millennium since the time of the first king, so records of his reign can be hazy. But one legend does remain: the first king faced down a land of eternal winter and found a way to break through the frost. He made an alliance with the Immortals, borrowing the fire of a dragon and the healing of a unicorn to melt the eternal freeze and make the land fertile once again.
[The story isn't completely accurate, but all stories are made better with some embellishments.]
We don't know how truthful that tale is, but my home country of Ulrich has stood for centuries. We modern residents must be proof of the first king's legacy, no? But that is why we don't really celebrate anything in winter beyond the new year: Each winter serves as a reminder of the eternal winter, and it's when the snows melt and spring arrives that we celebrate again.
w3, monday
ali will get to see this! ]
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Woah, hey, are you alright?
[He saw the memory, but his first priority is making sure Basilio is okay.]
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Yea, I'm alright.
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[A pause, considering.]
I...hope you and Fidelio found a solution?
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[ well. ]
Well. Sorta. But we ended up here, so we might need to get outta here first before we can really see it all through.
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From what the angels have said, we're not goin' back to the moment we died. Which makes sense, otherwise we'd just immediately die again. Gotta give us a little room to fix things and avoid gettin' our arses kicked.
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