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[Dorian smiles and gives a quaint wave a greeting before he addresses the network. His surroundings are smaller, not the modern trappings of his own office, but the stone masoned and naturally lit walls of his office at Fairy Tail.]

Good afternoon, everyone. I'd like to talk, today, about Time and, more specifically, the record thereof. You see, through quite a bit of research I'll not bore you with, I've determined the calendar utilized here correlates well enough with my own. The 10th month of the calendar used by Genessia and its environs began yesterday, at midnight. It is referred to as 'October'. In my own world, Frumentum or as it's referred to by the common folk "Harvestmere" will be beginning in roughly two days time. We have 12 months, divided into 30 days each. If Genessia continues on a path consistent with its previous course, its calendar year consists of 365 days, save for every 4th year, when some brilliant scholar ages ago realized they were losing time and devised a rough patching that's consisted into the present day. I've of course not been around here long enough to have experienced this mythical "leap year", but Genessia's calendar, along with many of its residents, seem to hail for "Earth". It's the "Roman" calendar, which is a rather interesting topic in regards to both Earth and Thedas, but, well...

[He clears his throat, turning his gaze to an open journal before him.] I digress grossly.

Last month on Thedas, we began the month with the Annum "All Souls Day", and it would seem there are several similar holidays at the end of this Genessian month. I've read about several of them, but I'm curious what your traditions are. In Thedas, the holiday is rather dour. We dress as ghosts and parade about at midnight, very sad. We don't even get a feast! What do you do?

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[He wags his fingers.]

Good afternoon, Champion. I have a present for you.

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Well, some people celebrate a Day of the Dead. That's for honoring them, I think. And lots of cultures leave out offerings. I don't think that's tied up with Halloween though.

[He could be wrong. It hadn't exactly been a topic of study. He was just trying to help.]

That's what it got kind of boiled down to. Families travel to get together, cook a lot of food and then you're supposed to think about what you're thankful for. ...then the next day the stores have giant sales that start at insane hours, so you can get things you don't need and start shopping for the next holiday.

It's... supposed to be in honor of a fall harvest feast between the colonists and the natives who'd taught them to grow food, to celebrate the fact they had food and wouldn't all starve to death in the winter.

[There wasn't a reason to go into detail on how badly things had gone between them, right?]

Kids trace their hands and turn the drawings into turkeys.

[He nods, tapping his chin thoughtfully.]

I see. [And be reached off screen to pick something up, and appears to be writing something down by the sound of the scratching.]
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You have my thanks. [He sets down the writing empliment and looks back to the camera.]

Have you thought about renewing your own celebrations here? I know many of us are in a mad dash to return to our own worlds, but with the cessation of is passage in our absence, there's really no rush.

No problem. I'm pretty used to helping, and...there isn't really much that I can actually do to help here. You know?

[This wasn't the place to go into that though. He was figuring things out. They were going to get Maggie an actual doctor in an actual facility.]

Honestly? No. They were kind of the furthest things from our minds, you know? It's not that I'm in a rush - I'm just still not used to seeing, say, a store full of grocery's no one's looted yet. 'Let's spend money on decorations...' [He shrugged.]

Ah, now, there may be at that, Glenn. What are your talents?

[Everyone has a place. Even Sera. If she can find a use outside making life difficult for the upper class, then so can you, Glenn.]

I understand. I imagine it's much like seeing a hole in the sky and worrying about breakfast.

Supply runs. Getting out of camp, finding what we need, avoiding or taking out any walkers in the process and getting everything back. And I guess whatever the others needed me to do. Genessia has... walls. And whatever's here doesn't even seem to come from anywhere. Before that? I delivered pizza. I've kind of found a job that'll keep my hands busy but... But I guess this is just an adjustment period, is all. Sorry for going on like that.

[It was the tip of the iceberg, really, but he was trying hard to ignore the feeling of being trapped. The idea of enemies at the gates pressing in, like the walkers at the prison with no way to take some out or draw them off. If you pushed hard and long enough at something it gave in.]

Yeah, I guess so. Except the thing is, you still need breakfast. Or at least you still need food. There's stuff you've got to do for morale, sure, but that... Littler things mean more and more.

Not all areas within the confines of the barriers are safe, Glenn. There are caverns, and things to be fetched. I'm certain someone would pay you for it.

[He chuckles.]

There's no need to apologize, Glenn. [Maker knows he can go on.] It could be argued that people need their celebrations, too. [He nods.] Of course they do. Like...feast day cookies when you're far from home during Satinalia, or...a decent razer when you're trapped in a country of barbarians who wouldn't know proper grooming if it slapped them in the face.

Right... But it's not... essential I guess, in the same way? I don't want to run into danger for danger's sake. I've got Maggie, and in a couple months- [He shook his head. Just pretend he didn't say that.] I guess it's just kind of the point of the thing.

[Glenn shrugs a little.]

That makes sense. It sounds like you used to travel a lot. Or is that just what you miss since you've been here?

[Glenn's commentary wasn't lost on Dorian, but he didn't prod. Makers know he wouldn't want to be.]

Well, perhaps not, but the option is still before you.

[He shakes his head.] Oh, no. This place does know a good razer. Back home, yes. I did travel quite a bit, at least recently, and often for days at a time between anything that passed for a settlement.

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