I'm sorry you had to celebrate alone, Elizabeθ. And I wouldn't say that things were... merrily celebrated, with the haunted house and the tricks that were played on everyone.
What's bonfire night about? That poem tells some of the story, I'm guessing, but it's nice to know more.
It's a patriotic holiday. We burn effigies of political figures we don't like and light fireworks. And drink. I've only done the latter tonight, since there's no one to help me make a bonfire or find fireworks.
There's no toffee, no candy apples, no cider... It's a miserable fifth, just like last year. And no one cares, as per usual.
[[She's not drunk enough to be drunk, but she's drunk enough to be angry with the world, or more specifically to stop hiding the fact that she's upset.]]
I don't come from your Earth, but I'll help you get a bonfire going. I'm not sure what to do about the fireworks though. In theory I could make some but they'd be much more dangerous and probably send us to the clinic before the end of the night.
And there should be cider in some of the shops. It may not be as great a fifth as you'd have back home but it'd be better than nothing.
The shops have American cider, some non-alcoholic apple swill. Not cider. I'm drinking port instead. I can't make a bonfire at all, if you intend to help, you'll have to do it by yourself. I'm used to my leg finally, but it doesn't bend at the knee, my movements are somewhat limited.
I remember you telling me about it, but not the medical aspect of it. I even still have that soldier you gave me. He's been a lot of help, especially when I misplace some of my research notes.
[They have a differing opinion on how to organize. Anyone who has seen Sam's lab back home, will have a different opinion about organization.]
I'm used to being around clockworks. You should see New Year's in my world...there's so many active clockworks at once they spill out into the streets.
What's bonfire night about? That poem tells some of the story, I'm guessing, but it's nice to know more.
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There's no toffee, no candy apples, no cider... It's a miserable fifth, just like last year. And no one cares, as per usual.
[[She's not drunk enough to be drunk, but she's drunk enough to be angry with the world, or more specifically to stop hiding the fact that she's upset.]]
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And there should be cider in some of the shops. It may not be as great a fifth as you'd have back home but it'd be better than nothing.
[And Sam is sober so she can recognize that.]
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[A pause then then-] If you'd like, sometime, I can see what I can do for your leg. I can probably do something so it bends at that knee.
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Not that anyone knows what that means, or cares, either.
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[They have a differing opinion on how to organize. Anyone who has seen Sam's lab back home, will have a different opinion about organization.]
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Threaten to replace them with clockwork.
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That'll certainly put some pep in their step.
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[[No they don't. Theta prefers clockworks to people, and thinks all ergaleomancers are similar to herself.]]
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