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[sandpaperbreath]

Celebration of Mar's...a pretty big deal back home. Might'a already heard a bit about it; how Mar built a city an' held back monsters a'couple of lifetimes ago.

Well, the man who should grow up to be Mar is on this ship, an' he usually goes by Jak. Unless we get the word otherwise, today's his birthday.

That means...I get to embarrass the hell

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[psychoticracer]

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You are so good at sapping the fun out of everything, you know that?

[sandpaperbreath]

Bite me, Ginger.

Y'gotta wait yer turn.

[psychoticracer]

[Snort.]

You are not doing this to me on my birthday.

[This is his "no room for discussion here, end of story" voice.]

[sandpaperbreath]

Who's sappin' the fun outta stuff now?

[psychoticracer]

Tch. Perfectly good holiday and you muck it up fangirling over "Number Five" over there.

[sandpaperbreath]

How could I know you even did any celebrating? Ain't it beneath you or somethin'? 's mostly a Slummer holiday anymore.

[psychoticracer]

I think you're confusing me with those other nobles. It was a perfectly good excuse to drink and race... ah, not necessarily in that order.

You can have the charm-burning and re-enactments, though. That's definitely Slummer nonsense.

[Erol's not about to let on that the memory of the scent of smoke and passing festivals decked out in Precursor orange, glimpses of them from his zoomer, made him nostalgic as hell.]

[sandpaperbreath]

Racin' would make good entertainment...

an' i still wish i had some frickin' scriptures...

[psychoticracer]

.... Hnf. You find a zoomer and I'll provide it.

Hell. At this point I'd take a clunker from Kras. Anything that can at least crack 150.

[sandpaperbreath]

I know.

Y'could be the Metal Head Leader in t'nights reenactment. That'd be entertainin'.

[psychoticracer]

You would like that, wouldn't you.

No zoomers, not interested.

[sandpaperbreath]

Wouldn't suggest it if I didn't like it.