Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

[futaille]

How unfortunate.

Yes, Grantaire was fully aware that the year being longer at the mansion would logically cause seasons to drift when someone kept track of the old calendar, or at least what had been pinned down as the old calendar for convenience sake, which was almost necessary when people's arrivals weren't necessarily tied to the day they left. He hadn't given it too much thought last year, when his birthday, such that it was, arrived in spring like he was used to.

Dark, though, was unfortunate. Not inappropriate for the next notable anniversary coming up, but for this one, not at all. Of course, it wasn't as if he would have been planning much in the way of an event, Dark or no, but it would have been nice to treat himself to something or other, regardless.

Instead, he has installed himself in the game room, where he is carefully balancing dominoes on their ends to make a domino rally on the billiards table. It's a nice large flat surface, so it should work nicely. Have to keep entertained somehow.

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[futaille]

He bursts into giggles. "Oh, what a sight I'd make."

[vineleaves]

"A very pleasant sight."

[futaille]

"If you of all people didn't think so, I'd be worried."

[vineleaves]

He laughs. "If I ever say anything otherwise, assume I'm somehow being held hostage."

[futaille]

"Who could possibly hold you hostage?"

[vineleaves]

"Oh, nobody, so you don't have to worry about me ever saying that."

[futaille]

He laughs. "Oh, good to know. Card next, then?"

[vineleaves]

"Ah, I suppose it's time for that part, yes," he says with a smile.

The inside of the card reads simply,
Where I got to meet the real you for the first time.

Yep, it's a scavenger hunt.

[futaille]

Never having seen a scavenger hunt before, he looks up quizzically. "What's this?"

[vineleaves]

"Go to that location and you'll find out."

[futaille]

"Intriguing." He stands, quickly leans over the table to give Dionysus a kiss, and heads out the door towards the entrance.

[vineleaves]

Dionysus follows behind him, enjoying the view.

[futaille]

Upon reaching the lobby, he starts to look around. "All right, what am I looking for?"

[vineleaves]

"You'll know it when you see it," he answers cryptically. Hopefully eventually he will notice an identical card mixed in with all of the papers on the welcome table.

[futaille]

"Ah, voilà," he says as he spots it. He picks it up and opens it curiously.

[vineleaves]

"Ah, good job."

The inside of this card reads,
Where you became my oracle.

[futaille]

He reads it over a couple of times and then glances over at Dionysus. "... What if I don't remember the answer?"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus laughs. "Sorry, I can give you another hint if you want."

[futaille]

"Please?"

[vineleaves]

"Okay. Hmm. Ah, it's a good place to get snackies."

[futaille]

"Kitchen!" Does he know for sure which one? Not remotely. But he still makes a beeline for the one they use most.

[vineleaves]

That's not the right answer, but Dionysus decides to let him hunt around in a kitchen for a few minutes before he's going to give another clue.

[futaille]

He looks around for the next clue for a bit before figuring he's probably not in the right place. "... Another hint?"

[vineleaves]

“Paris.”

[futaille]

"Merde." He immediately starts for the café.