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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[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.

[vineleaves]

“I’m worried I might have made this too hard,” he says, following Grantaire.

[futaille]

"It's a compliment to me, if anything. And you're here to help if I go astray." They get to the café and he starts to look around.

[vineleaves]

"That's true, I can give as many clues as I need to," he says, hopping up to sit on a table while Grantaire looks around.

Sitting in one of the chairs is the new card.
Where I learned your name, and you helped me plan party invitations, and countless other memories.

[futaille]

He reads it and looks at Dionysus. "Wasn't that just my room?"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus grins. "Ding ding ding. Got it in one this time."

[futaille]

"You showed up all panicked. I'm not likely to forget that. So that's my studio now..." He heads off.

[vineleaves]

"I felt terrible about it! I still do! We had been together for a long time and I hadn't even asked you what your first name is."

[futaille]

"It's still fine! It was then and is now! My first name's been used more here than it had been in the previous ten!"

[vineleaves]

"It's a very good name."

[futaille]

"It's an ironic one, in the end, but I'm glad you like it." He gets to their rooms and he heads into the foyer.

[vineleaves]

"I love it, actually."