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.

Comments

[futaille]

“He does." A little smile. "It suits him."

[sagramore]

"Everything suits him." And then, as it occurs to him, "Didst thou know he had no idea how Laertes lusts for his body?"

[futaille]

"Oh? That's silly of him."

[sagramore]

"That's the whole reason I was learning to sculpt!" sounding genuinely a little surprised at unlocking this long-forgotten memory. "So i could make him some voluptuous statues!"

[futaille]

"What? Visible sculptures?!"

[sagramore]

"I know, I know, it's a completely different art form."

[futaille]

"Remarkable! What are the similarities and differences?"

[sagramore]

"It's a hell of a lot harder, for one thing."

[futaille]

He laughs. "It makes sense. You're such a natural at invisible sculpture that most anything would be."

[sagramore]

"I am! I'm really a savant."

[futaille]

"Handsome and a prodigy! Truly a marvel!"

[sagramore]

Sagramore affects preening. "I accept thy roses."

[futaille]

"Wonderful. If you hadn't, I'd be bereft."

[sagramore]

"I know. Thou art a wilting flower, easily bruised."

[futaille]

"Oh, yes, absolutely how I'd describe myself, no question."

[sagramore]

"Oh, I'm aware, that's why I said it."

[futaille]

He laughs. "Of course, now I'm preoccupied with wondering what kind of flower I am."

[sagramore]

"Claudius will have an opinion."

[futaille]

"Claudius would have a detailed explanation with citations from well-known treatises in botany."

[sagramore]

"Oh, obviously. Ask him next time thou encounterest him."

[futaille]

"I should. Or maybe I'll just save it until I want to distract him with a new shiny toy to play with."

[sagramore]

"What! Wherefore needst thou distract him? Will he bear down on thee like a hungry hound after a hare?"

[futaille]

"I have no idea! But you never know! It might be useful!"

[sagramore]

"Oh, everything might be useful, mightn't it?"

[futaille]

"True. It all depends on where my whims take me."