futaille | Open Post: Who invented this calendar anyway?

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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From:

futaille

"Quite a variety of them, too."

From:

sagramore

"I have no aspersions to cast on thy whims. I find them enchanting."

From:

futaille

"Now, historically, some have worked out better than others."

From:

sagramore

"Undeniable."

From:

futaille

"Probably the case with most people, come to think of it. Imagine someone who, for good or ill, had all their whims work out exactly as well as every other one."

From:

sagramore

"Ugh, what an idea. Imagine how many animals there'd be in this place if I could have every dog and duck and horse my thoughts conjured up."

From:

futaille

"You'd have no time to do anything else but care for them."

From:

sagramore

"What a horrifying thought. When would I ever get to make love?"

From:

futaille

"Better for everyone that all your whims don't come true, then. Even if all the animals would adore you."

From:

sagramore

Sagramore laughs. "The benevolent patriarch of the beasts."

From:

futaille

"Exactly, oh grand patriarch."

From:

sagramore

"I can think of worse fates, to be sure."

From:

futaille

"Undoubtedly. Also better ones, to be sure, but there would be a certain charm to it."

Edited Date: 2025-06-02 03:58 pm (UTC)

From:

sagramore

"Very pastoral, thinkst thou not? Another subject for an art."

From:

futaille

"It could easily be pastoral, yes. I could see such a work going several different directions depending on the desired mood."

From:

sagramore

"Oh? What else hast thou got in mind?"

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futaille

"Oh, there are a few. Something comedic, with you drowning in animal care, surrounded by more animals than can comfortably fit on a canvas. Or something more starkly realistic instead of soft and pastoral, illustrating that it's hard work too. Or even something hearkening to biblical stories, like Adam naming the animals or Noah and the ark. Or there's the option of portraying you in place of St. Francis and his animals, a counterpoint to another saint's iconography being hijacked in another piece I'm working on."