[video]

[waiting]

Is it just me, or does Easter feel more and more like early Halloween every year?

[ The video comes on late -- or at least, late for normal people used to working the nine to five circuit, but he's sure that for some people on the Network, this is just about their time to wake up. Bradbury's not normally one of the night owl crowd, but he feels uncharacteristically restless, so here he is, in what appears to be one of those little 24/7 convenience stores, panning the camera over an aisle packed with chocolate rabbits, eggs, and generally enough sugar to make a few small, hyperactive children practically explode. ]

Not that I'm complaining, but I don't remember having any of this growing up. 'Course, that might've just been because grandma thought kids ought to have more, uh, spiritual fiber instead of egg hunts. [ He snorts, muttering quietly under his breath, but the microphone picks it up anyway. ] Bet she'd just love knowing angels are real.

Anyway, uh. [ He seems to realize the clock's ticked over into midnight while he was talking, and he clears his throat. ] Happy Easter. If you celebrate. If you don't ... [ The shrug's practically audible; more so is the huff of soft laughter. ] Just enjoy the rest of the day.

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[waiting]

[ There's a pause practically like Bradbury sitting back, considering. ]

But you care about Easter.

[retropolis]

I observe it. Not, um, strictly. I never particularly enjoyed going to Church that much.

[waiting]

Why's that?

[retropolis]

Well, it's not a particularly warm or welcoming way to spend a morning.

[waiting]

Depends on the church, I guess. But that doesn't make much of a difference when you're a kid.

Your folks were religious?

[retropolis]

Not very, only enough that we usually got up early on Sundays. You know how it is -- they didn't want the neighbors to think we were strange, so I got used to it. [ He pauses, then, in a more sheepish tone: ] I haven't actually gone in years.