VOICE || Terran calendars 101

[kicksomegrass]

Okay. [ There's no preamble, no introduction. Just Rocket's unmistakable voice, sounding as irritated as ever. ] I thought I had a pretty good handle on the way you Terrans did your calendar. Earth rotates around its axis: day. Earth rotates around the sun: year. Pretty standard. All the stuff in between is chopped up inta arbitrary "months" that don't make much sense, but hey, ya stick on every wall and on the communicators so at least I can kinda keep track.

It ain't perfect. Kind of annoying, but I don't expect a whole lot from you Terrans anyway.

That said, how the hell did I end up missin' a month and a half?

Last I looked it was all trees and snow and... "kris-mas". [ The air quotes are practically audible. ] Now it's all red and pink and... and kinda an assault on the senses, honestly. What is with you people? Somebody fill me in here.

[ There's a bit of a pause, and he seems to be ending it there. Until, as an afterthought, he adds: ]

Quill, you better still have my stuff or I'm gonna kick your ass.

Comments

[kicksomegrass]

I dunno. My experience is kinda limited.

[stealwithit]

Oh, man. Yeah, they probably didn't have too many flavors out in space, huh? Well, get ready to try some crazy flavors now that you're back on Earth, my friend.

[kicksomegrass]

I dunno what they've got out in space, actually. I never had ice cream before I came here.

[stealwithit]

That's... Really cute.

[ like, okay, the mental imagery of rocket with an ice cream cone that is taller than his head... ]

Sounds like Peter needs to take you out for some frozen treats. What about milkshakes? Have you tried those? I've heard they're good too.

[kicksomegrass]

Milkshake? Is it related to ice cream?

[stealwithit]

Sure is. It's ice cream blended together with milk, basically. Like ice cream in drink form...?

[ kasumi has no firsthand idea or experience. she's only ever seen other people drink the stuff. ]

[kicksomegrass]

Sounds like it wouldn’t be bad.

[ You can practically hear the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out a way to make Quill buy him a milkshake. ]

Speakin’ of drinks, someone told me the next big holiday has green beer.

[stealwithit]

A lot of people seem to enjoy them, so I'd bet that they're good. Also, ice cream also comes in the form of sandwiches, can be deep-fried, made into cakes... you're in for a whole lot of exploring. Let me know how all of that goes when you try it.

[ And then there's a beat, because... is green beer supposed to be strange or festive... oh, right. Alcohol does not ordinarily come in green in this day and age. Also, St. Patrick's Day. ]

Ah, right. Good old St. Patrick's Day. If red and pink are Valentine's Day colors, everything turns green and Irish for St. Patty's day. It'll be fun!

[kicksomegrass]

You're blowin' my mind, Goto. I'm gonna need to start taking notes.

[ Yeah, it didn't really seem like something special to him either, but apparently it's a novelty ]

... What's "eye-rich"?

[stealwithit]

--Oh. They're a specific ethnicity of humans from a country called Ireland here on Earth. Really cute accents.

[ She would like to point out a specific example of an Irish person that Rocket might know or could look up or something, but nothing really comes to mind. ]

... Quill is probably, like, one-sixteenth Irish or something?

[kicksomegrass]

I'll just have to take your word for that, Goto.

[ his tone suggests he is extremely uninterested in Irish people or Quill's heritage. (Definitely the former, at least.) ]

[stealwithit]

Anyway, everything turns green on St. Patrick's Day to celebrate Irish culture... or something to that effect.

Mostly people just use it as an excuse to wear green everything and get really drunk.

[kicksomegrass]

I can sure as hell get behind that last part, at least.

[stealwithit]

You and me both. I mean, I don't think people really need a holiday as an excuse to get drunk, but...

[kicksomegrass]

Nobody needs an excuse, but sometimes it’s nice to have one.

[stealwithit]

So, how much can you drink anyway? I feel like you'd surprise me with just how much.

[kicksomegrass]

That’s a secret, Goto. [ Which means he can put away more than a creature his size should be able to, thanks to his augments, but comparatively he’s still a total lightweight. ]

[stealwithit]

So what I'm getting here is that I need to take you out for drinks to find out.

[kicksomegrass]

Hey, if you're payin', I won't say no.

[stealwithit]

--I suddenly have the feeling that I maybe shouldn't offer to cover it, in case you secretly outdrink all of us.

[ what if that's one of his superpowers?! ]

[kicksomegrass]

C'mon, Goto. Where's your sense of adventure?

[stealwithit]

Oh, I've got plenty. Trust me.

It's my sense of financial responsibility you have to worry about, here.