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.

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[exceptfebruary]

[ Why does everyone laugh? He sounds even more insulted. ] I am an expert on the calendar, and I help people see the meanings in it by any means necessary. Sometimes that is verbal. Sometimes not.

[kicksomegrass]

[ There’s another pause from Rocket, though this one is weightier than the last. The humor seems to vanish from his tone instantly. ] That a threat?

[exceptfebruary]

It could be.

[kicksomegrass]

Bring it on, asshole. I’m pretty sure I can take a guy named Calendar Man.

[exceptfebruary]

I wouldn't underestimate me. Or what I can do.

[kicksomegrass]

What are you gonna do? Recite dates at me? I'm real scared.

[exceptfebruary]

I do more than know dates. Soon my name will be known, and then you will see. I'll make sure of it.