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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[nostalgiabomb]

[ his expression pinches. ]

Yeah, yeah, rub it in. At least you got to bail.

[kicksomegrass]

You were there, ya know. Back home.

So knowin' you never actually left this place just adds to the weirdness.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He puffs air out between his teeth, the sound derisive. ]

You're tellin' me.

[ His expression sours further. ]

Did I tell you I've been here a year? Goto pointed it out the other day. A year wasted in this stupid place.