Day 6 | Voice | FORWARD-DATED TO TOMORROW

[exceptfebruary]

Once, Thanksgiving was celebrated by proclamation. This nation was called to give thanks, to celebrate.

It transformed into tradition. Then an annual holiday. Now it is commonplace.

[ He pauses, purposefully. His voice is soft and calm. ]

We've been taken from our worlds. Our homes. Our times. I have been here for ten months, two weeks and four days. Some of you have been here for years. Others, much less.

In that time, is there anything in this world you are thankful for? People. Places. Things. Or perhaps thankful to be here. Or maybe you're not thankful at all. Maybe everything you're thankful for has been ripped away from you.

Regardless. Today is a day to give thanks. So tell me. What are you thankful for?

Comments

[aggressiveapathy]

....what?

[exceptfebruary]

...Did you mean something else?

[aggressiveapathy]

The April that was? Are you from a Christmas Carol or something?

[exceptfebruary]

It's still Thanksgiving. I'm not looking towards Christmas yet.

[ He would totally reenact the Christmas Carol if he could, though. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

Yeah. So there's just April here. April from other world can go to hell.

[exceptfebruary]

You wouldn't go back if you could?

[ He's impassive, asking more to clarify than in disbelief. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

No. It's not going back. That world is still going. It's just not existing anymore.

And my life is pretty awesome. I have a dog and raccoon army.

[exceptfebruary]

One could do many things with a dog and raccoon army.

[ He's not even being facetious. He's Seen Some Shit, yo. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

And they're only here. Nothing to cry about.

[exceptfebruary]

True. There are some things in this world I myself would hate to give up.

[aggressiveapathy]

That it's not Gotham?

[exceptfebruary]

No. Gotham is my home. [ The "for better or for worse, mostly worse" is implied. ]

[aggressiveapathy]

So name it. I showed you mine.

Private;

[exceptfebruary]

[ The only indication of his hesitation is that he switches this to private. ]

The Calendar Man was being forgotten. No. Worse. Left behind.

Here I have made a name for myself again. Here I matter. People remember me. Some even appreciate me.

private

[aggressiveapathy]

People that don't get how boring monthly murders are haven't been around long enough.

private

[exceptfebruary]

Murder is so crass. What I do is art.

permaprivate

[aggressiveapathy]

Mm. I accept that. But come on. Disney?

I thought there were standards.

[ in which stacey forgets if his involvement is known or now, pls feel free to say no :| ]

[exceptfebruary]

[ He got arrested and junk it's probably safe to say word's gotten around! ]

It was Scarecrow's idea. And it's his holiday. I let him decide.

[aggressiveapathy]

All the holidays are yours. Don't lower standards for pretty faces.

[exceptfebruary]

You're correct. All holidays are mine. [ He sounds surprised that she would acknowledge it.

Then he sniffs. ] It wasn't because of his face, pretty or not.

[aggressiveapathy]

He wrote poetry? Threatened to come over for Thanksgiving?

[exceptfebruary]

The Scarecrow deals with fear. And of all the dates in the year, what better day for it then Halloween? The last Halloween I celebrated was also with him -- his other self -- in the City. This year he invited me, and it seemed like... tradition.

[aggressiveapathy]

Oh god. Gotham's going on outings.

[exceptfebruary]

You make it sound pedestrian.