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?

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[mischiefsmith]

This giving of thanks? I thought it had devolved into something less auspicious and more profitable?

[He's seen all of those YouTube video of the Thanksgiving, pre-Black Friday mayhem mortals indulge in. It's fun to watch, regardless.]

We do not celebrate this moral day of feasts on Asgard, not that it would sto us from feasting on any given occasion. We do have other Holidays, Lammas would be the closest to a thanksgiving event, but it has already passed.

[exceptfebruary]

Capitalism always sticks its crooked fingers into the calendar, choking the meaning out.

[ Someone is evidently bitter. But he quickly smooths out his tone. ]

Lammas. In August. Yes, long since passed. Will you be celebrating Yule, then?

[mischiefsmith]

Yes and I believe that there is something intrinsically wrong with that. Someone needs to do something!

[Loki will gladly stoke those fires.]

I find it very unlikely as no one else celebrates the holiday, twas the precurser to Christmas before it was perverted...but who am I to say anything. You would think mortals would enjoy 12 days of family, feasting, gifts, and dancing. Instead it's been wheedled down to one day...they enjoy torturing themselves.

[exceptfebruary]

Few even celebrate the twelve days of Christmas, all that remains is a song. But some do celebrate Yule. Pagans. Witches. Perhaps you could find companionship with them.

[ He hums to himself, musing. Someone needs to do something. ]

Twelve days. One can do a lot twelve days.

[mischiefsmith]

Or twelve days of Yule even. I'll have to pass, it isn't terribly important to me, I haven't found enjoyment in the holiday in a very long time.

[Especially when he's often greeted with punches as gifts throughout the season.]

One can do a great many things with twelve days, I agree.

[exceptfebruary]

There aren't any that you would like to reclaim? You do not have to dismiss the holidays. You can make them work for you.

[mischiefsmith]

I haven't any particularly fond memories attached to the holidays, but it would be remiss of me not to acknowledge them in some manner, even if it means causing a bit of mischief.