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

[exceptfebruary]

Why would you want to kill your foe? Their death-date would be the death-date of your career.

[butterflyforawhiteguy]

[ He scoffs. ] Of course I don't actually want to kill him, but if he knows that, it takes the fun out of the whole thing for everyone.

[exceptfebruary]

True. One must keep up pretenses.

[butterflyforawhiteguy]

See, you get it. Though, on the bright side, if you do manage kill your rival, the Guild can set you up with someone else. Sure, maybe they don't "like encouraging that sort of behavior", but that's what they get for trying to set me up with someone as far below my standing as a villain as Doctor fucking Dugong.

[ Yeah he totally killed a man-atee once. It wasn't a high point in his life. ]

[exceptfebruary]

How organized. [ Julian approves. Julian always approves of organization. Even if he wouldn't kill Batman, because he wouldn't kill anyone. He wonders if they schedule things too. Mmmm, schedules. ]

But wouldn't making a match remove the personal aspect of it?