Sixty Third Sip

[mal_addict]

[Maladict has been mostly ignoring the pie mess of yesterday. She doesn't really eat, and she's always got a good supply of coffee, so she just left people complain as they always do. Still, it's got her thinking]

Back home, tomorrow is Samedi Nuit Mort. It translates to 'Saturday Night Dead'. It's one of those holidays the zombies have taken as their own. Something happened in Genua with all that, I believe. I wasn't there, but that's not my point.

[She taps the journal, somewhat impatient as she gets to that illusive point]

I can count on one hand the amount of times this castle has celebrated a holiday from a world other than Earth. And, yes I am aware that Earth is the highest population of residents here, but when you get a holiday all about maths or...pie I'm a little confused as to which one it is, you have to admit it's a little ridiculous.

Comments

[gottaknockhard]

We don't really have anyone representing for the zombies, do we?

[Spike doesn't actually know... much about them at all.]

[i_got_this]

so if you want a home holiday so bad, why not throw it yourself?

[mal_addict]

Not that I've seen.

There was one here a while ago, he was some kind of detective.

[mal_addict]

It won't be the same as the castle obliging, now will it?

[rightchoices]

Failing to see why we should acknowledge a zombie holiday at all.

[i_got_this]

Well, what if the castle doesn't know any better? You ever thought about teaching it something? [Personally South was all about teaching it lessons with high explosives, but they were hard to come by around here.]

[mal_addict]

...


Oh this should be good. Please, do, explain to me how I should teach something to the sentient castle.

[mal_addict]

The zombies would disagree with you there.

They've got a big thing going at the moment about undead rights.

[gottaknockhard]

... I must have missed that one.

[mal_addict]

He didn't say much. Kept to himself, you know?

He didn't even have a name.

[i_got_this]

Jesus, it's not that difficult; safe to say this place sees everything we're doing, just throw the holiday and maybe if you're lucky it will remember for next year. Or, I don't know, just make out a calender and mark it with important days. Who knows.

[gottaknockhard]

Maybe he just forgot it. [Rotting brains or something. He has a vague idea of what the movies were like.]

[mal_addict]

Seems like that was the case. I imagine you lose a few things...between dying and being brought back.

[mal_addict]

Oh yes.

I shall throw a holiday for myself.

That won't look sad or pathetic at all.

[gottaknockhard]

[. . .]

That makes sense.

[i_got_this]

Or, you know, you could invite your friend.

Unless you don't have any, in which case, ha! Sucks to be you!

[mal_addict]

I'm only guessing of course. We may share 'undead' status back home, but zombies and vampires are very different.

[mal_addict]

...

Are you drunk? Because you're making very little sense here.

[gottaknockhard]

[Focusing on that part, yeah.]

Different holidays for one.

[i_got_this]

No ... but that's not a bad idea.

[mal_addict]

...Yeaaaah, you knock yourself out with that, you odd little...whatever you are.

[mal_addict]

Well, yes. But they develop different. You can be born a vampire, you can't be born a zombie.

[i_got_this]

Human, duh.

[gottaknockhard]

Must be rough to be born undead.

[mal_addict]

...Well, that explains a lot.