Nepeta: Ponder.

[rogueofheart]

[There's a troll in the dungeon! parlor. For now she's just sitting sideways in a chair with her legs dangling over the arm, flipping through the journal and watching anyone who happens to be in there. A thought comes to mind, and immediately she begins to dictate.]

I've been thinking. How come we don't get to grow up here? You know, like get taller and stuff. It just seems weird beclaws in our minds we get older but we don't look any different.

Even if some of us don't get to grow up back home, Purradisa should be different. I guess it's not so bad that I'm still sort of small and it helps for hunting and tracking, but I am seven--almost eight sweeps old! You wouldn't look at a six sweep old troll and think they look the same as an eight sweep old troll.

What's that fur humans again...? It's like a human that is 13 years and a human that is sixteen. Or is it seventeen? The point is there is a difference. I don't know, it's weird!

Comments

dictated;

[thiefoflight]

Oh my god, why do you always ramble about stupid shit? It's like Nepeta's Monthly Column of Random Thoughts!

ditto!

[rogueofheart]

It's not stupid! Do you mean to say that you have never thought about that? At all?

[thiefoflight]

Maybe if it were one of those times I got into the sopor! [Ah, memories.]

[rogueofheart]

[It sure was fun--wait no it's bad!]

So you are fine with just staying the way you are furever?

[thiefoflight]

Of course not! I don't want to keep being passed off as "one of those kids" in the castle. Not that being their version of sixteen or seventeen is any better, but hey, if I'm going to be stuck here for multiple sweeps, I'd at least want to know what it's like to grow up as an adult troll.

[rogueofheart]

Yeah, that is what I was saying! So it's not dumb after all beclaws you agree.

[thiefoflight]

I agree, but it's kind of dumb to be all, "Hey everyone who wants to listen! Here is a random thought I was mew-sing about! Hurr durr meow!"

[rogueofheart]

...You know, I can't be mad at you when that was such a purrfect pun.

[thiefoflight]

I was making fun of you, dork!

[rogueofheart]

I know! But it made me furgive you.

[dictated]

[fearbringer]

And here's yet another thing you neglected to mention to me.

[Not that aging matters to Pitch. He's just being pedantic.]

How many months are in a sweep?

ditto!

[rogueofheart]

Really? [She's really trying to remember all that she told him.] Oh. Well, that's a thing, too! You know, to be fair it is really hard to remember every little detail in one conversation.

Anyway, a sweep is twenty-six months long.

ditto!

[fearbringer]

So tell me in more than one conversation. It's that simple.

You're about seventeen.

[rogueofheart]

I think it's closer to sixteen but yes. I only look younger beclaws I was about thirteen human years when I first arrived here.

[fearbringer]

If you do the math, eight sweeps is two hundred and eight months, which is a bit over seventeen years. If you're nearly eight sweeps, then you're definitely older than sixteen.

Unless months work differently where you come from. That's certainly a possibility.

[rogueofheart]

[Oh no, it's devolving into a math discussion! She thought she wasn't going to have to use math ever without Equius around.]

No, they don't... hold on.

[She begins to scribble numbers all around the paper, working at the math. This is probably not what Pitch signed up for in this conversation but now she wants to get the facts straight, even if it proves she was rounding her age up a bit to sound older.]



So I'm actually... about seven and a half solar sweeps, or sixteen human years.

[fearbringer]

[Pitch doesn't even care; he's 100x better at math than his player not so bad at math.]

That's a bit different from almost eight.

[But kids do tend to round up their ages so he's not that surprised.]

[rogueofheart]

[Said a bit sheepishly]

It's almost almost eight sweeps.

[fearbringer]

Oh, almost almost. Well, that changes everything.

[rogueofheart]

The whole point is, I should look older and I don't, and that really stinks. I know time isn't supposed to move or whatever, but people still catch colds or grow their hair, so it doesn't make sense.

Maybe Vriska's right and I'm just thinking about dumb things.

dictated;

[both_neither]

I guess it stands to reason, if people say time is standing still for us back home, that it's the same for us here. Like it's just us that someone hit the pause button on...

ditto!

[rogueofheart]

But what about the people who come from the past, and then have friends who come from the future? Obviously time did not really stand still, it kept moving forward to be able to pick people from different points in time. So what is stopping Purradisa from moving time forward here and just putting us back where we left off?

[both_neither]

I think of more as all of time existing already and the castle standing outside of, picking people from different spots like...clothes on a clothesline.

It probably could do that, but maybe it doesn't want to?

[rogueofheart]

Purradisa sure is fickle. Maybe it doesn't want to risk anything going wrong or creating doomed timelines if it forgets to put someone back where they belong or putting them back different from when they left. That could happen, too.

[both_neither]

If you believe the castle can make mistakes.