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[thirtybits]

It's starting to get cold. I heard the power was out for a long time last winter, so I'm trying to make things like gloves and scarves. If anyone in particular wants some, please let me know. Also, if there's anyone who could make cloaks or something else like that, it would be a good idea to do that.

I might as well say it now too, November 30th is Saint Andrew's Day, and I'd like to try to observe it. Assuming nothing prevents it from happening, I'll be preparing a feast on floor 25 on that day. Everyone's welcome to it.

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[tempus_scorpius]

I see. [Sounded sort of stupid though somehow...]

The first time you're around for it? Why? You haven't celebrated this before then, even back in your own world?

[thirtybits]

I was away.

[That's about all he can think of to explain, short of actually saying 'I was in Hell'.]

[tempus_scorpius]

Away?

This is a recent festival in your world then? [For surely you couldn't be away for all of them...]

[thirtybits]

I think it's about a thousand years old.

[tempus_scorpius]

... a thousand years...? But how...?

How old are you?

[thirtybits]

Two thousand and something.

[He thinks about it for a minute.]

Two thousand and fifteen.

[tempus_scorpius]

... [just staring]

... how?

[thirtybits]

Aha, well... [he scratches his head.] I had a short life, actually, but then there was the afterlife?

[tempus_scorpius]

You... you mean you're a ghost...??