removeimpurity | Fourth Incision [Video/Action; Backdated to July 15]

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Fourth Incision [Video/Action; Backdated to July 15]

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[The feed clicks on that Sunday with a thoughtful looking Syre, a cup of juice on the table beside her.]

I've a question for you all, if it would not trouble you to ask. [Here she is silent a moment, taking a sip of her drink before continuing.] And do pardon the interruptions -- I've only just risen from my sleep, you see.

Anyway, back to my point... I have been wondering for a while about the concept of time here in Luceti. I notice that the hours here are not nearly as short, but there are also not as many of them in a day.

What I mean to say is... how exactly does time differ in this world from my own? Because, if the date on this journal is to be believed, today marks the anniversary of my coming into existence.

[Another pause, another sip of her juice, and then she continues again.] To be plain, it would be my birthday today.

... I suppose this means I'll need to make the proper arrangements for some sort of celebration, even if it is for myself.

[And with that (and a faint, amused smile), she shuts off the feed.]

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[Not too long after that post, Syre is out and about in the village, bag in hand as she's perusing the shops. A few pastries here, some vegetables there -- she's going to be celebrating with a bit of dinner tonight.]

[Later on, she'll be at the library, looking around for a few cookbooks -- because what are ingredients without something to put them into? She's not going for anything horribly fancy, but if something catches her eye, she'll be copying it down.]

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It's your birthday, huh? Happy birthday, then.

Thank you, Orphen.

[...then, in a hushed murmur:] ...though I don't know how old I am here, technically. I'll need to find a mathematician to help me...

Don't think I can help you there, but a birthday's still a birthday.

It seems to keep the same time as my world.

Sixty seconds to a minute, sixty minutes to an hour, twenty-four hours to a day.

[Off in the margin, Syre pens out a few calculations before responding.]

In my world, it's sixty seconds to a minute, but 45 minutes to an hour and 48 hours in a day.

How curious.

Does your day follow the same cycle? The sun shines longer or the moon's out more? Or are there two cycles a day?

[This place has reawakened a natural curiosity previously solely channelled into battle and death.

With a different upbringing, she'd have made a fine academic.]

Since our sky holds two suns, I'd like to say that roughly two-thirds of our days are daylight hours.

The only time this differs is near the frosts, when the days do shorten somewhat; even then, I believe that the nights and days are of equal length.

[ It's your birthday Syre and you haven't had cake yet?! Oh well this will just not do! Helios' voice on his end is rather chipper when he responds. ] Happy Birthday! I suppose this calls for a celebration, hm?

[Oh, Helios. You never cease to make her day!]

[Syre laughs -- a genuinely amused sound, for once -- before she replies.]

Thank you, Helios! [There's the sound of a glass being lifted and, moments later, lowered again. Apparently, she's having something to eat.] What sort of celebration did you have in mind? I was going to cook up a modest dinner for myself, but it would be much more enjoyable if I had some company!

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[ That's a nice thing to hear from her, given their previous encounters being less than...happy or jovial. ] Oh you're quite welcome.

[ A smile in his voice as he replies. There's a small scoff then at her reply. ] Cooking dinner for yourself? Oh heaven's no! We can't have that! N-No one should have to cook dinner for themselves on their birthday. Perhaps I can offer up some assistance and make you a small cake, hm? [ Despite their shaky moments thus far Helios honestly thinks this could help them both. Syre isn't a very well known acquaintance, true, but some one celebrating their birthday alone just won't do. ]

A cake? ... [Pardon her while she sounds a bit dumbstruck. She hasn't had a proper birthday celebration in... ...decades. The prospect of someone else making her food is a little hard to wrap her mind around at this moment.]

A cake! Brilliant idea, Helios! I don't know how that slipped my mind...

Well then! Where shall we meet up in order to begin our marvelously sweet dessert adventure?

Everyone deserves one on their birthday, really. It-it's not that brilliant an idea. [ Not brilliant not at all. Helios sounds chipper on his end at least. A nice little celebration would be good. ]

Hm. Perhaps you could meet me in the shop? I-I can make you whatever kind of cake you like.

Right, the shop it is. I'll be there in a bit, then!

[The voice feed clicks off immediately after that.]

[Sometime later, Syre is outside of the grocery shop, her bag hung on her arm. In contrast to her mood from the last time they met, she seems cheerful, a smile on her face as she waits.]

[ Helios will arrive, from the library, a short time later. He looks chipper, happy even, as he makes his way towards Syre. He'll give a wave of his hand as he greets her. ] Syre! I-I hope you were waiting long. Shall we?

[ He'll just hold the door open for her then. ]

Haven't been waiting long at all! In fact, I just got here not too long ago.

[Syre just strolls right on in, beaming eagerly. She shifts her bag on her arm, looking around a moment.]

So, what are we getting?

Ah good, good. I got a bit held up back at the library so I apologize for that.

[ Helios will close the door behind him as he looks around at the selections of cake mixes and frosting provided. ] Well it depends on what kind of cake you'd like. There's vanilla, chocolate, red velvet, ones with sprinkles in it too...

[ So many options. ]

It's all right, really! I didn't want to inconvenience you.

[As he's describing the myriad choices of cakes for her, the phrase "red velvet" catches her ears. Isn't velvet a fabric? Why would she eat it?]

...this "red velvet" cake. What is it, exactly? [She prays that it's not literally a fabric cake.]

[ Helios chuckles and waves his hand at that. It was certainly no inconvenience to him at all. ]

It's rather good. It has...buttermilk, butter, flour, cocoa, and red food coloring to give it its name. [ There is no velvet in this cake Syre, have no fear! ] Cream cheese frosting is typically used for it as well.

That... that sounds amazingly delicious.

[Her eyes seem to almost light up with anticipation. Helios! SHE MUST HAVE THIS CAKE.]

I assume it won't take long to make?

[ Helios smiles. Well that settles which one! Helios shakes his head as he grabs up the ingredients needed for that specific cake. ] You can help with it, if you like. It shouldn't take too long though, no.

Oh, I'd love to!

[And just so that they're not ONLY eating cake, Syre grabs a some vegetables, rice, and some cuts of meat -- this is going to be the best birthday dinner she's ever made, so help her!]

Will we be making it at my place, or at yours?

[ Helios smile broadens a little more at that. He looks back at Syre and then at the acquired foodstuffs. ] We can go to your place, if you'd like. I'll also be cooking you dinner.

[ Because, really, what birthday person cooks their own dinner? It's just not right! ] And I won't take no for an answer. You should just relax and let me, ah, do the cooking.

But -- But I --

[Oh, dammit Helios, she's not used to having friends that do things for her!]

[And one last attempt at protest:]

Y-You know you don't have to, right? [This is a tiny bit embarrassing.]

[ Helios shakes his head and gives a light 'tsk' noise. ] But I want to. It's your birthday, you shouldn't have to make your own food and whatnot! I promise that I'll make everything the way you like it.

[ But she can still help with the cake. ]

[Helios. Why do you make her feel like a scolded child.]

[She sighs, shifting the bag of other foodstuffs on her arm.]

Fine... ...but we'll need to head back to the library so I can copy down some recipes I found earlier, from a book that seemed to be from my world.

[And here she takes a few fruits and shuffles them into her bag.]

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[action] | ALL OF THE LATE.

[action] | ALL OF THE LATE INDEED!

[action] | BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE IT'S WORTH IIIIIIIIIIIIT

[action] | SO WORTH IT!

[action] | For the record, I really want red velvet cake ;_;

[action] | Me too ;__;

[action] | ;__; Curse the fact that my oven's busted!

[action] | :C /makes you some and mails it

[action] | C: Yesssss