It's The Most Horrible Time Of The Year

[lovesuwithknives]

The Plaza is all kinds of festive, and Azwel wanders about the place looking confused--what's with all this greenery and baubles and lights? The music? Is this not the end of the year?

Eventually he stops, having a seat on one of the sofas. "This is a confusing place. Does this mean that there are worlds in which Christians do not form mobs, hunting down Jews and anyone else who isn't like them who might get in the way?" There's an odd kind of hope in his voice.

He watches someone jog by with a collection of shopping bags.

"Also, why are people scrambling to buy gifts?" He sits back, getting comfortable. "To be honest, I'd like to know others' opinions on this."

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[lovesuwithknives]

He blinks. "That is far in the future. It makes one giddy just thinking of it--the cusp of the next millennium! It does please me to know the human race has lasted this long!"

[thissideonly]

"We had our massive blunders, but humanity managed to reach there."

"Hey, careful with the ingredients," the other one chastised as he tried to re-balance the box in the other's arms. "Food is also important in these holidays! We're gonna try and bake this recipe we found, and our friends here in the Nexus are gonna pitch in and when the inevitable party starts, well, we're gonna help making the feast!"

"There's no harm in joining. Everyone's invited."

[lovesuwithknives]

He blinks. "The inevitable party?" Oh, Azwel, eventually you'll learn that many many things are inevitable in this place, and parties are just the best of the list.