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[vorrutyer]

[ Byerly is on screen, looking pained and unhappy. ]

Nom de Dieu, I'm bored. Let's start some gossip.

Tell me - this question goes out to everyone - who's the worst person here? Or if that doesn't work, tell me who you like best. Or - mm - at least tell me who you've been secretly eyeing. Or just make up a salacious rumor, I don't care, just tell me something fun.

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[impavid]

[ Jiggly scenery? Really? ]

I'm not familiar with the seasons here. How long does winter last?

[vorrutyer]

Seems to roughly follow Terran year-cycles. Approximately five months or so. If months mean anything to you, that is.

[impavid]

[ #Actually, that depends on the calendar they're using and the --

Pick your battles, John. ]

I have a rough idea. So where are we in the seasonal mark?

[vorrutyer]

Springtime. The time of resurrection. When all the old witch-women's muttered spells to bring back life have finally paid off.

[impavid]

[ I mean, thanks for the poetic description but -- ]

Recently? I'm trying to judge how long I have to take advantage of it before the snow storms start again.

[vorrutyer]

Quite recently. We have perhaps another 4 months of warmth, if I'm not mistaken. If you want me to prognosticate with any more precision, you'll have to buy me some tea.

[impavid]

Well I came here for gossip, not a weather report, and so far it's very disappointing.

[vorrutyer]

Pushy, pushy. My qualm is simply that I don't know if you can be trusted with anything truly juicy.

[impavid]

You don't know if *I* can be trusted?

[ Says the guy asking the El Nysa equivalent of the internet. Wow. ]