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Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Video to all
Action: On the Bishop
When: Now!

[When the video starts, Nightingale is just facing the camera, sitting in her room. Her fox is circling her, like it's demanding attention, but she's just ignoring it. Notably, the fox is also wearing a little purple party hat.]

So... As of yesterday, I've been here for a year.

[She pauses for a minute.]

A year by my world's calendar, not Earth's. Earth's calendar is stupid.

Anyway, when you factor in the time I spent at my last interdimensional shithole, it's been about a year and a half since I've been home. I know there's a lot of people here who have been gone a lot longer than I have, but... The homesickness just doesn't get much easier, does it? I'm even starting to miss the shitty fast food place right near my place.

Shit, I'm even starting to miss the last interdimensional shithole. At least there we had a purpose, even if the place sucked. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that we're not having half the people here getting killed once a week, but... There's no goal here. We just try to get nebulous 'ratings' to win at a completely unknown 'end'. We're being fucked with constantly, and...

[She has to take a moment before she continues, taking a deep breath. Then she lifts the camera, turning it around, to show a large crate on the ground, opened. There are: A large pile of party hats and poppers, several rubber snakes and small stuffed birds, and below that, quite a large number of what look to be glass bottles. (Of course, every single thing is purple.)]

That got a lot more depressing than I meant it to. Anyway, since I've been here for a year, I got this from the 'sponsors'? The drinks taste like shit, but they're strong, so... If you want to get nostalgic and talk about your homes or whatever and try to be less homesick, or if you just want to get smashed, I guess, party on the Bishop. Everyone's invited, and people from that shitty castle have drinks reserved already.

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I thought you would have said six months with that trend. Or at least something divisible by six.

What? No. That would be weird.

Yeah? But everything else has six in it or is divisible by six.

The greater moon is full ten times in a year, so there's ten months in a year. It's not like there's something special about six.

Oh! If that's the case that makes much more sense! Going by a moon is a good way to do it!

[Vash is just amused by the concept of time. Why not count the 11th time the moon is full? It's so subjective it is always interesting to see the way each culture breaks up their increments of time.]

Still, you should make the most of that stuff they gave you! Have some fun!

I'm trapped with two ponies intent on making this a real party.

I'm going to make the most of it by getting too smashed to remember whatever's about to happen.

[Vash's head tips back in laughter at the picture of that in his mind.] That sure is one way to deal with it. But I say let them have a bit of fun. They will probably have a good time setting something up for you and we can always use a bit more fun around the place.

I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't do fun. Or good times. Or parties.

Aw, everyone needs a bit of fun in there life. What do you enjoy doing then?

... Solving puzzles? Killing monsters?

Hmmm... puzzles. [As he's not going to help with the monster killing.] I'm assuming ones a bit harder than cross word puzzles.

... A bit, yes.

[no one understands my rpg life :(]

Hmmm.

[Vash is quiet for a moment in thought.] I'm not great at sudden puzzles, but ah, oh. What about a scavenger hunt of sorts? I'd write up clues and you have to figure out the answer and go to the location.

That sort of puzzle? [He's trying hard to think of something she might enjoy doing to celebrate. He's just not sure how.]

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