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Jul. 21st, 2016 09:04 amThere's no use, is there, in trying to sort out how time works in Milliways: in how it can have been a year and not a year; how time can continue at one pace here and another out there; how Madam Bar knows to mark dates that don't quite align in the timestream of Milliways and that of the world.
Which is to say, when Henry Percy sits down at the Bar this morning, a little cupcake appears before him-- yellow cake, with a blue sugar diamond on the top. And on the napkin beneath, the date is written, very small, in the corner-- Bar perhaps having (correctly) guessed that Harry is not the type to take a careful note of the days.
But this is a date he knows well. Even before the battle, he thought to mark it-- he knew, come what may, it would be a day upon which others would turn, an occasion worth marking, for good or ill. It hadn't quite occurred to him, somehow, that he would not live through it to mark it.
It's the anniversary of the Battle of Shrewsbury.
[ooc: more or less instant slowtimes, but i wanted to get something up!]
Which is to say, when Henry Percy sits down at the Bar this morning, a little cupcake appears before him-- yellow cake, with a blue sugar diamond on the top. And on the napkin beneath, the date is written, very small, in the corner-- Bar perhaps having (correctly) guessed that Harry is not the type to take a careful note of the days.
But this is a date he knows well. Even before the battle, he thought to mark it-- he knew, come what may, it would be a day upon which others would turn, an occasion worth marking, for good or ill. It hadn't quite occurred to him, somehow, that he would not live through it to mark it.
It's the anniversary of the Battle of Shrewsbury.
[ooc: more or less instant slowtimes, but i wanted to get something up!]

