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[heroxide]

[The video flickers on upside-down for a moment before Spike flips it over after a little squinting. He looks pretty annoyed, slightly tired, and sort of disappointed with everything in general.]

Alright. I have a little question for you all, in case anyone knows for sure.

Does the sun in this godforsaken place ever come fully out at all? I hope it does. Because if this is really a whole new world, then I've finally found a place where the sun doesn't immediately set me on fire if I step into it. Or that's how it should work, anyway, I think. But then if it turns out that the sun barely shows up anyway... what good does that do?

[He makes a disgusted sound and waves a hand.] That would really make my day, wouldn't it. If it honestly is just all rain and gloom every day, that's another thing to strike out while I'm searching for one single redeeming quality that this bloody place has. That search is getting old very quickly, as a side-note.

Anyone have an answer?

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[heroxide]

[Shakes his head at her but doesn't bother correcting her about anything.]

I'm not much of a dancer.

[ensorceler]

How do you express your joy, then?

[heroxide]

Smiling. Laughing. Dancing, though-- not really.

[ensorceler]

Mayhap you have been poorly taught, and that can easily be remedied. But I would strike no qualm with laughter or smiles. What of poetry, or music?

[heroxide]

Poetry and music are fine. What's so wrong about myself "striking a qualm" with dancing? It's just not a preference of mine.

[ensorceler]

There is nothing wrong at all, sir. [ LIES AND UNTRUTHS. ] I meant no offense; the song and dance are great loves of mine, is all I may confess.

But there is much to be said for a walk in the rain.

[heroxide]

[S...stares at her for a moment.]]

When are you from, exactly?

[ensorceler]

[ She doesn't just run around asking all the weirdos she runs into that! Although maybe she should start, since she always wonders. Like this one... ]

It is 1526, in the year of our Lord. Might I ask the same of you?

[heroxide]

[Whistles.]

1850-ish. Or 2004, depending on who you ask.

[ensorceler]

...Depending?

[ Curiosity piqued. ]

In either case, you are far ahead of me in the ways of the world. You might yet teach.

[heroxide]

Yeah, depending. Do you mean when I was born, or what year it is right now at home?

[Shakes his head when she mentions teaching.] Don't think so.

[ensorceler]

[ Why would she be asking when he was born, gosh! ]

I... Are you suggesting to me that you have lived for over a century?