dontgiveafock | [ 008 ] [ Video ] HAPPY ST PATTIES DAY!!

The video kicks in to the Keep's resident Irishman, clad in green cap, clothes and somewhat drunken grin. He's... been at it for a while now.]

Three things happenin' in close quarters, boys an' girls.

[He holds up his fingers to indicate three, and puts one down with each point mentioned.]

March fifteen. S'my fockin' birthday. That's why I ain't been in the kitchen lately.

[Also why he was incredibly drunk that day.]

March sixteen? M'twin brothers birthday. Seany and I were born a few minutes apart, me on one side of midnight, and m'little brother on the other. Both days we celebrate as our own.

[...Yeah he was drunk that day too. Joe holds up his index finger to indicate his final point, pausing only to down a swig of his drink.]

March Seventeen, today. Saint Patrick's Day.

[Joe chuckles.]

M'gonna be drinkin' fer this one too. Irish traditions an' all. The lot of ye need to go get yer drink on as well. M'in the Stable Tower Tavern if y'want to stop by! If m'not there, try the guard tower or the bonfire. I'll be somewhere, and you can bet I'll be drinkin'.

Erin go Bragh!

[He raises his cup in a toast before downing a hearty portion of his drink. Joe's final words translate across the journals as "Ireland Forever".]

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[And Ryn's drawn in by both the accent and that last bit.]

Lá Breithe Shona dhaoibh. Beannachtam na Feile Padraig.

[Her words translate roughly as 'Happy Birthday to the both of you', and 'Happy Saint Patrick's Day'.]

I'll be joining you, like as not. Can't be seen not drinking today.

[Joe sure as hell wasn't expecting that.]

Aon bhealach. Dtuigeann tú?

['No way. You understand?']

[She wasn't expecting his post, either, but it's put her in a good mood.]

Ba mhaith liom, tuigim. Is as Eire dom.

['Yes, I understand. I'm from Ireland.' And assume the rest of this is in Gaelic, because I don't speak it and the internet has failed me.]

Lived there until I was fifteen.

I thought that accent was familiar. Can't be trustin' anything in this place though.

[Joe squints at the journal, even though Ryn can't see.]

Wasn't sure you were fer reeeaaal.

[Not an imposter! This is good news!]

I'll bloody well drink to that.

[And she's smiling more now, amused.]

I could be a drunken hallucination. Stranger developments have occurred.

[Bobby's smiling brightly at the camera, easily caught up in Joe's drunken grinning.]

Happy Birthday, Joe! And to your brother, too. I'll have to stop by and give you something! Do you mind an ice sculpture? It won't last as long, but it'd take me longer to make a clay one.

Bobby! Lad! How the fock've you been?

[Joe is damn happy to be hearing from Bobby. I mean, it's Bobby! What's not to love!]

Ice sculpture? I know you make a wicked baseball bat, but I didn't know you could sculpt shite as wel.

Actually, really good. You?

[He officially has a girlfriend, man, he's kind of basking in the afterglow. And Bobby's smiling even wider at Joe's reaction, now.]

Yeah, I can sculpt pretty much anything! It's one of the first things I learned, you know, to help me control it. And also because it's wicked cool.

*Drunks aren't the best to ask questions, but...*

Why do humans celebrate there wriggling days like that, anyway?

[There's a long pause on Joe's end.]

...Wrigglin'... day..?

*Bleh.*

The day you were hatched. Born. Wriggled into the world. Whatever.

Ah. Right. Hatched.

[Joe scratches the back of his head, even though Sollux can't see him. Uhh. What to say.]

Humans are mammals. No hatchin' fer us. An' we celebrate the day cause... I dunno, cause we survived another year, the count goes up. Cause the day we were born somethin' awesome happened.

...right.

*Wtf is a mammal, again?*

Huh. Mostly we just think about how we've fucked up.

So what, y'don't have birthdays where you're from? No celebrations, no attention to the day other than to remember... mistakes?

[Joe drinks.]

Sollux, lad. That's kinda sad.

That's pretty much it.

*Trolls are far from the most cheerful of creatures. Though celebrating surviving another sweep/year/whatever might be a reason enough to take notice, since they had a rather high mortality rate.*

A 'tradition' constituted around intoxication? How utterly base.

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You're mockin' a good thing there, lad. Guessin' you don't have anythin' like the might St Pat back home they, aye?

[Yeah, he's just going to ignore that 'lad' part. For now.]

Where I come from, alcohol is worthless when the masses are starving.

Cheers to that.

Is March 18th the day you send a sympathy card to your liver?

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