I hate to say it, but there isn't really much of a choice. Everyone is trapped here. Some were lead here under false pretenses; being promised this or that, others came expecting something much different. But once you're here, you can't leave until it lets you go.
Well, you can never tell for certain. October in its entirety is terrible, but I remember there was some sort of thing in September of last year where people got cards that changed their personalities. Tough, mean people became doormats, lazy bums became social activists, the nicest people in camp started indiscriminately hurting and killing people. It wasn't fun. I couldn't tell you if that was a yearly thing, or something one-off, though.
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Mmm . . . the seventh and twelfth months, in the Gregorian calendar. The sixth-ish and eleventh-ish lunar months.
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I see.
[ Not that he really knows what these namings of the calendars are, but at least he has a bit more of a clue now. ]
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Mm. About half a year apart, in opposite seasons.
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[ Already working on that in his mind. He’ll likely have to gather more clues, however. ]
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I know it sounds a little strange, but I promise it's the truth.
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It's a fairly common reaction. Give it some time, you'll see what I mean.
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And if I don't want to do that?
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[ Damnitall! ]
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A little?
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