Para spun at the unexpected sound behind her. It was her voice - yet not her voice. "Oh, it's you," she sighed, raising a hand to her chest in relief.
"It's fine." Para returned her gaze towards the dark sky. "It doesn't feel like it's been a year since our last Christmas recording."
"I'm not sure it has been," ParaB pointed out. "Not for us, anyway. Ever since we messed with that wormhole, 'space is warped and time is bendable'."
"Right." The blonde parabola rubbed her arms as a chill ran through her. "In other words, ever since we were told our very existence was inconsequential."
"Yeah. But that didn't stop us last year."
Para bit down on her lip. "79 views, ParaB. Total, over the last year, for BOTH our 'Polar Plot' videos, mine and Expona's. I dunno. Maybe those other personifications were right. Our time has passed. If it ever even came."
"Or maybe we need a better agent," ParaB countered. "We can't give up! The new personifications aren't even doing music."
"Sure, because it's not sensible mathematics pedagogy!"
"I don't care. I wrote a holiday song anyway." ParaB placed her hands on her hips. "What's more, it uses classical music, and statistics. So there."
Para turned to stare at her counterpart. "It... what?"ParaB smiled. "I had some help from Sigma, QT's magical girl interface. Though I guess Sigma's also Hyper's magical guide, depending who you talk to."
"I'm... actually intrigued."
"Let's round up the gang then. The bar, in an hour."
Para nodded. "Okay! Though... your song, it... it DOES follow all the established rules, right?"
"Oh yeah," ParaB said, winking. "It's canonical."
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