[Open Moons Mingle Log]

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7

[WELCOME TO THE MOONS ENJOY YOUR STAY DON'T GET ARRESTED.]

Comments

Accendo;

[heresyandlace]

[well! the captain of the Pathstone has finally found one of his wayward crewmates, and he wastes no time in tracking him down. an aura that old stands out to him, so there was no way that Finrod could have hoped to brood on his own for too long.

and that pensive look won't bother the dragon in the least--he has enough good feelings welling in him for the both of them. after watching the elf knock several back without flinching, he makes his way over.]

...Are those doing anything for you whatsoever? [nodding toward the drink.]

[faithfulwisdom]

[He looks at the drink in his hand and back to Tek.]

I think they may be beginning to have some effect. [A sigh] Mortal drink leaves much to be desired.

[heresyandlace]

[no one invited him, but he claims the seat beside Finrod anyway.]

Are you looking to drown something, then?

[faithfulwisdom]

[Of course he does. Finrod's not even surprised.]

Perhaps. [he huffs into his glass] I am not ordinarily one to seek comfort at the bottom of a bottle. I have always thought it rather cowardly in a way. Far better to confront your troubles head on, is it not?

[heresyandlace]

You can only confront something head-on if it has a face.

[he gets settled lounging in his seat, nice and comfy.]

Does your problem have a face?

[faithfulwisdom]

Unless one chooses to include our hosts- as they are most certainly an aspect of my problem- no, it does not.

[heresyandlace]

Then, I have two follow-up questions for you.

The first being-- what is your problem, if I might ask?

And the second is... [motioning toward the elf's disappointing drink] ...Would you like something stronger?

[faithfulwisdom]

I will answer the second- yes, gladly- before I attempt to tackle the first.

As for my problem...

You speak now to a dead man. I trust it is a novelty for you?

[heresyandlace]

Do you prefer ales, wines, or something else?

[asked as he flags down the bartender so he can order.

and, upon Finrod explaining his problem, Tek's brow raises... though it's more in consideration than outright shock.]

Well... you may be speaking to the person to whom death is the least surprising. ...But, I can understand why it might put you in such a mood.

[faithfulwisdom]

Wine would be my preference.

[But now you've got him curious.] And why is death less surprising to you, if I might ask?

[heresyandlace]

Death never surprises me. We are very well acquainted.

[and pauses long enough to murmur an order to the bartender, and then settles properly in his seat again, reserving his full attention for the elf.]

...You are hardly the first person I've met who has crossed back and forth over that grim threshold.

[faithfulwisdom]

I am not? [Genuine surprise here.] What an interesting life you must lead.

[heresyandlace]

That's one term for it, I suppose.

[he pauses while the bartender hands him a glass filled with an uncommon wine--dark, dry, and fragrant. and by the time Tek holds it out to Finrod, taking a moment to swirl its contents and sample its scent, it will pack twice the bite it normally would.

with such a brutal little magical boost to its potency, it won't be a friendly sort of hangover in the morning... but it will certainly get the job done.

if Finrod wants to get drunk, this is the ticket. a drink no longer suited to those with human constitutions.]

Though, truth be told... as familiar as I am with death, with all of the uncommon experiences I've had with it... it will never lose its horror.