Mingle for the oldies

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone who is immortal, inordinately long lived or just likes hanging out with old people?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Málum on the Iskaulit
When: End of November

Broadcast: Text
[The broadcast is simple.]

Málum. Tonight. Immortal or near enough meet up. Buy your own.

Action: Málum

[Bigby is there, drinking whiskey and smoking cheap, horrible and stinky cigarettes. The rest of you can do what you want.]

Comments

[aigue]

[Sounds like his whole family is here. Lucky guy.]

I see. What kind of information do you expect to find here, then?

[bythewaves]

[ Not quite! But he has a huge family ]

NOthing, in honesty. [ He crooks a wry smile at her ] I was just curious. That excuse was merely that.

[aigue]

Nothing wrong with a little curiosity. I don't know how much of it will be sated, though.

[bythewaves]

Perhaps and perhaps not! But either way, I have been able to see you again, and that is a kindness.

[aigue]

That's very nice of you. I'm sorry, I'm generally not the most sociable of animals.

[bythewaves]

There is nothing to forgive.

[ he assures her ]

Especially when one is melancholy. But I could not pass you by without at least making offer of some company, for solace.

[aigue]

You're kind. And perceptive. Someone I was very close to has left.

[bythewaves]

I am old, and I have learnt to look. [ He shrugs wryly but his voice is gentle and sadly knowing ]

Ah. That is always the hardest blow. I am sorry, Lady Renart.

[aigue]

It's fine. This has happened before. I'm sure I'll see him again.

[She isn't really going to consider any other option.]

How old are you, anyway?

[bythewaves]

I pray it will be soon.

[ He shrugs a little ]

Time is a little difficult to reckon without Moon or Sun, but I think I am roughly some nine thousand six hundred years old.

[aigue]

Nine... thousand.

That's very old, even by my count.

[bythewaves]

Is it? [ Maglor blinks at her ] I suppose it is a while. I know folk older, however, so it has... never really seemed a thing.

[aigue]

I'm more used to 'old' being a few thousand at the most. More likely in the high hundreds.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs softly ]

My folk are considered adult after our first century. Several thousand is fairly normal, for us. We are tied to the world, and so we will live as long as it does.