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

[onlyanapple]

[Rude. Crowley's only peeved because Atroma took away his ability to do that. Just rude. Gosh. ]

Well, I did have a chandelier but I left it behind on a planet because I figured it was a little too much.

[castrationfist]

[you should just be a cheater like her, crowley, gosh]

Well, I agree it would be gaudy, but it would be better to keep that and ditch the broken plates. And get some better wine, really!

[onlyanapple]

[He wants to be, so badly. ]

The broken plates are art.

[ARE HIS STAFF NOT READING THEIR LINES AGAIN??!!! ]

You should try the ice cream in a little bathtub. If you dislike the artistic plates so much.

And my wine is fine, given I can only get whatever the planets throw at me, thank you very much.

[castrationfist]

The bathtub is almost as bad! That is not how artistic presentation works! It's an insult!

I suppose it can't be helped, then. At least I have sake like the stuff from Takamagahara here for myself!

[onlyanapple]

Art is in the eye of the beholder. One man's garbage is another man's Picasso.

[So there. ]

Lucky you, being able to just pull that into existence. Did you butter Atroma up or something? Because they took that ability off me.

[castrationfist]

Hm? I think they're probably just punishing you for a lack of understanding of art.

[your art sucks :(]

[onlyanapple]

I understand art just fine, thanks. I once hung out with Leonardo Da Vinci. We got drunk. A lot.

[castrationfist]

That annoying woman? If I met her again, I'd want to drink, as well.

[onlyanapple]

What? No. He was a man. You know the artist? Pretty big during the Renaissance?

[castrationfist]

Yes, the one who painted the Mona Lisa as an ideal of beauty, and used mage craft to reconstruct her own body to it. As fellow Heroic Spirits, and Casters on top of that, I am well aware.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley sates off into the middle distance for a moment. ]

Yeah, no. The one I knew bugger all magic.

[castrationfist]

[I'm sorry for fate/.]

Are you sure she wasn't just hiding it?

[onlyanapple]

[He really should be used to weird alternate worlds by now. He really should. ]

He. And I'm pretty certain, yeah.

[castrationfist]

Well, whatever. You were probably closer to her than I was, since our relationship only consisted of trying to kill each other. Her magecraft sure didn't feel like something only picked up after death, though...

[onlyanapple]

Huh. Yeah, he definitely never tried to kill me. We were drinking buddies.

[He gives a shrug. ]

Alternate world bullshit at it's finest, this. Never thought he'd be someone to be dragged into it but there you go. Poor Da Vinci.

[castrationfist]

It's what happens when you get too famous.

Don't pity her, though. She won, as shameful as it is to admit.

[onlyanapple]

Unavoidable. Probably best to hope that doesn't happen to any of us here, hmm?

Yay for her, then.

[castrationfist]

Well, you have to have actual accomplishments, too, so it's probably fine for most people here.

[y'all suck and are boring]

[onlyanapple]

Oh? And you have some grand accomplishments of your own, do you?

[He sounds more amused than accusatory. ]

[castrationfist]

A grand many. in fact!

[she just seems puffed up on her own ego]

[onlyanapple]

[He cants a hand towards her, gesturing for her to take the floor, as it was. ]

Well. Please do tell me more about them. I'm enthralled.

[castrationfist]

Hm... Well, I'm not unwilling, but don't you think you should buy such a pretty girl a drink before asking for her story?

[onlyanapple]

A drink for a story, hmm? Sounds like a fair deal. What's your poison?

[castrationfist]

The poison comes at the end of the story, but until then, I'll take some fine sake, if you have any.

[... it's hilarious to her, anyway.]

[onlyanapple]

A story with poison, hmm? How intriguing.

[He goes about preparing the drink, and soon she has a cup of sake waiting for her. ]

There you go. One drink.