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

[bb_wolf]

Not 'would'.

Did.

[aigue]

What a bad brother.

[bb_wolf]

No shit. He ever shows his nose around home, I plan on chucking him down the Witching Well.

[aigue]

You had an actual witching well...?

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, back home. We have a Witching Cloak as well.

[aigue]

And what does that do?

[bb_wolf]

Flutters without a wind.

[aigue]

That sounds very pretty.

[bb_wolf]

Guess so. It's blue.

[And can teleport anyone wearing it anywhere in any world. Nothing major.]

[aigue]

[Of course not.]

I haven't heard of anything quite like that back home, though Beowulf had his sword.

[bb_wolf]

We have a lot of magic items tucked away. Those we could run with. I say we. I didn't.

Mirror survived. Which is both a blessing and a curse.

[aigue]

I don't suppose any of them ended up here with you, did they?

[bb_wolf]

You've got to be kidding. I was lucky to be dressed at the time.

[aigue]

That's too bad. I bet one of them could have been useful.

[bb_wolf]

Any one of them would've been invaluable.

[But sadly, he has none.]

[aigue]

Ah well. We'll just have to survive without.

[bb_wolf]

We've made it this far without them. And even if you try to escape, the teleporting thing forces you back to your ship. I assume it's the thing they install in us lets them track us.