021 [Voice]

[whattasteisthis]

What an eventful week this has been. The joys of being immortal know no bounds.

[Private to Rex]

It is completely gone. My strength. I believe I am human. [Pause.] What are things mortals usually do?

Comments

[deathmerciful]

Have you learnt anything from your experience? Lestat didn't when he went through this

[whattasteisthis]

Nothing I did not already know, Louis.

[deathmerciful]

Do you know how to manage a contemporary toilet?

[whattasteisthis]

Of course. I learned that ages ago.

Private

[stopthat_destro]

What is this? A part of your... redemption?

[Pause.]

Mortals eat, for starters. Have you been taking care to do that?

Re: Private

[whattasteisthis]

I have little more idea than you.

I had plants yesterday.

Re: Private

[stopthat_destro]

I hope you mean a salad, or something. [As opposed to indiscriminate consumption of the green house plants, naturally.]

Re: Private

[whattasteisthis]

[He definitely tried both.

...

It's been a while.]

I suppose. Though, i did have an idea, Rex. It has been long since I have seen any kind of sunlight. And the CES seems to have plenty of that.

[rass_bestie]

Listen, you little child. If you aren't above the age of oh, say two thousand, I feel generous, you can't call yourself 'immortal'. It just makes you look like an idiot.

Look it up in a damn dictionary.

JACK CAUSE I CAN

[deathmerciful]

Fool, Immortal is the name of our kind, not merely a descriptor of our condition.

[rass_bestie]

It is not a discriptor of 'your condition' at all.

[deathmerciful]

The youngest of the children of the milennia is 2000 years old, if you insist of using your definition.