♕ |[108]| He still wonders about the occasional sense of drift between stanzas

[had_not_lived]

I'm relieved, honestly, that this curse still comes around, even with the Deities gone and everything different. Not that any of it is that different, really, but I've always liked getting visitors.

I've honestly lost count of how many times I've seen this come around-- it didn't used to last a whole weekend, did it? I'm glad people get to stay a little longer-- the ones who enjoy it, at least-- but it must be a bit inconvenient, finding somewhere to stay over, being away from home.

I hope you enjoy yourselves. Make the most of it. Carpe diem.


[ooc; please no duplicate Neils (other RSLs always welcome) and please don't explicitly tell him he's not real. Otherwise, whatevs, & I will backdate til the proverbial cows come home!]

Comments

[and_identity]

Some would argue a little inconvenience adds flavor to the experience, like a dash of cayenne pepper to mashed potatoes.

And by "some" I mean "people who suck at similes".

[had_not_lived]

I thought that was what gravy was for.

[and_identity]

Since when is gravy a remedy for people who suck at similes?

[had_not_lived]

It couldn't hurt, could it?

[and_identity]

That's a question for their dry cleaner.

You're looking merry as ever, Neil.

[had_not_lived]

Thou speak'st aright.

[He's in high spirits, he always loves having visitors.]

I'm glad you came. It's been a while, hasn't it?

[and_identity]

You can blame that one on my interns. They botched my schedule and I got tied up with a thing that I would cheerfully explain to you save for the fact that trying to put it in terms you could understand would take me roughly six millennia, and leaving it in terms you can't understand would make your brain melt into a fine paste.

Suffice to say, I declined to write that particular intern a letter of recommendation to their university of choice.

[had_not_lived]

Some things are better left a mystery. That doesn't sound like much fun, but it sounds like you at least got it sorted out?

[Secretly he feels a little bad for the intern.

Everyone makes mistakes, right?]

[and_identity]

Everything comes back to equilibrium in the end. It got sorted.

Now tell me about you.

[had_not_lived]

Oh, I'm doing well. About the same as I have been, really, but well. We had a rough time over the summer-- and, well, it might be better not to think about October-- but all in all the City hasn't been too bad to me.

[and_identity]

In other words, "Life goes on"?

I never liked that one, much; I'm not the one inclined to ramble, after all.

[had_not_lived]

"Death goes on" seems a little morbid, though, if you don't know him.

[and_identity]

"Death won't shut up unless you stuff his face full of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles-shaped Spaghetti-os" doesn't quite have that fearsome ring to it, either.

[had_not_lived]

It's a little less universal, too.

[Turtle spaghetti? What?]

[and_identity]

You'll see what I mean when he stops by. I think he brought you a can.

[had_not_lived]

Should I be worried?

[and_identity]

No more than usual.

[had_not_lived]

That's not so bad, then.