Subject: Oh, dang, I forgot Mortic.
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Posted on: 2019-01-23 16:35:00 UTC
He's at least 4000, since he was around for the Biblical Exodus; he probably edges into third place.
Bloomin' immortals.
hS
Subject: Oh, dang, I forgot Mortic.
Author:
Posted on: 2019-01-23 16:35:00 UTC
He's at least 4000, since he was around for the Biblical Exodus; he probably edges into third place.
Bloomin' immortals.
hS
I'm having fun playing around with 'stuff that could only happen in HQ' as my theme; hopefully I can keep coming up with new ideas!
hS
It always amuses me to note that the Continuity Council is so young. I think I'm older than the lot of them combined.
-E
I do mostly blame you, though. ^_~
hS
There was a time when I was blaming you constantly for giving me ridiculous ideas, after all. I'm cool with it going both ways :P
~Z
Like how eighty would be old for a human but young for a Time Lord? (I'm not sure what species Doctor Cornelius is, so disregard if this is a silly idea.)
He certainly acts like an old codger, and there's not a lot of other agents who do.
Up till now I assumed he was human, but a 110 y.o. human running a library seems a bit of a statistical outlier. So maybe he's something else? Or maybe he's just very old.
hS
Now I wish I'd made Edward and Kat spend tens of thousands of years in an ancient time loop. Only problem with that: they'd die of old age within days of reaching the PPC. Which would spoil it a little.
I wouldn't be at all surprised, though, if there's someone from an ancient continuum hiding in the distant corridors of HQ who's been there for millions of years, so I wouldn't award a victory to anyone just yet...
He's at least 4000, since he was around for the Biblical Exodus; he probably edges into third place.
Bloomin' immortals.
hS
At this point, specifically - I'd think non-continuous lifetimes would mostly count if she can look back on all of them. If they're alternate versions that don't overlap with current-Jenni, I'm not sure they would.
'The beginning of time' is a tricky one. Is that 14 billion years (science)? 60,000 (Middle-earth)? 8000 (the Belgariad)? Whatever it is, it seems like she's probably close to the top, possibly at the top of 'oldest active agents'.
hS
...I never thought reading a discussion of agents' ages would make me feel *young*. 170-something, by the way. Age is a bit complicated, given the Time Agency, but we're talking a discrepancy of two to seven years, so it doesn't matter too much.
Still, this is...interesting. Especially on a day when I was feeling very old.
-J
Buddy, I’m a good two decades older than you. I’m practically cradle robbing at this point.
But hey, if you ever want to make an old lady feel young again, you know where to find me. ;)
~E
Or we could all quit breaking the fourth wall and pretend this never happened. That way no one needs to feel weird about it!
There are reasons I don't advertise that I'm older than dirt, Author. Quit getting me into trouble!
~Jenni
Hey there—Erica Ambrose. You could say Jacques and I have a history. I think I've seen you around FicPsych before.
It seems we have a friend in common. Or will have... the meta's still sorting itself out. Anyway, that's cool as long as you're not an Evil Ex or something.
Who're you seeing in FicPsych, since it's not me? The author wants to know, too.
... Speaking of... Hey! Typists! If this is gonna turn into a role-play, can we get a setting and maybe some quotation marks, please? Undefined white space gets old fast.
"Nice guy, and I mean that in the neutral sense of the term," Erica said, swirling the contents of her drink. "Doesn't mind me coming in and staring at the floor for half our sessions. Sometimes it takes a while to get things out, you know?" She grinned, a little wryly. "And I'm not an evil ex. Evil twin might be a more accurate description. Minus the evil part, I hope. Can you see the spinoff resemblance?"
((And it looks like we're in Rudi's!))
"Kinda. Sorta. I guess." Erica twisted a strand of hair around her finger. "There are some other differences, too. I'm from some superhero game or other—my version of Rose could control plants. We had supervillains thrown in with the aliens. But yeah, I'm yet another Jack clone running around the multiverse."
"I'd ask if you want to talk about it, but I reckon I should leave that to Parwill." Jenni gave a sardonic smile. Resisting her hardwired urge to delve in and try to help was difficult, but over the years it had finally sunk in that interfering with someone else's patient was heavily frowned upon. "So, uh. How'd you meet Jacques? What was that like?"
Erica gave Jenni a wry smile. "We didn't realize who the other was when we met. He invited me back to his place—I'm sure you can imagine what happened next." Her smile widened. "Not that it's stopped us since, mind. Though half the time we're together we end up squabbling. Don't get me wrong, he's great, but he also makes me wish I could strangle him."
She thought but did not say, because it would make most people uncomfortable, that they definitely sounded like siblings. Instead, she said: "That'll happen when you're just alike enough for the differences to be really annoying. Funny how that works, isn't it? Like... like fics where they clearly know the canon, but they're messing it up in stupid ways anyway? Way more irritating than the ones that are just off-the-wall clueless, in my opinion."
"Hey, there's a time and a place, and you seemed like you wouldn't have appreciated it," she said. She leaned in slightly, raising her eyebrows. "If you'd rather I hit on you, that can certainly be arranged."
Erica looked Jenni up and down and grinned. "I'm not seeing anything. Would you mind terribly if I appreciated you a little more? Actually—" She half-turned to the bar. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"I have the worst head for alcohol, but... I heard they got a supply of 1420 Shire beer in a couple weeks ago. I wouldn't say no to a canon delicacy like that, if they're not sold out by now." She glanced at Erica's glass. "What about you? May I return the favor?"
Erica slid a couple of pound coins across the bar as she spoke. "One of the side effects of my particular brand of immortality—I can't get drunk. Well... not for long, anyway. Certainly not for lack of trying. My healing factor just flushes it all out of my system."
"In that case... thank you," she said. "Guess I've sort of forgotten just drinking for the sake of it."