[OPEN] RV Park Party

[eirs]

WHO: Any and all OUTSIDER personnel that wants in and their respective campervan companions. Or maybe you wandered out away from your group and found this commune.
WHAT: The gang parking together at night to swap information about the things they've found in their investigations, night watches around a fire, ghost stories......? General tomfoolery in the desert where there's no one else for miles. Cooking their hunts in successes and mishaps?
WHERE: The Mojave Desert
WHEN: Mid to Late May
WARNINGS: Will be updated or tagged in the thread as needed!

Comments

[elfsufficient]

[ Ah... It's a difficult subject for Marcille too, it seems, and so Fern will refrain from mentioning her teacher's thoughts on the matter. Elves seem to be going extinct entirely, where Fern is from... On the subject of other worlds, however, she's reminded of the half-elven man she's met here, and wonders if the elves of other worlds have children with humans for a lack of their own kind...

As ever, she's happy to talk about her teacher instead. ]

She's never said the exact number. Honestly, I doubt she even remembers it. She's mentioned being over a thousand years old, though. [ A beat, as her features pull into a flat expression. ] Not that she really acts like it...

[picky]

[ Marcille's eyes go wide. Fern is looking flatly ahead, but Marcille seems absolutely dumbstruck down to her core. ]

She... She's over a thousand? [ Her brows knot. ] Elves where I'm from only live for about four hundred years. Are you sure she's not mixed blood somehow?

[elfsufficient]

[ She wouldn't necessarily know if Mistress Frieren has been lying about her blood, but she doesn't have any reason to do so, either, and Fern trusts her mentor more than anyone else. ]

I don't believe so. She's over a thousand, and she claims that she's young, for an elf. I've met two others, and I... I think they might have been alive ever since the dawn of time.

[ Like. Genuinely. ]

[picky]

A young elf, over a thousand...? The dawn of time? That's longer than any of our species used to live thousands of years ago...

[ Marcille trails off, bringing a hand over her mouth. Muffled: ]

I... I can't even imagine what that's like.