UN: Twilight Sparkles | @Everyone

[thegreatexperiment]

[It's video for a change, although all that's on camera is the ceiling of Sam's room at the Inn. She's been working on a mural actually. It's the underbelly of a dragon, wings outstretched as it lifts up into the sky. Still little more than a pencil outline at this point. And it's missing both a head and a finished tail. But there's an enormous amount of detailing in the scales. It's no Sistine Chapel. But then again, it's not trying to be.

The camera moves as Sam speaks, as if she's gesturing with her hand. Her face never appears, but the disaster zone that is her room appears in flashes.]

Can someone tell me what the fucking point of turning twenty two is?

I mean, seriously. Bar or Bat Mitzvah at thirteen. Quinceañera at fifteen. Super sweet sixteen, whatever the hell that is. Donate blood at seventeen. Vote at eighteen. Drink at twenty one. All the good milestones are gone. Twenty two is a filler year. And don't say you can rent a car at twenty five. My world is literally flame and rubble. I'm never renting a damn car.

[She sighs.]

Anyone still alive after that party?

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Voice | UN: FormerPilot

[skyward_eyes]

Well... I mean, seems like as good an age as any to start telling you stories about dragons like I promised.

But really? Where I'm from, there isn't much of one. It becomes legal to rent a card unless you have a very specialized sort of certification. Beyond that? Just another year you survived.

[thegreatexperiment]

[She lets out a low, rough laugh.]

Survival is nothing to sneeze at, I guess.

that should have said car. Who rents cards?

[skyward_eyes]

Unless you're allergic.

I saw nothing

[thegreatexperiment]

Benefit of being a monster? No allergies, really.

Although, normally we have a serious sunlight issue.

[skyward_eyes]

Still don't buy you're a monster. No horns.

[Listen to his voice, he's amused and *still* not buying that you're a monster. Sorry.]

[thegreatexperiment]

How do you know I don't have horns? I could have horns.

[She doesn't have horns...]

[skyward_eyes]

You would have told me that when you were trying to justify your faulty theory that you're a monster.

UN: Almasy

[firacrux]

"Congratulations you've outlived 43% of the people you graduated with."

[thegreatexperiment]

[Well all right then...]

I mean, you're probably not wrong.

But how did you figure that stat?

[firacrux]

Military academy. Life expectancy wasn't especially high there.

[thegreatexperiment]

Shit.

What military was that?

[firacrux]

Mercenary, technically. You probably wouldn't know it but the place was called Garden.

[thegreatexperiment]

Gonna go out on a limb here and guess that we're from different quarters of the multiverse.

un: The Qunari

[ataashihunter]

Why do you have all those things? And why do you have to wait to drink?

[thegreatexperiment]

Well, I mean, some of them are rites of passage from different cultures.

As for the drinking thing...

[She laughs a little.]

It's kind of arbitrary.

[ataashihunter]

Huh, they are much later than most I've heard of. I was twelve when I started training with the Ben-Hassrath

[thegreatexperiment]

The...Ben-Hassrath? What's that?

[ataashihunter]

An organization among Qunari. We're... they are tasked with keeping people and the qun safe. They track down people who disobey, they are spies and they reeducate people

[thegreatexperiment]

Okay, next question:

Qunari?

Pretend Im not super late; Text

[theimmortalweapon]

Why are you asking about age?

I see nothing

[thegreatexperiment]

[She laughs.]

It's my birthday, Monkey Boy. Seemed like something appropriate to think about.

<3

[theimmortalweapon]

Oh!

We should.... do something for your birthday right?

What do you want?

[He doesn't think he can get a cake here.]

[thegreatexperiment]

[Oh, Danny.]

Relax. I'm not calling anyone out or demanding presents.

Mostly just thinking. You know. How all the important ages have come and gone.

Does that make sense? Like...there are no new milestones.

[theimmortalweapon]

But what if I want to give you something?

I didn't really celebrate birthdays from fifteen to twenty seven. Birthday parties weren't really a thing at the monastery.

[thegreatexperiment]

I guess they wouldn't be, would they?

Shit. Maybe we should have eight make-up parties for you. When's your birthday?