Do you regret what you've sought, floating softly at the Nile's Edge?

[nottheimmortal]

Methos is sprawled out on a couch in the common room with a beer in hand, and is, quite bluntly, utterly bored. He's been in the training room with his sword more times than he can count (always when there wasn't someone else there, though he had to stay up pretty late to ensure that Revan had gone to bed); he's wandered into the music room, found a cello, and played that for a while; and he's read enough books to last another lifetime.

Now he figures he'd better be social. So here he is. Come talk to him if you like.