Happy Holidays toooo yooou...

[owenofavalon]

Well, the holidays are already in full swing here at Castle Wyvern.

The gargs had their little solstice celebration last Sunday. Now, that's my kind of holiday, kids. Dancing, singing, lots of alcohol flowing - not that alcohol has any real effect on me, but it's fun to watch everybody else get toasted. That, and I got to be me! Puck! See, I

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[phoenix_rising_]

Owen? You need a life. You need one so very badly...
Heck, I'm dead and I have more of one than you seem to..

Anyways...Puck, why can't you accept any advances? Would it make Owen's boring-ness shrivel into dust or something? Although that might be cool to see...

*pauses and becomes more opaque as she waves to Alex* Hi, Alex.

[owenofavalon]

See, Owen has one purpose in this world - to provide a lifetime of service to David Xanatos in any capacity he sees fit, 24/7. Having a relationship would be too distracting. Nope, Owen has to be boring so he can do his job.

Alex says "hi" back! Actually, he just kinda drooled, but I know what he means. *grins*

[phoenix_rising_]

Ah. So there's a whole purpose to the 'Owen is so boring, his social life is covered in dust' thing.

*grins and waves to Alex again*

[owenofavalon]

Yep, yep! Poor guy. I think he could have a lot of fun, otherwise.

So, being dead - how's that working out for you?

[phoenix_rising_]

It's pretty boring, actually. After the initial hey, I can walk through walls and become invisible rush wears off, there isn't really much to do.
'Specially when you realize that you don't just go through walls; you go through everything solid. And you can't get a decent drink. Or even a bad drink. *sighs*

I'm trying to get a new body, though. Not much luck so far...but I'll manage, sooner or later.

[owenofavalon]

Ugh. That sounds dreadful, not to mention dull. You can't even rattle some chains or make curtains move?

Well, if you do find a willing body, Alex here had a little crash course in Soul Transference 101 not long ago. We could pop over to your dimension and have you all corporeal in no time flat! He's really very good at it. Of course, he has an excellent teacher. *smiles*

[phoenix_rising_]

Nope. Nothing except fade from near-invisible to seems-like-I'm-really-here and make ear-splitting noises. Trust me; I tried.

And really? You could do that? *becomes more opaque and looks hopeful* Now all I need is to find a body. Hrm.
Someone suicidal who looks uncannily like me, maybe?

[owenofavalon]

What a rip off! At least the ear-splitting noises are something, I suppose.

Sure, it's easy! And a terrible amount of fun, I might add. Ah, mortals. They really should learn to be careful what they wish for.

The only condition is that both spirits have to be willing. Now, without another vessel of some sort to contain the spirit of the other person, well... I doubt even if they're suicidal, they'd want to be in your position. Of course, they might just go off into that great beyond. We could always put them in the body of a squirrel or whatever other animal they like, if that would suit them better.

What's keeping you here, anyway? Do you know why you haven't gone to that big bright light, or whatever it is?

[phoenix_rising_]

*shrugs* I honestly don't know why I didn't pass on or whatever it is I was supposed to do after I died. And frankly, I've been too busy trying to get a new body to really bother with trying to find out why that happened..

[owenofavalon]

It's something worth thinking about. I've dealt with a number of spooks over the years - most of them were in denial about the whole being dead thing. As a being that can't die (at least, not to my knowledge), I'm a little lacking in experience in this field.

But, finding a new body sounds like a good goal! Think of it as a real second chance at life. You can be anyone! Do you really want to be yourself (or something similar) again? Personally, I try to completely reinvent myself every thirty years or so (sometimes less, if I'm feeling restless). I'm going to be Owen for a long while, though, not that I'm complaining.

[phoenix_rising_]

I was rather fond of being me when I was alive. *gestures at the C-cup, pale blond hair and all the rest* Asides from a mild allergy to real milk, my old body never gave me anything to complain about. And even that wasn't so bad, most of the time.

*ponders* I think maybe I should go find someone who looks a lot like me and would much rather be a dolphin or something for the rest of their days..

[owenofavalon]

Sounds nice, minus the milk allergy. Milk's not good for you anyway. The last time I was a woman was back in the 1920's when I jumped on the flapper bandwagon. Well, and that time during the '60s when I switched identities and genders more times than I could count. What a couple of fantastic decades.

I bet you'll find somebody. Any animal they want - dolphins are fun! Alex and I turned into one for a hitchhiker a few weeks back. He loved it.

How'd you die, anyway?

[phoenix_rising_]

*grins a little and then grimaces as the subject of her death comes up* I got shot in the chest with a blaster rifle. Very painful.

[owenofavalon]

Yuck. My Lord got shot in the chest with a harpoon by a Greek fisherman (my boss's father). I would guess that hurt him. Good. He deserved it.

I was shot once during World War II. Boy, did that burn, having that iron stuck in my body. I had to dig it out before I could heal the wound.

What's a blaster rifle? Some kind of energy weapon? Those, I like. I can just absorb that sort of firepower.

[phoenix_rising_]

*nods* Yeah. It's an energy weapon.
I think it was a blaster rifle, anyways. It looked like one...but the shot didn't hurt the same way blaster shots do. So...mostly I'm just guessing that it was a new type of blaster rifle the Empire came up with.

[owenofavalon]

Hmm... maybe it was the weapon that's made you all not-quite-dead. That would be odd.

Empire?