If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...
It's customary to have a Wake after the subject thereof dies. Even Loki knows that. But this is a special occasion. Ego-death is coming to his alternate, and the idea of letting him go off to perish alone, uncertain he will even be mourned, is too dark a proposition even for a flawed and callous person to contemplate.
That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.
What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse formischief a party. The first text rolls out to Harley, an innocent enough invitation to join them for milkshakes. Cricket is next, because it occurs to him that Cricket has plenty of liquor, which is good for a reckless celebration.
Things snowball from there.
As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.
That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.
What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse for
Things snowball from there.
As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.
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Can't even say it's someone Jim knows, what with him never actually having the chance to meet his father. Everything he knows of George Kirk is nothing but legacy and stories. How fitting for the man who resembles the late George Kirk to be so much more than just a man. It fits the long shadow his legacy has cast over Jim.
"Vulcans live the longest out of any of the Federation species, and Spock is exceptionally old for his kind. On average the rest of us generally only live to be about a hundred, give or take a few years." It won't occur to Jim int he least that human life expectancy isn't that much in other times or on other worlds.
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The Cylon presses his lips together in the faintest of pouts. He was about to ask Jim who Thor resembled. Busted! "...good enough," he says finally, before taking another sip.
"Only a hundred," Adia says with a soft laugh, moving the conversation along. "We should all be so lucky, Jim. Maybe as our healthcare improves, we will be. How curious that the Vulcans live so much longer. Do you think it's because of their blood? Or are there other physiological differences?"
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"Why's that funny?" His eyes narrow in confusion, only to go a bit wide. Adia's world has tech that makes his own seem dated in a lot of cases. He'd sort of assumed... "Humans don't, in your time?"
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The fact that he doesn't follow up his statement with any sort of sarcasm has Adia looking at him thoughtfully. She knows that the two of them had a conversation at this very party. Must have gone well! She smiles briefly, then returns her attention to Jim.
"We can live to a hundred, but it's pretty rare. Our lifespan is closer to eighty."
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It's probably always going to sting that he can't drink the way he used to before his death but Jim's come along enough to realize that it's a lot better for his health that he can't. Plus if he gets stupid drunk easily it means Felix can drag him away from trouble while he's still mostly sober. In theory.
"Only...but..Wow." There's a bunch of questions Jim wants to ask suddenly, but he's struck by how inappropriate many of them might come across. After all, there's probably a really good reason why medical advancements were stalled for so long. Things like a war, and the near end of humanity, for example. Caspar nor Adia will want to talk about that especially given their relationship. Jim nods slowly and licks at his bottom lip out of nervous habit before he makes himself shut his mouth. When he tries again he opts for the diplomatic approach.
"Well, but you have allies now to bounce new ideas off of. We didn't develop our medical tech over night. Even before the Federation was officially in existence collaborating with Vulcan scientists helped a lot."
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Nope. Not in public, anyway.
Jim's reaction has both human and Cylon alike looking at him curiously. Is that really such a strange thing to learn? If that twenty years' difference is a loss to her, she doesn't show it. "We are branching into new avenues of tech, it's true," she replies, her tone equally diplomatic. "But, um..."
"They aren't learning anything from us," Caspar says flatly, saving her the trouble. "Cylon medicine is terrible. What's the point of saving a life if there's a new body to download into, am I right?" His lips tighten into a bitter smirk. "We had a virus on one of our basestars and the solution was to cut it from the network. That's about as high tech as we got."
"It's better now," Adia says softly. "The Cylons are learning about their own physiology, and human-based medicine is sufficient for most things."
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And then Caspar all but confirms the image Jim's starting to get about the state of affairs. Caspar who is, just by his existence, something that his world and time couldn't even fathom how to replicate. The differences between worlds never cease to amaze him.
"You'll walk forward together though. That's important." For the Cylons to continue to exist, it's gotta be critical for it Jim figures. Everyone's got to learn how to change together.