[TEXT] there'll come a time, now don't forget it

[nascensibility]

NOTICE:

I would like to submit a formal, if belated, apology to all those who were inconvenienced by our last event¹. It was from my world and no doubt had a discombobulating effect. If there are lingering queries, please direct them to me in the archival room located in the west wing of the library, first floor.

In news that is more favourable but tangentially-related: I am interested in the temporal demographics of those in residence here, as it has been some time since I last conducted a survey of this nature. I am myself from the year 1935, but as I understand it this fits into a very specific timeline from a very specific world, and there are other worlds with differing dating systems and dimension-specific technological innovations. This is not a formal study, but a personal inquiry to satisfy curiosity.

As always, I can be found in the stacks unless the day is particularly fine.

-E. O’Connell












¹Said event consisted of (likely foreign and uncomfortable) early-20th century clothing in unforgiving Sudanese desert climes, a hazardous oasis with irritable locals, and frequent aural and visual disorientation.

Comments

[deathlessness]

2016. New Orleans, to be more specific. Though like Captain Hunter, I've done a bit of skipping through time.

[Though not in quite the same way.]

[nascensibility]

[Another for the list of residents from the 2010's. It grows longer each hour, and after all her time her she really shouldn't be as surprised as she is.]

You aren't a time traveler too, are you?

[deathlessness]

No. I just ... took several very long naps.

[Yeah, that's not confusing at all.]

[nascensibility]

[This message deserves more squinting, but it isn't as though she hasn't had any experience with people who aren't exactly people - not anymore.]

Are you an immortal?

[deathlessness]

I was, in a sense. I was bound to a witch who attempted to cast an immortality spell, but there were side effects. We would sleep for a hundred years, and then live one year in the world.

But she is now dead, so I am back to living my life in "real time."

[nascensibility]

[That sounds awful.]

When was this spell broken? More recently?

[deathlessness]

[Oh, it definitely was.]

In my world, yes. I'm actually coming up on the end of that year without having to go to sleep again.

[Only she is, at home, to save her life and the life of her family, and boy doesn't that just make her a little bit bitter.]

[nascensibility]

I'm happy for you. It must have been extremely difficult to live this way, waking up in a new century with a hundred years of technological advances and political upheaval with which to come to terms.

If you don't mind my asking, when were you born?

[deathlessness]

Late tenth century. Give or take.

[So, about a thousand years-old.]

[nascensibility]

That's

unexpected, but interesting, not to put too scientific a view on it. I realise this is your life about which we are speaking.

I should also apologize for this conversation becoming something of a Spanish Inquisition, sans implements of torture.

[deathlessness]

No, not at all. I wouldn't have opened the door if it wasn't something I was willing to talk about.

In my world there are consequences for the pursuit of immortality. The amount of time I had to spend sleeping was one of those consequences.