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Roof, Evening

Pip kicked the door open to the roof and walked out with his guitar in one hand and a six pack in the other.

Don't ask where the six pack came from. He opened up a can and took a sip. Following that he, in order, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and pulled out his guitar.

The idea was to play something fast, bouncy, and LOUD. Get the whole dorm to dance.

[[OOC: Anyone who wants to come up and party with Pip, come on.]]

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"Oh yeah. Six eye-ed hellpuppy. My roommate found him. Cute little thing, very bouncy. Who's Greg?"

Still loving on Sean the puppy, Pippi reached over and grabbed a beer.

"Greg... You know. Dr. House." she popped the cap off with her thumb. "I talked to him for a while. He's very nice but I don't think he'd like that information to get out."

"Oooh, that's his first name. And how old are you again, Pippi? I can only let you drink if you're above fourteen and a half and then only one. And Dr. House? Nice? He must hide this secret very well."

Pippi paused. "That," she said,"is actually a very complicated..." she seemed to change her mind. "14 and a half. Yup, that's me."

She smiled and took a huge gulp of beer.

"Nice try," Pip said, taking a brief break from playing to tap out the ashes of his cigarette into an ashtray. "But it's a very complicated that you have to tell me now. I mean, seriously. You can't leave something like that hanging." He started to play again.

Blair grinned and sat on the roof. "Yeah, Pippi. You sorta have to tell us now!"

Pippi bit her lip again.

"I'm 14 and a half." she said peeling at the label on the bottle.

"My birthday is May 5th and I celebrate it every year on that day and no other... But I've had more then 14 birthday parties..."

She looked up at both of them.

"A lot more... But when I say I'm 14 and a half, I'm not fibbing. It's true. Five years ago, I had my 10th birthday, and then the next year the 11th, and so on. I suspect I'll have my 15th birthday this year..."

"Whoa, that's...that's pretty amazing, Pippi."

Pip raised an eyebrow and started playing a slightly different tune. "Really? So how old are you exactly? I gather that you're aging now, but you didn't used to age?"

Pippi shrugged.

"I honestly don't know how many years I've actually lived... The paperwork for the school asked for my date of birth and there was a spot for a year there... So I put down 1944... Because that was the first year I remembered off the top of my head actually knowing what year it was."

She snuggled Sean.

"No, I didn't age for a while...A very long while."

"So are you liking growing up?" Blair really couldn't think of a question beyond that.

"Greg said that growing up was hell... But, I think not growing up while everybody else does just that around you is worse."

She continued to play with Sean and nod her head to Pip's music.

Blair leaned over and patted Pippi's shoulder. "I hear that, man. I'm glad you're here now though."

Sean leaned up and licked Pippi's face in aggreement.

"Me to! How about you puppy!?"

Sean barked happily and wriggled.

"Wow. Well, you're in good company, at least. Walter's from the 40s. And Angel has lived a good two centuries. Maybe even longer than you have.

"What happened to cause this, if you don't mind me asking."

"Papa and I were on very good terms with this tribe of South Sea Islanders, and their witch-doctors concocted these... Well, they were kinda like pills... And we stopped getting older. I was nine."

She nodded and swayed to Pip's music.

"And then I went to live at Villa Villekulla, and I met my two best friends, Tommy and Annika. And they were very fun. We had lots of adventures together... At one point, we went back to the island, and the witch-doctors gave them the last two pill things. They usually only reserve them for their bestest leaders and witch-doctors. I was so excited. We were going to be together forever..."

She starts to look like she might cry.

"But, eventually, they decided they wanted to grow up. You can let go of it... If you really want, you can start aging again. So they did. And they got older and older, and I was still nine. Their parents are getting older and older to, and even I noticed how gray they were getting. I went to their high school graduation and I was still nine..."

Pip stopped strumming slwly. He put a hand on Pippi's shoulder. "It's okay. It's okay now, right? You're growing older. Your friends would be happy for you. And hey, you won't ever have to worry about being nine at our high school graduation. Though I'll be twenty when that happens, you'll be seventeen, like most everyone else in the class."

Pippi nodded emphaticly.

"Annika helped me find this school... She graduated collage and got married and everything... Tommy's taller even then Papa and Fredolf now. I can sail a ship all by myself, and drive a car, fight pirates, dance the Schottische and all sorts of things... But I'll never catch up to them."

"The curse of immortality, I guess. We're meant to be creatures of change. Not static, but dynamic. And you, Me-pi, are very dynamic." He gave her a hug and started playing. "Now that you're going to grow up, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I wanted to be a Pirate... Or even just a Captain like my Papa... Not sure what kind of demand there'd be for one now a days... So I got some thinking to do I guess. How about you?"

"You should talk to Barbossa. He also has aspirations of piracy. And to the best of my konwledge there are plenty of ship's Captains still around.

"Me? I dunno. I mean, what I'm best at is fighting. I don't really have a country to call me own, so I guess I could join the family bussiness. I'd rather do something else, though."

"I thought you were one of those dirty Frenchmen." asked Pippi with a smirk.

"Do something else? Like what?"

"Legally, I'm not sure where the hell I"m supposed to be a citizen of. I've got a couple of fake passports if it becomes an issue. I was born in France and I've spent more time there than anywhere else, but we moved around a lot.

"You know, I honestly don't know. Like I said, fighting is what I do best, and it's been drilled into my mind so much I haven't really thought about my other options."

Pippi held up her beer.

"Well here's to people who spent most of their lives on the move and don't know what the hell to do with themselves figuring out what to do with their lives."

She took a drink, "Please go back to playing. Play anything... Maybe you can be a musician."

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