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maskormenacelogs2016-03-03 09:01 am
wizzardly) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-03-03 09:01 am
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
WHO: Rincewind & OPEN
WHERE: Mostly Nonah and Heropa
WHEN: Throughout March
WHAT: The various goings-ons of a wizzard and his Luggage
WARNINGS: terrible art? travel-accessory themed violence, maybe?
((for all interactions except 03. Rincewind will be wearing this sad, wooden abomination of sequins and glitter-glue as a sign around his neck:
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Thanks, Kitty Jones.))
WHERE: Mostly Nonah and Heropa
WHEN: Throughout March
WHAT: The various goings-ons of a wizzard and his Luggage
WARNINGS: terrible art? travel-accessory themed violence, maybe?
. Thanks, Kitty Jones.))
01. NONAH: Children Are Terrible
- Oh, and aren't you a big help?! [he snarls back at the Luggage, who is apparently preoccupied giving two young girls a piggy back ride. It certainly doesn't look eager to step in anytime soon.]
02. NONAH: Fame Has Its Upsideslightlyoffchilt, 3/4]: Screw Your Scheduling
((Also open to wildcard prompts! You can always hit me up through PM or on plurk. Action or prose is fine.))
[for some reason Rincewind can't fathom, a gaggle of children have been following him around all day, asking him questions and trying to play with The Luggage (who has been surprisingly patient about the various grubby fingers reaching out for it) despite Rincewind's occasional scolding and shooing.
His warnings don't seem to have been taken to heart, however, as one ambitious child has apparently snagged the wizard's hat and run off with it. The whole small horde of popsicle stains and worn sneakers are playing a game of tag the redhead never agreed to. As fast as Rincewind is, he's no match for kids well practiced in keep-away.]
His warnings don't seem to have been taken to heart, however, as one ambitious child has apparently snagged the wizard's hat and run off with it. The whole small horde of popsicle stains and worn sneakers are playing a game of tag the redhead never agreed to. As fast as Rincewind is, he's no match for kids well practiced in keep-away.]
- Oh, and aren't you a big help?! [he snarls back at the Luggage, who is apparently preoccupied giving two young girls a piggy back ride. It certainly doesn't look eager to step in anytime soon.]
[he refused the first two out of feigned politeness (although it had more to do with suspicion and paranoia), but by the the third time someone's offered to buy Rincewind a beer as a gesture of gratitude towards imPorts, he can't say no. It's possible the fine people at this establishment think he had something to do with helping to repel the Soviets. (He didn't.)
He's three deep in now, none on his own dime, with a bowl of beer on the ground that the Luggage is happily lapping up as well. Not a bad way for a wizard to spend an evening, if he says so himself.]
03. HEROPA [locked to slightlyoffchilt, 3/4]: Screw Your SchedulingThis was his big idea, you know, it's not like I'm the one who just chose to throw myself into one of those blasted Porters. He told me Fridays were open. And it is a Friday, isn't it?
[the poor receptionist the wizard is harassing seems to be at a loss, trying to explain to the skinny redhead the concept of appointments and the consequences of not having one. Rincewind, still stressed from a rather long week of attempted brainwashing and house arrest, isn't having it.]
D'you want me to go? [he folds his arms petulantly.] I'll leave right now, I really will, but I can promise you I won't be back. - But I'm taking a pen. You owe me that much for coming all the way down here. One of the nice ones.
04. HEROPA: Fame Has Its Downside[in one of the many dive bars alongside the beachfront, there is a full-grown man cowering on top of a table.
Surprisingly, it is not Rincewind.
The wizard actually looks like he couldn't care less, leaned back on his stool and eyeing the whole scene with a flat look. He's all but ignoring how horrified the rest of the bar's few afternoon patrons (and the bartender herself) appear to be.]
I'll bet you're a little more apologetic now, hm? ...What was it you called my robe again, before you tried to start a brawl? A "shitty dress", wasn't it? I don't think my Luggage quite heard you.
[the man, musclebound but currently quaking like a four-year-old, wails out something that might be an apology. On the floor in front of him, the Luggage, maw gaping to display teeth and the bottomless dimensions that form its innards, flexes its lid menacingly. Its tongue inches dangerously closer to the man's boots.]
What was that? [Rincewind takes a long, smirking sip.] One more time, if you don't mind.
05. ???: Run, Rincewind, Run[A simple "HEY, YOU THERE!" was the start of all this. Rincewind, whose reactions are akin to those of a finely tuned (and tightly wound) jackrabbit's, lets the person get to just about the second set of vowels before he's already gone off down the sidewalk. (There is, left in his metaphorical dust, a very confused photographer whose only crime that day was putting together an exposé on imPort life.)
One might assume the wizard's Porter-granted power to be speed with how quickly he moves, leaping over the inevitable obstruction of a flower-cart and weaving around business luncheons, as wiry and quick as a long-distance sprinter. He doesn't stop to ask why someone was shouting at him the first place; that's the sort of mistake rookies make, and rookie escape artists don't tend to get second chances at perfecting the craft. No, no - clearly the only answer here is to run and to run away, until the busy streets of wherever-he-is melt away into something a little quieter or he reaches a brick wall, whichever comes first.]
((Also open to wildcard prompts! You can always hit me up through PM or on plurk. Action or prose is fine.))