FANPORT OVERFLOW LOG

[maskormods]

WHO: ImPorts!
WHERE: Heropa's Convention Centre.
WHEN: April 14-16, from 9 AM - 12 AM every day.
WHAT: Registration is in motion alongside FanPort, the most popular imPort convention around! Come on in and see imPort-led panels, the artist's alley, cosplayers, and more! If you have any questions, or wish to amend the way we have written up your characters' panels, let us know here! The original log can be found HERE.
WARNINGS: None anticipated; please let us know if this should be changed.

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[wizzardly]

Would you like to tell the Great A'Tuin that? It will involve hanging off the edge of the Disc, of course, and I imagine you'll have to shout incredibly loudly somehow. And speak turtle.

[his tone could have sucked water from a sponge.]

I've seen it, yes. I had the dubious honor of falling off the edge of the bloody world once. That's not a sight you just forget.

[catalysmic]

[Does it know that that's its name? So many questions. So many questions.]

But. But gravity. [But no?] But how?

[Rincewind may get this a lot, but really, that's what he gets for doing things like falling off the edge of flat worlds in the course of his adventures. And then admitting to it to people who want to put scanning devices into his Luggage.]

Why wasn't your panel on this?

[wizzardly]

Mostly because of this.

[gonna be blunt here, Dr. Betty. Also sighing like some world-weary eighty-year-old.

(Maybe some day he'll notice the commonality in his adventures and just take a vow of silence, but then that will probably lead to some giant misunderstanding as well and things will snowball. There is no escape from his own life.)]

The interest. Interest never bodes well for me. I'll tell you what though, if anyone else from my world gets here, I'll point them in your direction first and you can ask questions your heart's content. Sound good?

[catalysmic]

[She looks a little skeptical - bodes well for him? What does he think she's going to do with this information? - but she'll accept that he's probably had to explain improbably-sized elephants (or possibly a very detailed stress-induced phantasmagoria) more times than he'd like.]

So you're the only... flatworlder you've met here? [Even as she asks, she waves off her own question. He just. Prompts them, really.] No, nevermind.

Thank you for explaining. [For some value of explaining. Guiltily,] Can I get you a drink or something? No more questions. Or interest. I promise.

[She'd worried he'd had too much when she first met him, and now she's really considering that it might be in the other direction.]

[wizzardly]

...So far. [and he's asked quite a few. Part of him is so homesick he'd be happy just to have someone else to complain with about how poor Dibbler's sausages are.]

[the offer surprises him - the kindness of it - and he frowns for a second before ultimately waving a hand.]

No. No, er - thank you, but I will have to make it home at some point tonight. Presumably. [as unpleasant as the sobering-up process is, slow-going and full of recent memories he needs to get busy on repressing, there's no point in passing out next to a child's ball pit.]

But... perhaps another night might be all right. [even if Rincewind doesn't quite believe her promise. Why would a woman just ask to go drink with him without an ulterior motive? Makes no sense.]

[catalysmic]

[She nods firmly.] Probably for the best. [She sounds very sure. He... he'll probably be okay?]

I'll look forward to it. I'm a resident of De Chima if we don't meet again at FanPort.

[In an alternate universe full of superpowered people, he is literally the most interesting person she has met. So promising no interest is not the best, but at least her intentions are to keep it.]

I... I hope the rest of your time goes better [than whatever drove him to this in the first place. Psychiatrists, maybe].

[wizzardly]

[for certain definitions of "okay", absolutely. At least the ones that include vengeful archangels.

But he musters up a small smile, tipping the bottle of water towards her as if in cheers.]

Absolutely. Thanks for this again. I'm in Heropa myself, but I work in Nonah. So between one of those cities we'll run into each other again, I'm sure. I have a habit of that.

[that's the only downside to running away from things - it tends to take you right into something else.]

Good to meet you.

[and it... kind of was, surprisingly. Odd, but nice. And Rincewind will take that combo over the many unpleasant alternatives any day.]

[catalysmic]

And you.

[She gives him a bit of a wave and gets to her feet, leaves him to the sad ballpit room.

Even with magic and murderbox, that was a pleasant reprieve from the convention itself. She's probably going to get herself a drink now, though, before she really gets back into things. A mental palate cleanser from space turtles.]