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]

[ooooh, nothing smells quite as good as this golden-brown basket of fried fish and poatoes. Rincewind's mouth splits into an anticipatory grin before he's even quite aware of it, eagerly going about unrolling silverware. Gods bless proper pub food.]

Airship? - Is that something like those planes they have here? [which still occupy a relatively high position in Rincewind's list of technology he plans to never try.]

That's a - mmm - fair point, though. [he licks a bit of seasoning off his fingers, his fish broken open to cool while he pops fries in his mouth. The extra basket of chips gets placed absentmindedly beneath the table; it won't last long.] Somewhat. I mean, you hope someone else can do the bloody job, but sometimes it does seem you're the only one left. Have you only had to save it the once?

[irassible]

I think so? I've yet to ride one. [ Oh boy, and when he does...

But Six's future claustrophobic breakdown aside: ] It's been a handful of times at this point, with more localized conflicts threaded in-between for flavor.

[ BIG SIGH. Also a big mouthful of burger, which he talks right through in a brilliant display of table manners. ] It's always something. Another summoned Primal, an upsurge in piracy, political machinations, other people's wars, wars that were just temporarily on hold, ancient evils dug up by idiots--

[ Ah, but there he stops, swallows, scowls, and then sighs. ]

Perhaps someone else could do it, but...I don't know that. I've yet to tell anyone no, though perhaps I should.

[wizzardly]

Gods, you'd think people would learn well enough to let sleeping ancient evils lie. No one's crankier when woken up than their lot. I can't say I envy you as far as having to get involved with other people's politics - just dealing with the ambitions of senior wizards is bad enough. You've my sympathy.

[somewhere across the multiverse, Fate looks into the wizard's future and smirks.

But here in this one, Rincewind only watches Six go about demolishing his lunch. For such a trim figure, the warrior sure can put away some food.]

Telling people 'no' is one of my favorite things to do. Granted, it doesn't always matter, but I feel there's something to be said just for the act of doing it. Give it a go sometime.

[irassible]

[ He chuckles, somewhere between the second shake and the second burger. ] I will. I'll report back when I do to let you know how my first "no" turns out.

If we're lucky, the realm won't go up in flames while I take a vacation. [ Which he means as a joke, even if it's always on his mind. ] But you'll have to tell me more about wizards, your type of wizards, if not today then sometime.

We have mages in my realm, but they're all very...er, not to offend, but they're different from you.

You seem much more, what's the phrase...down to Earth? The most practical magic-user I've met so far.

[wizzardly]

Probably you'll end up getting roped into it anyhow - that's usually how it works - but at least then you can say you tried.

[he stuffs another piece of fish in his mouth and makes some low, contented noise. Good gods that tastes perfect. But then pretty much everything with enough grease to it tastes amazing when one's drunk; wizards have long known that alcohol has a magic all its own.]

Oh, no, I'm used to being the odd man out in that sense. No offense taken. Most wizards love to stick their noses in things and then complain when something takes a bite at it. Call me strange, but I like my nose where it is.

But I'd be happy to do this with you again sometime. You seem like an all right sort.

[which is really rather glowing praise from the wizard.]