wizzard_plz: (h'oh shit!)
It's... a meat pie.

A genuine CMOT Dibbler meat pie.

[ooc: A stunned and teary-eyed Rincewind is sitting on a park bench staring at a highly dubious meat pie as though he has found a house-sized potato the holy grail. Deity gift - one genuine Dibbler meat pie.]
wizzard_plz: (ruuuuuuun!)


[ooc: What was that red streak? Why, yes, it was an absquatulating wizzard. Trufax, real word.]
wizzard_plz: (addicted to spuds)
The best thing about nobby dances like this?

Free food!
wizzard_plz: (vitruvian man - only not)
The sun had better go down. It's not that I like what's in the dark, but too much of any thing is a bad thing.

Except boredom. Boredom is good. I like boredom. I want boredom. Please give me boredom.

[ooc: YouTube video... Rincewind on a run in the City. At least for the first four minutes, twenty seconds.]
wizzard_plz: (trudge)
This reminds me of Fourecks.

Gods, I hated Fourecks.
wizzard_plz: (asldfja;aghfhg!!!!)
I hate it here! I hate it here! I hate it here! Oh shit!

[ooc: What can I say? He's eloquent when he's terrified.]
wizzard_plz: (h'oh shit!)
Voice Post

I don't think you should bite that man. No, I don't care if he's holding shiny red rocks. Don't bi--


Well. See what you've done?

No, I'm not carrying you around.





Cut for image )

[ooc: Yes, the Luggage got itself in trouble. Rincewind is not cursed, but the Luggage is a lovely handbag for the day.]
wizzard_plz: (hmpf)
Elendira, I made your delivery.

Not saying a thing about potatoes. Not a thing. Nothing about potatoes.

I'm going to go find a little oak tree for by my bed, I think. I haven't had a Hogswatch in forever. Does anyone know where I can find paper sausages? I guess I'll need to get some socks so I can hang one up for the Hogfather....

It'll all go wrong, but at least I'll have given it a go.

[ooc: For the Discworld uninitiated, a very cursory explanation of Hogswatch can be found here. For more in-depth, watch the BBC miniseries Hogfather, but don't miss the beginning, like my friend did, or you'll be utterly lost.]
wizzard_plz: (addicted to spuds)
Carmine reminds me of potatoes.

In a good way.


wizzard_plz: (asldfja;aghfhg!!!!)
I hate it here! Hate it! Get away! No, I'm not dinner!


Watch out for that... Luggage...
wizzard_plz: (asldfja;aghfhg!!!!)
Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Elendira... my new robe? Erm... flammable.

[ooc: Because bad things can't happen without Rincewind trying to run away from them, of course. No, you can't have his organs and he's not showing anyone the burn on his backside, thank you very much.]
wizzard_plz: (hmpf)
No, you cannot have my hat. I am a wizard. The hat is part of the job.

No. No. No.


Bugger this for a lark, I'm running.
wizzard_plz: (h'oh shit!)
I am thankful that no one has tried to kill me yet.

Other than some vaguely questionable footsteps behind me the other night. But hundreds of other extremely questionable footsteps took care of that.

To anyone responsible for cleaning a very flat corpse off the street, I'm sorry. The Luggage is very... energetic.
wizzard_plz: (the Eternal Hero)
Voice Post
Hyeaaaah! Hai! [thump crunch]

You, too! Take that! [thwack of something - possibly a stick - hitting a wall]

And you! [panting and wheezing followed by a weak lament] I just want to go home.
wizzard_plz: (morose)
Ow. Ow. Ow.

Did you know that the mosquitoes here like to throw themselves at you very, very hard?


[ooc: Rincewind ran through the paintball match yesterday and has many bruises today.]
wizzard_plz: (Default)
You know, in Hunghung, the Luggage had... little Luggages with a girl Luggage.

How does sapient pearwood do that?

Is there someplace I can sleep and get a job that won't require losing blood? I'm getting hungry and I don't like the looks of that forest. I like the library. I don't know how long I'll be able to camp there before I get caught.

This "computer" reminds me of what Ponder Stibbons was always poking at, but not as visually interesting.

It's going to explode, isn't it?

[ooc: Strike deleted.]
wizzard_plz: (h'oh shit!)
Do you know what happened last night?

A coffin... A coffin tried to...

With my Luggage!


I just want to get back to Ankh-Morpork.
wizzard_plz: (asldfja;aghfhg!!!!)
Voice Post

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

I'm going to die!

Oh shit!



Maybe not.


Oh. You're here, too.

[ooc: And welcome Rincewind to the City. He has just landed in the fountain, followed closely by the Luggage. For those who don't know the Luggage, it appears to be a rather battered wooden trunk. Until it stands up and you see hundreds of little human-ish feet.]


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