1. Run: v.tr. To travel over on foot at a pace faster than a walk

[wizzard_plz]

Voice Post

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!

I'm going to die!

Oh shit!

Splash!

...

Maybe not.

Splash!

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.]

Comments

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

[heading home from work and gets splashed!]

....wow.

You okay?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[twitches back for a moment, eying Lee suspiciously before deciding the man isn't going to kill him right this minute. He fishes around in the fountain and pulls out a battered formerly-red pointed hat and pours the water out of it]

That depends. Are you a cannibal? Does this city have a major religion that practices human sacrifice? Are most of the insects here deadly? Does it rain? And have you seen Death lately?

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

Not a cannibal, and as far as I know human sacrifice is still on the bad list.

I haven't come across any deadly insects, it rains once in awhile, and I'm pretty sure Death went out for ice-cream with Delirium.

[offers a hand]

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[An irritable-looking trunkpushes between Lee and the soggy wizard, somehow managing to glare facelessly up at Lee. Rincewind looks slightly sheepish]

I wouldn't if I were you. The Luggage is bad-tempered.

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[backs up a little]

Sorry. [looks a touch confused]

I'm Lee, by the way. Lee Nicholas.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

I'm Rincewind. [winces as though expecting a blow] This is the Luggage.

You're not going to kill, sacrifice, eat, abuse, enslave, or otherwise hurt me?

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

[this is sad. Way sadder than Lee is used to]

Pleasure.

No, usually we reserve that for the arrivals that come on Thursdays.


........that's a joke. I don't hurt anyone, promise.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Right.

[looks down at the Luggage] You heard him. Don't eat him.

[takes a deep breath and then shakes his head] This doesn't smell at all like Ankh-Morpork.

[one-of-heaven.livejournal.com]

...please... in the name of El... fulfill your initial promise. Die.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

What? What's that? What's this? Who are you? Are you an imp? I've had quite enough of imps I'll just tell you right now.

[bright-shield.livejournal.com]

I tend to land in the fountain too. Not too good now that it's getting chilly. Unless that sound is you landing in the lake or ocean, in which case you'd really, really want to get out of there now.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

What's that? Who's talking to me? Where are you?

[bright-shield.livejournal.com]

Uh, I'm Riou, in the coffee shop, and we should be communicating through a tablet.... computer?... something like that near you.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

The thing that's talking to me?

You're an imp?

[bright-shield.livejournal.com]

Uh, no I'm not an imp. And that thing isn't an imp either. Probably. It should be some sort of metallic or p--pl--crap, I forget what it's called... some sort of communication device for accessing the network here.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Like the klacks with voices?

It doesn't matter it all ends the same way.

[bright-shield.livejournal.com]

Klacks?

Having some sort of device to access the network is rather important here. It'll give you a heads up on the curses, at least. Have you been shown the city guides [1 (http://onetruejustice.livejournal.com/56099.html),2 (http://dubia-lux.livejournal.com/22474.html),3 (http://hosted.livejournal.com/2278.html)] yet?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Network?

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Tiny, innocuous looking girl with large red- oh, no brown eyes*

Hullo, Mister.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[looks her over suspiciously but has no time to say anything before the Luggage interposes itself between him and the girl, giving an impression of bristling without any... well... any bristles]

... Right. What are you?

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Tilts head, eyes narrowing slightly, then widening*

You have one, too? How delightful.

*From the shadows, Coffin scuttles on all eight? ten? legs, then rears up, clasping the first few sets of 'hands' together.*

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[eyes bug not just at Coffin, but at something behind Coffin. At the first indication of any interest in that, or any sign that the creepy girl isn't going to fall for it, he beats a hasty retreat to anywhere but there.

The Luggage pauses, radiating a confusion before stalking stiff-legged toward Coffin]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Coffin tilts, then goes down on all legs, moving towards Luggage, attempting to circle*

Do you sleep in yours?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[Rincewind has hared around the corner without looking back, the slap slap of bare feet trailing behind him.

The Luggage ignores his fleeing master - that's how the two-legs stays alive, after all - rotates seamlessly, watching Coffin with a bemused air]

[tinyvampiregod.livejournal.com]

*Rears up and takes out a cigarette, lights it and offers one to Luggage, attempting to look suave as the vampire appears in Ricewind's path while he flees*

Where are you go~oing?