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

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

This isn't some ruse to take me to an alchemists to sell me for parts, right?

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to sell you for parts.

The alchemists here aren't into that, really.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

That's what they all say.

[finally puts on his soggy hat with "Wizzard" barely recognizable in manky sequins and stitching and steps out of the fountain, the Luggage trailing on his heels like a well-trained rottweiler]

Okay then, let's see the library.

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

Sure thing.

[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]

So... what is this place? Is it a prison? You said I couldn't leave.

Whatever it is, I didn't do it.

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

Well...

Okay. I've heard people say it's a nexus of reality, where a bunch of realities converge. Sometimes, people can get out - I got out, but the City pulled me back [he pauses, like he caught himself in a mistake, but goes on] - but if you die here you're stuck.

Oh, and every few days there's a curse.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

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

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[droops]

Oh. One of those.

Damn.

And of course there are curses. There have to be curses.

But there are potatoes.

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

Really a fan of those potatoes, aren't you?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

You'd be amazed how many places don't have them.

[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.

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

Really? They seem so common.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

The thing that's talking to me?

You're an imp?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[shudders dramatically, thinking of the "cuisine" of Fourecks]

Not nearly common enough.

[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.

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

Well here they're available in plenty.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Like the klacks with voices?

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

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[swallows as he starts to salivate heavily]

That's the best news I've heard in a long time.

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

[because that's not creepy]

Okay, here we are - the library.

Try not to get too lost, okay? Forest is pretty dangerous, and so is the Underground.

[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]

Right. Thank you. [peers around for the impending attack]

[killerdimples.livejournal.com]

Sure thing.

[and he watches him go into the library]

Wow.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Network?

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

[looks around the library with the Luggage hovering protectively and goes to hide among the stacks and the familiar scent of books]