Log: Ongoing

[cocksmanship.livejournal.com]

When; Jan. 26 (night)
Rating; PG?
Characters; Open
Summary; The Inauguration Affair for the Co-Wardens blasts off with a sabering of the champagne.
Log;

[ooc: Open log for any chars who wish to attend, label threads as you wish as necessary. Let's try to keep physical confrontations at a minimum since the Police Force and Palace Staff will be providing security. Food and drink and entertainment provided! The announcement says midnight but obviously interaction can extend beyond that (backlogged, forelogged, and inbetween ♥)]

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Rincewind + Free Food = OTP

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, Rincewind was there. He was even acting as though he had every right to be there. Which he did, of course, but the urge to skulk was well-ingrained.

Still, a canape here, a hors d'oeuvre there, a glass of champagne, and then another...

Don't mind the trunk following hard on his heels.

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He turned from his present conversation at the sound of scraping plastic.

"Sir, you there," Charming smiled while noting the trunk, "are you with the entertainment?"

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Rincewind's eyes widened in a flash of whites before he shook his head. "No. I'm not. I'm a guest."

He essayed a low-wattage smile. "Congratulations?"

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That trunk still looked suspicious to him. "Ah, my mistake," he nodded while offering Rincewind a hand, "Prince Charming."

The Co-Warden's eyes lit up. "Thank you."

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

The trunk sidled up alongside Rincewind and appeared to be eyelessly eying Prince Charming. Amazing how something without a face could appear to be glaring.

Rincewind glanced down at the Luggage and pushed it back with his foot as he took Charming's hand. "Rincewind."

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Charming was accustomed to dealing with enchanted objects. He knew a glaring broom, plate, book, or trunk when he saw one. He gave the inanimate object a brief quirk of his brow then gripped Rincewind's hand for a firm shake.

"A pleasure, Rincewind. I hope you're enjoying yourself," he offered a winning smile.

[failed-wizard.livejournal.com]

Rincewind immediately distrusted Charming. The handshake was the clincher. Firm, manly, self-assured.

Bugger that.

He smiled weakly and nodded, extricating his hand as soon as seemed politic. "Oh yes. The food party is quite nice."

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And self-loving to boot.

"Good good, and rest assured I manage a government position as well as I do a celebration."

Re: Rincewind + Free Food = OTP

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

The nosh was edible. That was good news. House picked and poked at what he could find. You can't go too wrong with reliables.

Medical presence to an inauguration party funds would be heading to redecorating Emmett's redecorations. It's a worthy cause.

There were other vultures flocking to the layout. You put out food and... Cane touched against an unexpected obstruction.

"Is that a trunk?"

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The Luggage opened its lid and snapped it shut again, clearly implying that the same could be done to the man's cane or his leg or quite probably his head.

Rincewind laughed lamely and nodded. "It's the Luggage. Don't... It's... Just step back."

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Several blinks. "What? Are you feeding it?"

The scientist as well as the annoyingly insatiable doctor in him itched to tap again.

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Rincewind shrugged uncomfortably and nudged the truculent trunk backward with his foot.

"I don't really need to feed it... it sort of feeds itself."