I'm going... away. Yes.

[ooc: He's heading for the beach. The Luggage will be dealing with any plague rats that think they'll be infecting him.]

For the record I hate you all except Carmine even more today.

It's the curse making me say that. Yes.

...

I hate you all. Why? Why? Whywhywhy? Oh sure, everyone's a wizard now. Damn.

Er...

I'll be just staying... in today. Very in. So in you all can just pretend I never existed.

What did I say? What? Did I say that calling a ship unsinkable was just asking for trouble? Why, yes, I think I did.

What's the word for it? When you're seeing things you've seen before? In flashes? Back in time?

Flashbacks!

Oh hah, hah, hah.

Rinse. Wind.

Yes, I get it.

Very funny.

But I'm freezing. Every time the wind dries me off, I get doused again.

Of course. I become a woman and...

I'm definitely not pregnant.

Very funny.

Bad luck?

You think you're having bad luck?

Filtered away from Vetinari
THE PATRICIAN HAS MOVED INTO MY APARTMENT!

At least it isn't Fourecks.

I'd just about murder for some curry.

How does the luggage not get blisters on all its feet?

I need a better hat.

With more sequins.

And sparkles.

That'd show old Ridcully.

I wish Ridcully would come here.

( Non-IC cut for great justice and stream of consciousness )

[ooc: Hey, stream of consciousness goes a long way. Consider this a voice post complete with mutters, Rincewind bumping into people on the street, and occasional coughs, sniffles, and assorted human noises.]

I... feel wonderful! Wonderful!

Carmine, would you like to come out with me? We can, I don't know, go for a walk? See one of those moving picture things. Have some potatoes lunch?

Don't mind the Luggage, it's in a good mood, too.

Wha-?

But... I'm not dead!

Am I?

And as for the rest of these cards... I don't think it's very funny calling me cannon fodder. I can't help my scars, and I don't know what a Luddite is, thank you very much.

Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Isn't there a city in Quirm like this?

Why?

[ooc: Anyone who wants to see Rincewind floating by sitting atop the Luggage, feel free.]

I'm not immortal! I swear!

No.

[gasp, whimper, little shriek, pattering feet]

No! I said--

[louder shriek]

Not--

[whimper]

Immortal!

[yelp and the sound of many running feet]

About time!

[the sound of some...one(?) being trampled into the ground]

Now let's get out of here!

The Luggage is pleased

[ooc: The Luggage is proud of itself.]