||[Mar. 11th, 2006|08:03 pm]
RP - Ankh-Morpork wants you!
[OOC note about this entry: just want to make sure I give credit where credit is due. What happens with the Archchancellor at the party is ripped off from one of the first episodes of Red Dwarf, a very very funny british show that everyone should see if they have netflix. And the part about the watch being barometers of public sentiment like the wizards are barometers of magical activity is (probably) from Night Watch.]|
So I threw that party, and it was a good thing I did, because otherwise no one might have found out about the latest havoc the Nano-Imps have been wreaking until it was too late. As it was, I consider myself (and Archchancellor Ridcully) lucky that it wasn't worse.
The party started off perfectly fine. I managed to position various interesting people and the buffet table between Lady Selachii and Lord Venturi, Lady Venturi and their assorted hangers-on. Lord Rust's son very kindly refrained from giving us a recital of the Hedgehog Song (which, I would like to assure you all, I have never heard and certainly not memorized all the words to). The hors d'oeuvres did not sprout miniature wings and flutter away, as I had feared. Perhaps everything would go smoothly. Perhaps the Nano-Imps did not attend cocktail parties. Perhaps I was just being silly and there was nothing to worry about. (Perhaps Young Sam would agree to eat peas; perhaps Havelock would suddenly decide to become a mime.)
About an hour and a half into the party, the Archchancellor of Unseen University arrived.
He walked right past me, a polite smile on his face, strode into the middle of the crowd, and said to the air next to Lady Rodley, "Hello, Lady Sybil!"
I hurried forward and said, "Hello, Archchancellor! I'm right over here."
"Never been better!" he boomed, still adressing a patch of empty space. "And you? How is Young Sam?"
"Archchancellor! Can you hear me?" I asked. Apparently he could not, because he congratulated the patch of empty air on the health of its son and walked into the next room, greeting a rather startled Lady Venturi as Lady Selachii on the way.
I barely had time to remember what Sam had once mentioned-- that the Watch were a good way to measure public opinion, just like the wizards were always the first to start acting odd around high levels of magic-- when the Archchancellor walked into the room. Again. From the same door as before.
He headed straight towards me and said genially, "Hello, Lady Sybil!"
"Hello, Archchancellor." I remembered to smile. "Are you feeling well?"
"Never been better!" he boomed. "And you? How is Young Sam?"
That was when I finally understood what was going on. I forced out something about Young Sam and the Archchancellor congratulated me and left, stopping only to say hello to Lady Selachii.
I kept a very close watch on Archchancellor Ridcully throughout the rest of the evening, and everyone else within hearing range, but nothing else of the sort seems to have happened.
If anyone has any theories about what might have happened, or any suggestions for how to tell the Archchancellor what happened, please tell me. This whole incident has been highly unnerving.