[Rimbaud]

The REG in full flow, Rimbaud soon realised his repose would be short-lived. As he unexpectedly developed a craving for fruitcake, he scanned the crowd anxiously for any sign of sanity. Fortunately, none appeared to be forthcoming. He's aware that his name badge may be bewildering to the other guests, nay even maddening; as English as the hills themselves he is.

He encounters a pleasant conversation arising from the tale of Arien's 'staining' at the hands of Melkor and its potential nature as part of the canon and conjoins with the participants gleefully.

Smashmouth on stage are replaced abruptly with an unexpectedly reformed Smiths and he is tempted to do the Smithsonian and 'get jiggy wit' it' but manages, barely, to restrain the impulse. However the sight of fourteen different people dressed as Gandalf, shaking their 'booty' and crying out, "I don't think you're ready for this jelly!" every so often is too much and he collapses in convulsions of laughter.

OOC - you try linking Smashmouth, The Smiths, Will Smith and Destiny's Child without starting to laugh)

Realising that in a world controlled by the REG anything was possible, he departed his new-found circle of friends and went to the Beatles concert next door.