#195 – Reggie d’Lwax

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There’s a restaurant in town called Pine State Biscuits that makes really, really great buttermilk biscuit sandwiches, and one of their choices is called the Reggie and then there’s another one where you take a Reggie and add a fried egg and it’s called the Reggie Deluxe.

I only point this out because (a) apparently I’m all about breakfast food in Larp Trek writeups this month and (b) the way my brain works when I’m writing the strips and the post titles and the commentary and so on is basically a constant churn of free association, the writing staff in my brain endlessly, spasmodically throwing shit against the wall to see what’ll stick.

And “the Reggie Deluxe” can’t stick because it’s a totally personal reference that only a portion of Portlanders would get and even then it wouldn’t make any sense, it’d just be “oh, right, that, uh, biscuit sandwich?” and a big lame flop. It’s a hopeless non-joke.

But my brain: HEY WHAT ABOUT REGGIE DELUXE, MAYBE WE CAN DO SOMETHING WITH REGGIE DELUXE, SHE’S CALLING HIM REGGIE, REG, REGGIE, REGGIE DELUXE, MAYBE MAKE A BISCUIT JOKE, OR JUST, I DUNNO, HOW ABOUT REGGIE DELUXE

And it’s like, no, that doesn’t make any–

REGGIE DELUXE, TYPE REGGIE DELUXE SOMEWHERE, I BET YOU CAN WORK WITH THAT, SEEMS LIKE A WINNER

Anyway, there’s your incomprehensible title explained. I felt like it was either compromise or have an aneurism.

But, yeah, those two! Reg and Lwaxana! Sure, why not.

I’ll say, I don’t really think it’ll last; technically I could just declare that it does, Golden Rule of Larp Trek Canon and all that, but it doesn’t really seem like a long-term fit even if I wanted to upset the fabric of the universe as blatantly as all that.

More of a brief weird mutually-beneficial fling, Lwaxana getting to recalibrate her non-telepathic people-reading skills, Reg getting to, y’know, have a woman actually pay attention to him just out of interest, yadda yadda yadda. They learn, they laugh, they love or maybe at least like-like, then Lwaxana realizes she’s seeing a man who is severely under-socialized and can’t really keep up with her (and is also Starfleet and so has no money of the useful sort, she can’t live on post-scarcity military rations and free healthcare).

Reg in the meantime is blissed out short term but ultimately can’t ever really get over the fact that however admiring her attentions, Lwaxana really does find him interesting more for being unusual than for being fundamentally her type, not an object of unabashed attraction so much as one of curiosity.

She can’t read his mind and he’s never been in the position to, of all things, break up with a woman, so the parting is delayed and stumbling and just as awkward and stilted as you would imagine. Not unkind, and for both of them a relief once it’s done, but far less romance holonovel than 4D interactive Seinfeld rerun. Reg gets back to engineering, Lwaxana ships off toward the Husband Sector.

Deanna does a lot of intense meditating but it doesn’t really help. Neither does aerobics with Bev, who cannot stop smirking.

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