(Follows on directly after the events of Performative.) In the early half of the 1980s, Julian Fawcett was one of two special advisers to a notorious minister who was dead set on making the last night of conference as calamitous and memorable as possible. In his current day, Julian was dealing with the unforeseen aftermath of finally cracking it with the Captain. Namely, an abrupt inability to keep his feet in contact with the floor. Originally posted on AO3 under inkyfishes. This is the first time I've uploaded anything on Wattpad, so here goes nothing!