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A few days after this unfortunate incident occured, a loud 'Thoomp' noise was heard in Spaceport Weini's debarkation area, and one rather bedraggled Mr. Arthur Dent was deposited directly in front of the baggage claim area. He did not arrive via the convenience of public transport, however, but instead seemed to emerge from a shimmering vortexy birdsnest-shaped portal gadget.

He did indeed land directly on his sorry ass.

Twelve seconds later the aforementioned Mr. Dent had scrambled to his feet, brushed his bathrobe back into its usual dilapidated state, and was striding towards the main concourse.

He would find that cursed hotel, patently refuse to pay his bill, give them a small piece of his mind and find a nice park bench to call home. He smiled in the knowledge that the in-house movie system would hold no future sway on his sanity, either.

Arthur held out litle hope that Uruviel might still be here on her vacation, but he couldn't help scanning the crowds for any sign of her. Hope springs eternal, even with the truly hopeless.

Date: 2004-01-03 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
I found a nice guest at the hotel who listened to my story, grinned, and took me out for drinks. I didn't catch her name, but then, I think she only grabbed me so she had an excuse to drink, so that's fair. Still flying fairly high from the joy of being named godmother, I head back to the hotel, surprised to see a familiar figure.

"Arthur!" Before he can react, I have hugged him, clinging for far less time than I'd truly like, but mindful of his odd reactions to personal contact. "I've missed you! Have you been well?"

Date: 2004-01-04 07:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
"Accidents?" That sounds serious. Tilting my head back to look at his face, I frown. "Did you get pulled out of an airlock or something, Arthur?"

Date: 2004-01-04 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
I'm not exactly sure I understand everything he's saying, but I do understand that he was pulled out an airlock, rescued, poisoned, and then returned in time to miss a poetry slam. I have heard of those, though never attended any myself.

The last part, however, is very clear. "I missed you, too." I slide my arm around his waist, turning him towards the bar/restaurant we've eaten at before. "Have you eaten anything since getting better?"

Date: 2004-01-04 03:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
"If they make it, that would be great." I lead him over to the door and let us get seated, although he doesn't seem to want to let go of my long enough to sit. We finally compromise by sliding into the same side of a booth, and I scan the menu for anything Elvish.

Success! I order something light-seeming but utterly satisfying along with miruvor, and settle back to wait, resting my head lightly on Arthur's shoulder. "Are you going to be all right?"

Date: 2004-01-04 04:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
I laugh, letting him play with my hair. "I actually just got back myself. My boss, Jade, I told you about her, remember? She had her baby recently, and I went back to help her. She crushed my hand, but I got named one of the baby's godmothers, so that was nice. Her daughter's beautiful."

Date: 2004-01-04 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
"Well, not completely. But she squeezed quite hard. And I'm her personal secretary, though mostly I baked cookies. Jade's fond of cookies." I left him take my hand, careful to give him the one that was hurt. "It's fine, truly. Elves are very hard to severely hurt. We recover from a lot of things that would kill other creatures."

Date: 2004-01-04 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
"I'm sure they have cookies here. Do you like chocolate chip?" The food is excellent, as always, and I'm impressed as usual at the station's ability to so completely replicate things they should never even have heard of. But then, it's been a long time since I had proper Elvish food, so I'm definitely not going to complain.

"I could always ask if I could borrow a kitchen and make you some."

Date: 2004-01-04 10:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uruviel.livejournal.com
I duck my head to hide my smile, but really, it's quite flattering. "Then we'll do that. But first, Arthur. Eat. I promise not to vanish if you take your eyes off of me." Another smile takes any sting out of my words, which are light-hearted anyway. Sipping my miruvor, I sit back against the seat, satisfied.

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