Bloody hell, THIS place again?
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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.
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.
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Date: 2004-01-03 10:05 pm (UTC)"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?"
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Date: 2004-01-03 10:45 pm (UTC)I'm being hugged, and then she stops. I don't want her to, and before I know it, I'm hugging her back. This seems to be a good thing. I think I'll keep doing this a while.
"Odd thing, though. One chance in 3,423 are probably the exact same odds I had of surviving what happened in my hotel room recently. But here I am. This is disconcerting. I don't suppose you heard about any airlock incidents in the hotel recently?"
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Date: 2004-01-04 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-04 11:55 am (UTC)I realize I'm still in a partial hug, but this is safe and nice. Very unlike floating loose in a vacuum.
"As odds would have it though, it seems there's a Vogon constructor fleet working outside the spaceport installing a hyperspace traffic roundabout. One of the on-board chefs saw me careen past his portal window and had me beamed in. That's the good news. The bad news is he made me taste-test the dessert he was preparing. I was sick for a week. When I felt able to move again, he popped me back here. Just in time to miss the Vogon's roundtable poetry slam."
I pause, catching my breath, wondering how much of that made any sense at all to you.
"I. Um. Well. I missed you. Quite a bit, actually."
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Date: 2004-01-04 02:37 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2004-01-04 03:43 pm (UTC)I awkwardly manage to get an arm around her waist without ripping her outfit or bruising her, at least I hope I'm being more suave than that.
"I'll tell you what. I promise to eat something if you will too. Maybe you can recommend something nice and soothing. I remember your elvish wine was nice. Perhaps I could try some elvish food this time?"
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Date: 2004-01-04 03:50 pm (UTC)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?"
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Date: 2004-01-04 04:23 pm (UTC)Smiling, wondering what I've done to deserve a spot of good luck, I let my hand drift up to stroke Uruviel's hair. It's really quite soft.
"Yes, I think I'll be all right."
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Date: 2004-01-04 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-04 09:24 pm (UTC)"You helped your boss with her new baby. What exactly are you? A secretary, personal assistant, nanny? I've just realized I don't know what it is you do back home."
"Are you sure your hand is okay?" I reach to take it, holding it carefully, then realizing I have no idea which hand was injured. I suppose I have a 50/50 chance of having guessed correctly.
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Date: 2004-01-04 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-04 09:57 pm (UTC)I continue to cradle her hand in mine for a while, happily enjoying the moment. Then I notice her food's growing cold, and I quickly pick up her fork and set it in her grip, grinning foolishly and turning back to my own dinner.
"I miss cookies. I haven't had one since the Earth was destroyed."
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Date: 2004-01-04 10:11 pm (UTC)"I could always ask if I could borrow a kitchen and make you some."
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Date: 2004-01-04 10:37 pm (UTC)I would love to watch you bake your famous chocolate chip cookies. I know I'd enjoy them much more than a plateful made by a middle aged short order cook named Louie."
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Date: 2004-01-04 10:53 pm (UTC)