Bloody hell, THIS place again?

[dent-panic.livejournal.com]

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.

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[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.