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 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?"