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Starting at five o’clock, Slartibartfast ambled around to each of the common rooms, pasting instructions for the tour onto each board. He’d realized he’d neglected to specify a meeting place, so, in addition to strongly advising good coats and sturdy shoes, he let everyone know that they were to meet in the Great Hall at six.

He killed the remaining hour by hunting for lint and examining the stones that made up the school building--whoever had been making granite in this area had done a bang-up job of it. He might not know a great deal about Earthman society, but he did know good craftsmanship, and whoever had been in charge of this part of the world had clearly known what they were doing.

Come six o’clock he wandered down to the Great Hall, a small red square on a gold chain dangling from his fingers.

“All, all, all right, if everyone, ah, could kindly hop into the car--” he indicated an aircar that looked suspiciously like a minibus, hovering several feet above the floor “--and, and, and buckle up, we can, ah, we can be, well, we can be off.”

((Repost to correct mun idiocy))

Date: 2006-10-04 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
Stephen looked askance at the floating conveyance. "This is entirely safe, is it?"

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Date: 2006-10-04 12:49 am (UTC)
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Dawn, wearing her favorite red hoodie, blue jeans, and red sneakers, had just finished her dinner and was munching on a cookie as she walked up to the bus. "Cool!" she said, and hopped right in.

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Date: 2006-10-04 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] every-daae.livejournal.com
Christine, who had quietly slipped on the back of the bus, tumbled out of the door. Christine had dressed as warmly and sensibly as she knew how, and thus had donned almost all the petticoats she owned, under her favorite white dress, a cloak, her trademark red scarf, and a pair of surprisingly comfortable heeled boots. She also had decided to bring her muff along, which she had begun to think was a very bad idea. It kept her hands warm, yes, but she was having considerable difficulty getting her hands out so she could stand.

Eventually, she managed to get up. She blushed furiously and shook the snow out of her skirts, before quickly repinning her hair. "Oh dear, I'm dreadfully sorry about that," she murmured, to no one in particular. Christine managed, after several minutes of awkward blushing, to look up and regain some of her composure. "Which way, Monsieur Slartibartfast?"

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Date: 2006-10-04 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] keygirl-dawn.livejournal.com
Dawn was a little unsteady on her feet, partially from the distinct impression that she'd recently been an umbrella and/or a herd of hamsters, and partially because of the little dancing number 42's obscuring her vision. She blinked them away, taking her first steps onto Magrathea.

Shoulda worn a coat, she thought. Or a towel?

42! crowed her brain.

She gave her head a good shake.

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Date: 2006-10-04 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teamseaslug.livejournal.com
Osaka giggles at the odd sensation. Now she knows what it feels like to be a container of honey dijon mustard. She suspects that it would be boring as a full-time occupation, not to mention hazardous to her health. She ambles out of the bus and flops down in the snow, giggling.

Date: 2006-10-04 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
Stephen, who was dressed for the weather, and who had weathered any number of storms at sea, nonetheless found himself reeling slightly. That vehicle thing was worse than Apparation. He shook his head, vainly trying to clear it, and followed Slartibartfast.

Date: 2006-10-04 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slothbefouler.livejournal.com
Jack was astounded by this method of transportation. He was finally getting the opportunity to see a ship that flew through the air, and certainly he was not disappointed. He was not disconcerted at all by the effects of the Improbability Drive, although he did experience a slightly unnerving moment when he thought he might be a sofa.

"I say," he said, buttoning up his peacoat securely as he followed Slartibartfast across the frozen landscape, "are we on another planet now? How remarkable!" Indeed, it was so remarkable that he had almost failed to notice the comely charms of the young lady in the white dress. (I said almost.)

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Date: 2006-10-04 04:07 am (UTC)
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Lily had been looking around with not a little bit of awe. This was quite incredible. Squeezing onto the car, she grinned up at Cox. "Is it just me, or does the simple fact that the man who claims to build planets is afraid of what's going to happen next share the shite out of you?"

Hanging onto the rail, she peered forward and then promptly shut her eyes. "Merlin, please tell me that we're not heading straight for a set of doors." Turning, she buried her face in Perry's chest. "Just tell me when it's over." Never having been on a roller coaster, Lily nonetheless now knew what her reaction would be. Trying not to scream or squeal or do anything but close her eyes tightly, Lily felt her stomach bottom out at the speed they were traveling.

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Date: 2006-10-04 04:10 am (UTC)
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Stephen found the doors, and the velocity of the vehicle heading straight into them, alarming indeed. His face did not betray this alarm, but anyone looking at his hands would have discovered them clenched into fists, literally white-knuckled. He glanced over to see how Jack was taking all this.

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Date: 2006-10-04 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teamseaslug.livejournal.com
((GODDAMMIT I can type tonight, really. Third time's the charm.))

Osaka grips the edge of the cart so hard her knuckles are white, and she's shaking all over. It's not the cart itself she's scared of, nor the tunnel. The whole jerking, speeding thing is giving her flashbacks to the Yukari-mobile. She manages a miserable squeaking noise and feels very glad that she didn't have any breakfast this morning. At least there aren't any pedestrians to swerve around and nearly hit.

Date: 2006-10-04 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] researcher42.livejournal.com
So far nothing terribly exciting had happened, after all the infinite improbability drive was old news. But now they were getting to the part Ford wanted to see - the factory floor.

"Belgium, an intradimensional gate. Hope everyone is hanging on." He holds on to a rail with one hand and tightens his grip on his towel with the other. These gates were always rather unpleasant. Luckily he'd had a couple drinks to cushion his system and there was a packet of peanuts in his satchel.

Date: 2006-10-04 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] profmoony.livejournal.com
Remus had weathered the Improbability Drive without too much difficulty (indeed, the experience of turning briefly into an argyle sock was quite novel), but this was horribly reminiscent of his brief, 90-mph trip in Crowley's Bentley when they had gone shopping in Hogsmeade. He gripped the rail and squeezed his eyes shut, uttering a silent prayer that the doors would open before they were smashed into their component molecules. Vaguely, he recalled the saying that "there are no atheists in foxholes," and would have laughed were he not feeling like he was about to be sick.

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Date: 2006-10-04 05:28 pm (UTC)
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Dawn grabbed hold of the person next to her (Aubrey, perhaps? She wasn't really paying attention) and screamed bloody murder as the wall came at them. But once they were through . . .

"Oh," she gasped. "It's beautiful!"

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Date: 2006-10-04 05:51 am (UTC)
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This was unlike anything Stephen had ever seen. He gazed at 'Loudonaria' in frank amazement.

" 'Owners', did you say?"

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Date: 2006-10-04 06:47 am (UTC)
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Ford lets out a low whistle of approval. "Wow. Wow. It's just like the stories. Zarquon, think of the entry I could write about this." It looks like infinity. Or rather, what infinity ought to look like.

"Loudaniria? Awful name. This one isn't for mice is it?"

Date: 2006-10-04 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] every-daae.livejournal.com
Christine, who'd muffled her screams of terror in both her scarf and her muff, began to feel extremely dizzy. "Oh, my." She remarked, feeling somewhat dazed. "That was... quite a ride to get here. I think I might faint." She clutched at the edge of the rail and tried, more-or-less in vain, to remain upright.

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Date: 2006-10-04 02:39 pm (UTC)
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All traumatic flashbacks are forgotten as they enter the factory. She's so amazed that she forgets how to speak English for a minute. < Amazing! Are we going to get to see one up close? >

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Date: 2006-10-04 04:41 pm (UTC)
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Jack was in complete awe. He gazed around him entranced, thinking that this had to be the best trip ever - combining two of his favorite things: astronomy and going really, really fast.

"So who sets all the planets in motion once they are completed?" he asked. "I should like to have a chat with him, whoever he may be."

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Date: 2006-10-04 07:59 pm (UTC)
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Christine was quickly pulled out of her tranquil delight in looking at the planets being built by the fact they that had picked up speed.

It also appeared that they were falling straight down. Christine tried to keep herself from screaming (after a lifetime of vocal training, her screams tended to be a. very loud, b. very high, and c. very likely to shatter glass) and was very successful in the endeavor, as she fainted.

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Date: 2006-10-05 04:53 am (UTC)
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Osaka hadn't been sure whether to scream in terror or glee at the drop. It was close enough to a roller coaster that it was a little fun, but at the same time she had been absolutely convinced that they were all about to die. She had settled for squeezing her eyes closed, but opens them when she feels it stop. She looks at the ground and has the urge to jump on it, flop down, and promise that she'll never leave solid ground again.

And then she notices that someone's fainted. She's not a doctor so she's not sure of what to do. And then she remembers something she saw in a movie once. "When people faint, aren't you supposed to hold something smelly under their nose so they'll wake up?" She starts looking around. "Someone take off a sock."

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