Hyperspace Engineering Tour (Open to all who want to see Slarti's factory)

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

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))

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[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.

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

"Well, I, I, I see you've enjoyed the trip," Slartibartfast said, smiling slightly. "Come, ah, come on, up you get." He bent down and gently hauled Osaka to her feet. "Follow, you know, follow me."