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]

"And we won't die if we get too close?" She has her English back now. "I'd like to see it up close, but if we're just going to die it's probably not worth it." She thinks for a second. "Probably."

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

"No, no, we shall not die, don't worry--be a bit, you know, daft, if all the workers died as soon as they, they got close to the planets." There had been that accident with Charlie six million years ago, before they'd all gone into stasis, but they'd fixed that glich nicely.

[teamseaslug.livejournal.com]

"Good. I don't think I'd want a planet with poison air, but maybe some people would. If I had my own planet, I think I'd like it to smell like melons sometimes. If it smelled like melons all the time, eventually you'd stop appreciating it." She stops rambling and enjoys the view. She wishes she had remembered to bring a camera.

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

"Melons, you say? Can't, ah, can't say I've ever had, you know, that request before," he said thoughtfully. "Though I'm, I'm sure we could manage it somehow." That was something he could give Frank, to stop him forever wishing he could reverse the laws of gravity just once, really, Slartibartfast, I just want to see what would happen, it wouldn't have to be permanent or anything... There were times he was glad he wasn't the only one in charge, and that was definitely one of them.