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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[profmoony.livejournal.com]

Remus finally opened his eyes again when they no longer seemed to be plummeting to a fiery doom. He eyed the fjord appreciatively. "Very nice work," he said. "That seems a bit impractical, though, filling up the oceans that way."

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

"Why, ah, why thank you," Slartibartfast said, pleased. "It really is quite impractical, and Anna's been meant to come up with a, you know, a better method for the, the last century, but you know how beaurocracy works. I don't, don't think she's got it past submitting the, the, the forms."