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

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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))

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[every-daae.livejournal.com]

Christine turned her attention towards the fjord. With all the... excitement... surrounding her faint and then her undergarments, she'd failed to pay attention to her surroundings. She stood, though she wobbled a bit more than was entirely comfortable, and examined the view. "Oh, it is lovely. It reminds me of home, a little." She surveyed the scenery in silent contemplation until she felt a bit steadier on her feet. "Were you stationed in the North, then? It must have been rather dangerous in the winter."

She tried to take a step forward and nearly fell over. "Oh, do excuse me Captain, but may I borrow your arm until I regain my balance? I'm terribly sorry to inconvenience you so, and to ask at all. I don't make a habit of fainting, and I find it rather disorienting." She smiled uneasily, and pressed her free hand, or rather her hand within the sleeve, to her flushed face.

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"Why, certainly," said Jack with great pleasure, and offered his arm to the attractive young lady, pleased to be of manly service again. "I was not stationed in the North, but have been on several missions to the Baltic. Once I brought back a narwhal horn - tusk - for my friend Stephen, there." He nodded at Stephen. "Are you from that part of the world, then? I thought you was French."

[every-daae.livejournal.com]

Christine took his arm gratefully. "Thank you Monsieur. I was actually born just outside of Uppsala, in Sweden, but I've lived in France ever since I was nine years old. My father always told me that no matter where we lived, Sweden would be home, and so it is and shall be for me."

She smiled up at Jack briefly, then returned her gaze the the fjord. Rather pensively, she added, "He didn't like Paris, truth be told. He always longed for Scandinavian skies." Christine shrugged, causing her blonde curls to ripple back over her shoulders, and smiled again. "I've been told I'm quite Parisian, though. I don't think anyone would think of me as Swedish."