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hh_mirrorStarting 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.”
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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.”
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Date: 2006-10-07 04:39 pm (UTC)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."