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Jan. 6th, 2006 09:27 pmFord dives through the open hatch of the EVA pod, already composing the footnote to the entry he'll be sending off. "Readers are advised that the management of the spaceport's major pub, the words 'Can you run me a tab?' are apparently translated as 'Please start swinging a spiked bat at my head'. Further, the words 'Please stop swinging that at my head, you crazy sod' seem to be translated as 'Now get a bunch of your friends to chase me with billiard cues and broken bottles'."
At the moment, though, Ford is too occupied with sealing the pod against the aforementioned friends to worry too much about writing. He just manages to avoid having a kidney ventilated before the door closes. He gives one last look around as the pod powers up, and then he fires up the Kangaroo drive and just lets it go...
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... and drops out of the space-time wash a few moments later.
Ford pops the door and steps out into what appears to be a small warehouse or storage space. At least, that's what he thinks it is until the world suddenly banks about 10 degrees. It's about that time that he notices the cargo bay doors.
"Oh, Zarquon, not another ship."
Landing inside other ships has been historically bad for Ford Prefect.
[ooc: I'm not even going to try and organize this because of the differences in everyone's schedule, so just have at it, and we'll figure it out as we go along. This'll be millitimed to whenever you guys tell me it can be. I'm the guest, and all of you are doing me such a HUGE and wonderful favor for playing along, so I don't want to step on any other plots you're involved in.]
At the moment, though, Ford is too occupied with sealing the pod against the aforementioned friends to worry too much about writing. He just manages to avoid having a kidney ventilated before the door closes. He gives one last look around as the pod powers up, and then he fires up the Kangaroo drive and just lets it go...
.
.
.
... and drops out of the space-time wash a few moments later.
Ford pops the door and steps out into what appears to be a small warehouse or storage space. At least, that's what he thinks it is until the world suddenly banks about 10 degrees. It's about that time that he notices the cargo bay doors.
"Oh, Zarquon, not another ship."
Landing inside other ships has been historically bad for Ford Prefect.
[ooc: I'm not even going to try and organize this because of the differences in everyone's schedule, so just have at it, and we'll figure it out as we go along. This'll be millitimed to whenever you guys tell me it can be. I'm the guest, and all of you are doing me such a HUGE and wonderful favor for playing along, so I don't want to step on any other plots you're involved in.]
