So it's come to this, has it?And it had. It truly had. Ford had been monitoring the Sub-Etha band for days now. He'd been checking the Thumb for any glimmer of activity. But the fact was that this particular wherewhen was simply too far away. There was nothing. No way for him to hitch out of here ( Read more... )

((ooc: Millitimed to late morning on the 24th, before the rescue mission to Roswell))It was tough to leave. It always is when you make a connection with someone, on any level, even the purely physical ( Read more... )

He lied ( Read more... )

Well. Lucky break for me, then, isn't it, froods?

Ford Prefect

DON'T PANIC

Congratulations, you hoopy frood! The world is your pan galactic gargle
blaster. Even when you think the Man is getting you down, you can rest
assured that it is only the prelude to another favorable adventure.

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Stepping through the door of the bar, Ford and Trillian exit into Trill's ship. Ford recognizes the distinctive style of the Heart of Gold. Definitely one of the EVA pods, then. No improb drive, but a hyperspace core and a temporal jump drive. Only things they'll be needing on this trip ( Read more... )

Ford is sitting in his bed, the Guide in his lap, open to "Compose" mode. Where it has been the entire night.

This isn't easy for me to write

Delete.

You know how I'm always looking for a good time? Well, now I'm looking for something else.

Delete.

Dump that two-headed egomaniac. He never loved you as much as he loves himself anyway.

Delete ( Read more... )