Joan 2 We soon DO get to the dining area, but not for a meal. Rather, as for lending out first aid to the most grievously wounded! To say that I and the others had not wanted to get in THIS way is a vast understatement. To say that Manfox Fred and his gang are surprised to see us here (and vice versa) is obvious. "No wonder you'd been vague about what you'd done here!" I sigh after the last wound is bound and wounded is carried off for further treatment elsewhere. "That was because we were here!" "It sounds like something I'd do," my whiskered, fox tailed brother from Terra Prime sighs. "I guess what I should ask is what you are doing here, sister? Some new Quest?" "Uh, pardon?" our erstwhile (and perpetually confused) companion from this reality's Earth interrupts. "Do you two . . . know each other?" Arthur Dent "All Hale the prince of obviousness," a . . . .floating slug on a chair mutters, coming up to our side? "Rather apparent they do, don't you think? Of course they know each other! What a better question how the frell did I get HERE? I'd just gotten enough supporters together to regain my throne and next thing I know I hear frellwit here is asking asinine questions!" Why is it that everyone (besides Cuthbert and his group) has to be rude to me? Me and those of Earth in general? . . . "Dominar Rygel the 16th," a cultured, erudite sounding male voice says from the side. "Dare I say I would like to know that myself?" http://www .scifi.com /farscape /characters/ rygel.html "And where is that mechanical b*tch and her friends?" another voice, gravely and deep (beastly) growls. "Scorpius!" shouts the floating slug, drawing back in surprise. http://www.scifi .com/farscape /characters/ scorpius.html Hm, what a strange name! Wonder if it belongs to the first or second voice? The second is kind of frightening, but then given everything I've come across so far wha'ts one more frightening thing? Turning I see the owner of the voice and . . . "Holy GOD!" I shout, almost tripping over myself backing up! It's a walking cadaver in a @#$% gimp suit!! Cuthbert Here's what we finally figure out after it's all said and done. These two characters are not only a crossover from another story, but a story that is one of Betty and Ragan's favorites: Farscape (http://www. scifi.com/farscape/ ), season 1. Information on The stories for the named Rygel and Scorpius (as well as the actual story background) can be found at the URL. I . . . don't really feel like going into it all, but it appears that Inquirer and the Doctor had a run in with this Scorpius chap and Scorpius is still stinging from it (failed to get some kind of "wormhole data" from a guy named Crichton). Don't ask. Why and how exactly they'd got here isn't really pertinent to the here and now for my group. Manfox Fred's group and my group are ships in the night, passing each other and since Manfox Fred's here to collect these two characters . . . it's not my problem! My group still needs to get back to Earth and all that and Manfox Fred's heading . . . elsewhere with the now "blockified" characters (chasing them down must have been a story in itself, for later back on Terra Prime)! But still . . . But it appears that these two people have gotten swept up and are the Key Carriers that Manfox Fred's group are after. Given the survival skills (or just plain luck) of these two it's an obvious choice. Even though (just why exactly here I don't know) they'd been sucked to here, these two would manage to stay safe and alive until later for collection by the Army of Darkness. These two wayward Fascapian characters aren't our problem (exactly). Manfox Fred's group has to take care of their Quest (and that means taking care of the characters). Not something we can help with, really. Given that we still have to get the herb we need to fix that one centauress' (Ravenmane's) memories, we'll have our hands full as it stands. Why? One thing their arrival, these aliens from another reality, might not have been the sole cause of what befell the Restraunt. It didn't help matters though. See, Inquirer called it (in her emails) Universal physics assimilation: the process of one's physics being warped and altered (permanently) into something akin to another's. In this case the physics of this realm (or what passes for it, amusing twisted as they are) will eventually change over to Whovian (Star Trek, whatever) physics. It's not going to be a quick process (the change won't go without a fight), give it about fifty years or so. Right now the more esoteric and involved physics have been subverted. Meaning that while that neat trick the Restaurant could be done by Whovian physics (so I guess, I'm a Gunslinger, not a mathematician), you'd have to do it by the Doctor's universe's rules (and not the Hitchhiker's usual means). Now, I'm not exactly sure but I think that the manager's mechanic's presently knowledge on how to fix the Restaurant is changing over to something that'll work. If that confused muttering (like he's having an argument with himself) means what I think it means. Then again, it needn't always translate over. Some things might just become beyond the state of the art, you know. I mean, it might be possible for a Time Lord to manage it but anyone less is SOL. . . . Marvin's already shut himself down after almost having blown a few logic circuits over matters like that. Can't say I miss his stimulating conversation . . . . . . So does this mean that the Hear of Gold is useless yet, though? Has the alteration gotten to that point (and will there still be tea needed after it's said and done)? Don't think that we ever say that in the Doctor Who TV series. . . . Then again, if I remember something what Betty said there was an episode written by Douglass Adams . . Later
Joan 2 "We . . .might have a problem," Solomon sighs. "The Heart of Gold doesn't have a pulse. However, we DO have that equation that Inquirer left us in email AND we have one person here with a Touch."
"Meaning that they want ME to go and fly a spaceship through a wormhole?" Cuthbert blinks, too taken aback by the very thought (and thus not his usual, confident sounding self). "Uh, is that a good idea? I've gotten the handle on a lot of things, but . . ." "Cuthbert, the manimals got here in their ship via their empathic powers," I say softly. "The felt their way through the wormhole's bowels to this place. According to Betty's emails the one known as Crichton navigated through them using a heightened version of smell, in as far as ESP goes! You'll do fine!" Later still . . . After my husband having warned off Zaphod from a jet black spaceship that had belong to some kind of "plutonium rock band", saying that if he wanted to dive into a star with that stunt ship, that was his business (and only HIS business, count US out)! See that he and the others have lots of questions (understandably), one being how he could possibly know that. So far, we haven't gotten such a question and I for one don't feel like volunteering any more information than we need to, thanks! It's rather crazy sounding, true or not, really even for this place. . . . Instead, we opt for the Restaurant manager's ship (a cool little number indeed). He'd been tripping over himself after he'd done some research on who my husband (and the rest of us) were. Hadn't done it while we'd been hassled in the lobby area but somewhere between then and now, his curiousity had gotten the best of him and MY he'd been falling all over himself trying to please. See, we're the Ka-Tet Corporation and we own the Hithchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. If word gets out through US how we'd been treated we could bring him to a lot of grief, business wise. . . . So Cuthbert had basically asked (none to nicely) for the guy's ship and voila, we got a ship! Not like we could use the Heart of Gold, after what Arthur managed to do! We'd been busy with other things back in the lobby to fix him tea and he'd gone back to the ship and asked the ship's computer to make him some and . . . .he'd locked the blasted thing up in almost overload! It wasn't going anywhere (even after the police arrived and started crawling all over it) . . . Yet another reason why to vacate the area via other means, but still . . . Tell me why that thing is so strained by such a simple drink, please? Sigh, anyay . . . And being that we want to avoid possible confrontations with Vogon's we are avoiding the usual means of travel afforded by this kind of ship (i.e. the hyperspace lanes), thus this rather . . . dubious means of travel via wormhole. Oh, it worked (I think) for Manfox Fred's gang, but would it work for us? Of COURSE not!! This universe is getting back at us for bypassing it's obstacles, now!
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