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indie arthur dent rp blog #ximprobable pls read the rules, as there's actual timeline stuff on there bc I am dumb and have only read the first book

[ximprobable]

           For God's sakes, he could've just gotten a new one. It's not like he needed that particular towel or anything.

          "Excuse me, I'm looking for—-                                           I'm looking for a towel."

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[[ coughs like for a starter ]]

[wouldbreakmyheart-deactivated20]

              Definitely a weird one, he was. He’s wasting no time looking him over again, but this time with less interest on his familiar appearance, and more on trying to figure out just who he was, and what his story happened to be.  Weird ones always had quite the tale to tell.  

                  “Probably?” He disregards, and tilts his head, almost a full nod, when he admits to a ‘yes’.

                        “Ah, and where exactly are you headed? Surely you’re in search of someplace, if you’re lost.” London was big, and confusing to some he supposed, considering they were all mostly ordinary.

                 He appeared ordinary, despite the ‘not quite so’ impression Mycroft is getting. “I’m certain I can guide you in the right direction.”

          Normally, Mycroft wouldn’t take the time of day to waste on someone so…unimportant. He wasn’t exactly someone on his radar, and being as busy as he was-he’d have no problem ending it there. Perhaps it’s the way the man looks, or the odd questions.

                   Either way, he’s offered his help. Too late to sort of…back out now. 

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    Arthur cringes a bit at the the response to the 'probably', but hell, he can brush that off too. But then he's asked for a direction in which he's going, and he honestly has no idea what to say. 

        "Ah, well, sort of." It's more like someone, but he doesn't actually say that, and now he's beginning to regret starting this conversation in the first place. 

    Really well thought out. Award of the millennia goes to Arthur Dent. 

         At the offer of help, he blinks. Well, he supposes he could go home, but it's not like he's been there for awhile, and last time he'd bothered to return there wasn't really much of it left. 

    Then he supposed he just hadn't much cared about it. 

         "I'm waiting on a friend, I think." He really needs to stop sounding so unsure of himself, it's really not helping anything, although he is fairly unsure of himself. 

[wouldbreakmyheart-deactivated20]

                A visitor? He wasn’t expecting any company…and yet sure enough, a familiar face appears.

                                 ”Ah, John,”

                      —— Or not? He’d have composed himself sooner, had he not been stuck, staring. All confusion was wrapped up soon enough, and he clears his throat and straights his jacket when the stranger speaks.

                “Pardon me, I thought you were someone else for a moment.”

              Looks so similar, how peculiar. It wasn’t impossible, just…unlikely. Though clearly he’d just been proved wrong. What was more peculiar were the questions.

                           ”Yes, this is…London, England. Lost, are you?” He’d let the little slip up involving 'earth' disappear.

                              Clearly he wasn’t a stable fellow. 

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        He blinks a bit at the 'John', but brushes it off fairly easily. After all, mistakes happen, and he's just said 'Earth' instead of 'England', so he's not one to ask about mistakes.

                "S'alright." He offers a smile, though it's not entirely genuine, but more like the smile you give to strangers when you accidentally bump into them at the store. 

                  "Uh, probably. Well, yes." It's not exactly too much of a big deal, because it's London, and at least he won't die. 

         Well, hopefully. There's a always a chance. he could get hit by a car or something; less likely things have happened. 

[ximprobable]

      It's definitely Earth, or something that looks a bit too much like it than he would like. 

                 At best guess, he would say London, but who knows? Arthur certainly doesn't. He'd prefer not to ask anyone where he is, but seeing as that's probably the only way to get anywhere. 

      "Excuse me, yes hello— Uhm, this is Earth, right?" Oh, congratulations. Way to make it sound like you're mad. "Sorry, England— uhm, London. Yeah."

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[[ coughs like for a starter ]]

[ximprobable]

        He's lost. But then again, Arthur's mostly always lost, in most of the senses of the word.

        "Sorry, excuse me, can you tell me where I am?"

[phd-in-horribleness]

Magrathea, Factory floor

[ximprobable]

       It's only about eleven am, and Arthur has already decided today is the sort of day you shouldn't even bother to wake up for.

                "Sorry, what?"

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

         ”Y’know                  I’m not actually entirely sure—-“

     He tries to think back, but comes up with a bit of a fuzz. Huh.

             Although, it’s not like it’s exactly life-threatening if he doesn’t know what it was like being a baby.

[avspicivm]

'Ford', he said, 'you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.'

- Arthur Dent "The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy" by Douglas Adams (via avspicivm)

[cosimad]

Martin Freeman | Arthur Dent

For Oakenbranch

[hitchhikersguidetothegalaxy]

'Just stop panicking!' ‘Who said anything about panicking?’ snapped Arthur. ‘This is still just the culture shock. You wait till I’ve settled down into the situation and found my bearings. Then I’ll start panicking.’

Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (via hitchhikersguidetothegalaxy)

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