h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

...Unless he doesn't love you, or he hurts you, then it can be a curse

*Goes silent, her face still betraying no emotion.*

But of course...

*dances up to and around her as he says*

Everyone loves you, and no-one would ever wish to hurt you, would they?

*Looks away.*

Could we change the subject?

*Makes eye contact again.*

You said I was interesting... what makes me that way?

oohh lots of things, the little tiny bits of...

*tries to think of a word simple enough to fit in both the language he's using and her understanding and intelligence*

.. stuff, that make your body to the things in you life which have sculpted in the detail... or did you mean what about you do I find interesting?

Yes... what about me is so interesting?

*Trying hard not to lose her temper.*

*grins*

Oh this and that, the way you are so emotional and yet you hide them away as much as you can. The speed and dexterity with which you steal. the shape of your legs

*winks*

as I said, this and that

*Recoils in polite shock, but the mask pops back up as soon as she recovers.*

There are far more interesting things in this world than I, especially for a god.

oh, not really, most things become boring if you're immortal, but women? Never!

*Snorts in polite laughter, and sits down on the bunk.*

Since you are a god of the people we are about to pay a visit to, what can we expect?

Not that I trust you, anyway...

assuming they haven't changed, deceit and treachory. They never do anything except for their own amusement. But they hate the elves of the light. They will sacrifice Lilandra if they find her.

*A slight expression passes across her face, as she engages in a great internal struggle.*

*Still dancing around the room*

I am, of course, assuming you wish for lilandra to survive, which may not, of course, be the case

I don't care...

*In reality, she really does care- she's just not sure whether she wants her dead or alive because of her relationship with Cal.*

Ohh, you don't don't you? You know if I was gulible I'd believe you

**

* Crosses her arms on her chest, and looks out the porthole.*

*Jovially Bob scolds Shairi*

You shouldn't frown, you'll spoil your pretty face by giving it nasty horrid wrinkles

I'm mortal- if someone doesn't inhume me while I'm young, I'll get them anyway.

*Continues looking out the porthole, when she notices a splash in the ocean. Becomes very interested when a second Cal-shaped form lands in the water, grabs the first body, and paddles for the coast. She stands, mouth agape in horror.*

Cal... </>

*Bob starts to look petulant*

Oh stop moping over him, he'll be alright... well for the time being, anyway

*Glares at him with a mixture of shock and contempt, and tries to push past him to get to the deck.*