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

*Whispers*

Look, I think I should talk to Martens alone -- You're a fairly well known WTCU agent, and chances are any CART agent knows exactly who you are. I think I can convince him to spill some information, but not if it looks like you and I are working together.

*whispers*

Oh all /right./ Have your fun, 'han. But what am I to do in the meantime? Do I just hang about and twiddle my thumbs? Come on here. If my habits are as well known as you're saying they are, you should know I'm not one to wait around and do nothing.

You could question Head. Or you could go tell Richardson I'm sorry for loosing my temper and that I promise not to blackmail him. His device -- whatever it was -- is in Gilling's chest.

I'll go retrive him electronic.. thing and get it back to him. If anyone asks, I can say it's mine, and I haven't the slightest clue why Gillings would have it. ...Or something.

I can't stand that guy, anyway. I'd love to see him fry. Did you know he threaneted torture?

Call me crazy, but I think he might be in cahoots with our little Mr. Martens, here.

You may be right. They seemed pretty angry at eachother as we were leaving the Forecastle. Don't tell anyone it's yours. Don't let anyone SEE it. I think it would be easier for Richardson to retrieve it himself, as he has authority over Gillings and therefore could concievably request him to open his seachest.

*Looks deep into her eyes*

And for God's sake, Amelia, be careful. Remeber, this isn't our time, it's theirs. Pre-Women's Liberation. Pre-Equal Rights Amendment. You know? Are you armed?

*laughs at him and grins*

Am I armed...? Honestly,'han, when have you known me to /not/ be armed?

But either way, I agree wholeheartedly with you. I'll talk to Sparky and have him go get his little... device-thing.

But if you're telling me to play the meek, innocent girl game and make everyone think I'm a delicate little flower, you're off your /rocker./ I can playact to a point, 'han, but don't think I'm gonna borrow one of Sarah's dreses and prance about like a princess on holiday. All right?

And don't worry so much. It'll give you wrinkles.

I'm not asking you to playact completely, I'm just making sure you are aware of the attitudes of some of the men on this ship.

Now, if there's nothing else, I suppose I should back into the forecastle.

*smiles*

And don't worry about my wrinkles. I don't plan on growing old anytime soon.

*wink*

*she grins and laughs a bit*

Okay, 'han. PLay nice with the other children, and don't go getting yourself hurt now, okay? I might actually need you about later.

*exits to the deck*

*Watches her leave, smiles, and laughs outloud, then heads for the Forecastle*

*Watches her leave, smiles, and laughs outloud, then heads for the Forecastle*