(no subject)
[pre-Milliways: Subsequent to the events you have just witnessed...]
The front door of Milliways cre-e-eaks open, just a bit. Those looking from the right angle may see the rubble of a demolished building just outside the door.
There are muffled voices:
"It's creepy. I swear it's lookin' at me..."
"Don't be stupid, it's a plant. Just--hey, watch it!"
A clatter of objects being spilled on the ground, and then something small and green rolls in through the open door, coming to rest several feet inside.
It's a plant. A tiny little plant in a tiny little pot, lying sideways on the floor.
Very strange. And interesting.
And, to certain patrons, more than a little familiar.
The front door of Milliways cre-e-eaks open, just a bit. Those looking from the right angle may see the rubble of a demolished building just outside the door.
There are muffled voices:
"It's creepy. I swear it's lookin' at me..."
"Don't be stupid, it's a plant. Just--hey, watch it!"
A clatter of objects being spilled on the ground, and then something small and green rolls in through the open door, coming to rest several feet inside.
It's a plant. A tiny little plant in a tiny little pot, lying sideways on the floor.
Very strange. And interesting.
And, to certain patrons, more than a little familiar.