So far, this place had not really begun to grow on Arachne. Sure, some of the people seemed nice enough (although others made him want to maim them,) but there was something *wrong* with this place! For one thing, it was a huge ship, and for another... well, that was mostly it, actually. Still, he was looking forward to getting into his room and actually *relaxing* for once!
"200... 201, this is it, then." he murmured, shoving the scrap of paper he'd been reading from into the lone pocket in his skirt before he turned the doorknob. "I wonder..." His thought was never finished, though, as he was suddenly preoccupied with fixing the fake breast on his left side with his free hand.
Surprised by the voice, Arachne very nearly *dropped* his fake, fixing it quickly before he entered. They hadn't said anything about roommates, or at least hadn't mentioned that Arachne had one...
.... Or that there was only one bed. What the hell were they thinking?! And on top of that, his roommate was.... some old guy? Restraining his eyetwitch, Arachne cleared his throat lightly. "This is 201, right?" he asked, glancing to the door again. ".... They're not very forthcoming with information, are they?"
In spite of his irritation, Arachne closed the door. This was, in fact, cabin 201, and that was, in fact, the number on his sheet...
Palpatine's eyes widened at the sight of Arachne. They'd sent a woman to room with him? As far as he knew, men roomed with men and women with women on this ship except in cases of family or engagement. How curious!
He smiled hesitantly. "No, they're not. I didn't realize when I arrived that I'd have a roommate, either. ...are you SURE this is where you were assigned?"
"Well, it is room 201, right?" Arachne mused, pulling the paper from his pocket. Sure enough, it had this room number written on it, along with his name. "I find it a little more disconcerting that they only give one bed, but whatever."
"Indeed it is," Palpatine replied. "And your name is Arachne? If so, you have the dubious honor of replacing Alucard as my roommate. That's your side of the bed." He nodded his head indicating the space beside him. Really, the beds were quite large -- three or four people could sleep comfortably in them, even more if they were... friendly. But people did tend to get hung up on the fact that there was only one bed, for some reason.
He smiled broadly at Arachne. "Though, if you tend to roll about in your sleep, and you end up on my side... that's not a problem at all. I don't mind."
"That's the name, yeah. It's just strange." he murmured, shaking his head. "... I don't think either of us have to worry about that. Although if I do roll, I apologize in advance if I end up kicking you." Arachne seemed perfectly normal, and in spite of his irritation, he didn't seem too terribly bothered by Palpatine.
Arachne didn't kick in his sleep, though. Nor did he roll around at night... but he *would* kick if he so much as thought Palpatine was too close.
"Are you from Earth?" asked Palpatine conversationally. It seemed most everyone here was.
He thought about pointing out to the Council that they'd made a mistake, assigning a woman to room with a man, but he'd see how things went first. He certainly wasn't opposed to the idea of sharing a room with this very attractive female!
"Earth? Well... something like that. The place I came from was pretty close to Earth." Arachne replied, shrugging and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, absently. "What about you?" he mused, watching Palpatine idly. At least if he feigned interest, maybe he could find some use for his new roommate.
Palpatine raised his eyebrows. "Close to Earth? I was under the impression that no other planets in Earth's solar system could sustain human life. Is that not actually the case?"
Palpatine scooted down to sit beside Arachne so that the other wouldn't have to look backwards in order to see him. It seemed a more conversational way to sit.
"I'm not from Earth. I lived on a planet called Coruscant, and originally come from the planet Naboo." Perhaps this news wouldn't be greeted with surprise if Arachne was accustomed to other dimensions.
Tilting his head, Arachne chuckled. "Not much of a spiritual man, I guess." he mused, shaking his head. "I see. I don't believe I've ever heard of those places... the places we lived within were more like... 'layers'. Anagura was my home." If Palpatine was used to the structure of Hell, or even if he'd ever enjoyed, say, Dante's Inferno, he would recognize Anagura as being the very top level of Hell, close to the Earth itself.
"... I'm beginning to think that everyone should be prepared to receive answers that don't make any sense to them, around here." he mused. For a moment, he wondered what Mad Hatter would think, were she... it... to show up here. Not that Arachne wanted to deal with the scheming bitch ever again.
Palpatine smiled serenely. "The spiritual world as I know it is... well, let's just say I'm not sure how it coincides with Earthen realms." Of hell, Palpatine knew nothing, save for what he'd studied in the media center since he arrived here.
"Sounds like you're already adjusting quite well. I was still expecting things to make sense after several days. I've long since given up that notion." His tone was pleasant, though -- he'd found life on the ship to be quite pleasurable recently. "How are you feeling? Tired? Space-sick?"
At that, Arachne gave a musing chortle. "Not a lot makes sense anymore, even where I came from." he replied, arching a brow. "Typically, just a little confused. The rocking of the ship is a little strange, but I've yet to feel sick. Tired, perhaps, but that's to be expected when you find yourself flat on the floor rather than splattered across the bottom of a pit of unknown depth." Actually, the departure from that pit was the *only* think that was bothering Arachne anymore. Well, that and how he had managed to gather up a pair of fake breasts before the transfer happened. Not that he was complaining, of course!
"I'm sorry... splattered in a pit? What exactly were you doing before you wound up here?" Palpatine asked, chuckling. It must have been far more exciting than what he'd been doing.
"I was jumping off a cliff in order to save my sister and her idiot friend from the collapse of the place they were in." Arachne replied, a certain fondness in his voice. "Although if you want to be particular, I suppose you could say I was watching a wedding, during which I was stabbed and realized what I really *should* be doing." he added, a twinge of guilt in his voice.
Palpatine listened in awe. "Forgive me, but... how would jumping off of a cliff save your friends? And how could you be watching a wedding at the same time? If you don't mind my asking. Just tell me to mind my own business if you're so inclined." So skilled was he at keeping up his mild-mannered persona that it blended nearly seamlessly with his true nature by now.
"200... 201, this is it, then." he murmured, shoving the scrap of paper he'd been reading from into the lone pocket in his skirt before he turned the doorknob. "I wonder..." His thought was never finished, though, as he was suddenly preoccupied with fixing the fake breast on his left side with his free hand.
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The door had started to open, then stopped. "Hello?" he called out in a cheerful voice. "Who's there? Come in!"
Even if it wasn't his roommate, he never minded a little company. He set his reading aside and sat up a little straighter.
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.... Or that there was only one bed. What the hell were they thinking?! And on top of that, his roommate was.... some old guy? Restraining his eyetwitch, Arachne cleared his throat lightly. "This is 201, right?" he asked, glancing to the door again. ".... They're not very forthcoming with information, are they?"
In spite of his irritation, Arachne closed the door. This was, in fact, cabin 201, and that was, in fact, the number on his sheet...
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He smiled hesitantly. "No, they're not. I didn't realize when I arrived that I'd have a roommate, either. ...are you SURE this is where you were assigned?"
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He smiled broadly at Arachne. "Though, if you tend to roll about in your sleep, and you end up on my side... that's not a problem at all. I don't mind."
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Arachne didn't kick in his sleep, though. Nor did he roll around at night... but he *would* kick if he so much as thought Palpatine was too close.
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He thought about pointing out to the Council that they'd made a mistake, assigning a woman to room with a man, but he'd see how things went first. He certainly wasn't opposed to the idea of sharing a room with this very attractive female!
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Palpatine scooted down to sit beside Arachne so that the other wouldn't have to look backwards in order to see him. It seemed a more conversational way to sit.
"I'm not from Earth. I lived on a planet called Coruscant, and originally come from the planet Naboo." Perhaps this news wouldn't be greeted with surprise if Arachne was accustomed to other dimensions.
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"... I'm beginning to think that everyone should be prepared to receive answers that don't make any sense to them, around here." he mused. For a moment, he wondered what Mad Hatter would think, were she... it... to show up here. Not that Arachne wanted to deal with the scheming bitch ever again.
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"Sounds like you're already adjusting quite well. I was still expecting things to make sense after several days. I've long since given up that notion." His tone was pleasant, though -- he'd found life on the ship to be quite pleasurable recently. "How are you feeling? Tired? Space-sick?"
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"Not a lot makes sense anymore, even where I came from." he replied, arching a brow. "Typically, just a little confused. The rocking of the ship is a little strange, but I've yet to feel sick. Tired, perhaps, but that's to be expected when you find yourself flat on the floor rather than splattered across the bottom of a pit of unknown depth." Actually, the departure from that pit was the *only* think that was bothering Arachne anymore. Well, that and how he had managed to gather up a pair of fake breasts before the transfer happened. Not that he was complaining, of course!
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