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[stranded_ford]

A sober(ish) Ford Prefect was an unhappy Ford Prefect. The fact had been stated before, but now it was being proven. He grumbled. He bitched. He moaned. He kept peeking into his empty bottle of Ol’ Janx Spirit when he hoped it wasn’t paying attention, but it had thus far failed to refill itself

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[dreaming_cowboy]

Spike considers the gesture, hands in his back pockets, even checking behind him. It hadn't looked exactly friendly, as gestures went. Spike could tell. He's something of an expert at angry gestures people could make at him. "You waving at me, or the sky?"

[stranded_ford]

"Sky," Ford said simply. "The sky and that mind-buggeringly, deppressingly empty of anything resembling a decent starship expanse of nothing." It was enough to get almost any sane person down. Luckily, Ford Prefect had never really been sane.

[dreaming_cowboy]

Neither is Spike, come to that, but it gets him down all the same.

"Yeah, I hear that," he says, and then stares upwards and makes a rude gesture of his own at it. "It's as bad as that ship on the beach no one can get to work. So it just sits there like it's mocking us."

[stranded_ford]

"Great Zarquon, I hate that fucking ship. Honestly, there has to be enough combined brain power here to get in running, but no. A bunch of monkeys banging on it with wrenches would have gotten further than... Wait. Never mind. That's pretty much what this place is already." Ford was starting to get sick of ape descendants.

[dreaming_cowboy]

"At least the boats work, although al that means is we can be stuck somewhere else on this damn planet," Spike says. He has no high hopes for what the rest of the planet holds; nothing's flown over in all the time he's been looking, after all.

[stranded_ford]

Ford went deep into thought for a moment at the mention of boats. "That might not be a bad idea actually. I was stuck on a primitive planet for five years once. And I spent three or so of them exploring it. There was nothing to see really, but I got away from the idiots I was stuck with."

[dreaming_cowboy]

"That's what I'm hoping," Spike says, fishing out a cigarette. "'course, the food's probably going to be terrible," he adds, suddenly sounding somewhat gloomy over the prospect.