By The Insanities
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Arrival~*~*~*~
"Ow! That was my foot!"
"That was my head!"
"This was a really great idea, Mithborien!"
"Oh shut up!"
"Where are we?"
With a sickening jerk the front door to the Tardis was wrenched open causing The Insanities to fall out with more shrieks.
After Mithborien had finished with the controls, the Tardis had gone into a weird spin of astronomical proportions and an all-consuming blackness, although that might have been because the lights had gone out again. In the confusing darkness the three had managed to make their way to the entry corridor of the Tardis. Although this was an accident as Finarfëwen and Jynethe were attempting to strangle Mithborien while she was attempting to get away from them, very, very fast. Consequently all three had fallen against the entry door to the Tardis when it finally stopped moving.
"God damn it," said Finarfëwen hazily. "Three knocks to the head in one day is more than enough, puh-lease."
She stood up and shook her head, nearly causing her to fall over again. She rubbed her eyes then took a look around. After she had done that she rubbed her eyes again and took another, longer look around.
"Right," she said slowly. "It's still there."
"What is?" asked Jynethe as she too got to her feet and looked around. Her eyes widened. "Oh, I see. Mithborien?"
"What?" Mithborien replied sharply as she finally made herself vertical. The other two had landed on her. She looked around then looked at the other two. "So what?"
Jynethe and Finarfëwen looked flabbergasted as they both gestured loosely to their surroundings. Mithborien looked at them weirdly before taking another look around.
They were standing in a long rectangular room with a marble floor that had an inlaid eye-crossing pattern stretched across it. Flashy looking chandeliers hung from a low vaulted ceiling that was painted a deep turquoise. Concealed mood lighting emphasised the colour, as well as the eight-yard-long marble-topped bar whose fronting consisted of nearly twenty thousand Antarean Mosaic Lizard skins stitched together-
"Hey, wait a moment," Jynethe interrupted. "Antarean Mosaic Lizard skins?"
Mithborien nodded.
"How do you know that?" Finarfëwen asked.
Mithborien shrugged. "I just do… hey, how did you know what I was thinking?" she demanded suspiciously of Jynethe.
"You weren't thinking," Jynethe responded. "You were writing it. Simple enough for me to read it."
"Oh."
"That still doesn't explain where we are?" Finarfëwen wailed.
"We're at Milliways," Mithborien said patiently.
"That explains nothing!" Finarfëwen wailed again.
"Nice chandeliers though," Jynethe commented thoughtfully.
"What?"
"Although, I'm a little worried about that turquoise col- Arrgh!"
Mithborien turned sharply at Jynethe's scream, consequently getting another dizzy head rush. When her vision returned to normal, she realised what Jynethe had screamed at.
A small, wizened dark-suited green waiter who was unmistakably alien had approached the three and was now waiting patiently for their attention.
Finarfëwen, however, was gripping her attention like a scythe and under no circumstance was she about to give it up. "That is IT!" she screamed. "Where are we, who the frell are you…" She looked down, "and what am I wearing?"
It was at that moment that she realised she was dressed a floor length purple gown with white bands wrapping around the bodice and one split purple sleeve that grazed the floor as well.
Taking her hint, Jynethe also looked down to see that she too, was not in her usual clothes. She wore a calf length, off white dress with contrasting charcoal trims on the neck and waist and see through veils of the same colour covering her arms. She shifted uneasily on charcoal platform sandals that tied half way up her leg. "Why are we dressed like this?" She paused and thought for a moment. "Scratch that, how are we dressed like this?"
Mithborien didn't answer. She was too busy looking at the sparkling blue dress she wore. Beaded armbands joined to a jewelled bodice that flowed into a sheer organza skirt that split up to her thigh. She spun around on stilettos. "Wow, this is a great dress."
"Mithborien!"
"What?" she shouted back at Jynethe.
"How… Why? What… Where… Who…"
"Heh hem," the green waiter coughed politely. "If I may interrupt, on many occasions customers have been disorientated by the time journey."
"What?" Jynethe exclaimed. "What time journey?"
"This is the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. It would be a little inconvenient to wait for the End by the normal progression of time."
"End of what?"
"The universe, of course."
"Wait," Finarfëwen interrupted. "You're telling us we're going to see the end of the universe, this universe!"
"Yes."
"But won't we be KILLED!"
"Killed?" the waiter looked indignant. "Of course not. This is a five star restaurant; our customers receive the highest service and always will. After the show you will be returned to your own time-"
"How?"
"How?" Mithborien repeated in surprise. "How hard did you hit your head?"
"Which time?" Finarfëwen asked. "There were three of them."
"Any, cause you must have hit your head pretty hard to forget that we do have the Tardis, the ship that can travel through time. Remember?"
"Of course I remember but I've never remembered going through time to the end of freakin' time itself before."
"Well there's a first time for everything," Mithborien said loftily turning towards the waiter.
"Heh hem," the waiter interrupted again, his cough a little less polite. "If you would like to continue this conversation over drinks before your dinner-"
"Dinner?" Jynethe asked.
"Drinks?" Finarfëwen asked at the same time.
"Yes," the green waiter said tight-lipped. "If you would care to follow me…" He swept a hand behind him where several smartly dressed people or rather creatures were drinking a wide variety of drinks as they lounged against the bar or relaxing in body hugging chairs surrounding it. "You may order drinks here and your table should be ready shortly."