[Milliways: Suite 132 Suitewarming]

[slayer_fray]

Lilly and Mel have out done themselves.

There's no theme to this party, no gimmicks, other than the 'welcome to our suite and please get very drunk' idea, and this aim has been faciliatated by the huge numbers of bottles of all sorts of alcohol covering the galley kitchen. The breakfast bar boasts five huge bowls of punch, the dining table is covered in assorted snacks and dips, and brightly coloured balloons cover the floor, and, despite the best efforts by a certain boyfriend to use helium for comedy voice purposes, the ceiling as well.

The door to the main bathroom stands open, and a large pile of freshly laundered towels stand on the way to the hot tub, above which a large sign declares: clothing optional.

Mel's bedroom door is shut and locked, protecting weaponry and other valuables, while Lilly's room is opened, and her Bathroom is very clearly labelled.

Out on the balcony, the barbeque takes pride of place among a vast amount of meat, just waiting to be made use of.

The centre of the living area is cleared, but a box of Twister has been placed very obviously on top of the locked entertainment centre.

Suite 132 is open for business

Comments

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Eh... just the human body. Nothing to be ashamed of really. S'a beautiful thing."

He gulps from his current cocktail.

"Not much different from when we last talked actually. Tutoring Claire, learning from Arithon, teaching Gimli English. And Svava is about to start up my rune magic lessons again, I think."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He opens his mouth, but he has a feelig he'll just be told he's being silly again, so he closes it instead of speaking and sighs tiredly.

"If you say so. I still say it'd be perfectly beautiful under a decent dress."

Then he thinks on recent events and grins at Indy.

"Oh, but, I do have news. My grandfather's come to Milliways."

Belgarath would probably appreciate this party. Belgarath would probably be in the hot tub already.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

It would only be mildly less disgusting than Beldin in the hot tub.

"Oh?" he says with a smile. "That's wonderful for you all. How's he enjoying it?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Endless ale with no Aunt Pol to scold him? How do you think he's enjoying it?"

He's laughing though.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Heh. True."

"Sticking around then, I take it," he says with a grin. "I's like to meet him. Sounds like we'd have a bit in common."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"A little..."

He smirks, and then it fades.

"Though there's something he's not telling me. He's from my future, from a few years ahead of me...and there seems to be something bothering him. Of course, there's the trouble that seems to be starting here..."

He looks to Indy.

"Have...have I spoken to you about that?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's brow furrows slightly as he shakes his head. "Trouble? No."

"Is Ce'Nedra ok?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He nods briskly.

"Yes, yes, she's fine..."

He gives a rueful little grin.

"We even had a little fight over that TV thing you showed me."

A sigh.

"But I am worried."

He looks to Indy.

"If anything should, say, happen to me, you'd, uh, you'd take care of Ce'Nedra, wouldn't you?"

He turns away and stares at the floor and for the first time, it's not to avoid the naked.

"I don't mean to lay a burden on you, but I know she'd need someone. She wouldn't act like it, because she's too proud, but...she'd need people."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Of course I would. You have my word... but," Indy's frown hardens, "what the hell's goin' on? Spill it."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."

He looks at the party in full swing.

"I, uh, I don't want to bring you down. You were having a good time and I'm sure my, uh, attitudes about this sort of thing is already getting on your nerves."

Besides, there's not a thing you can do anyway.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He cocks his head. "You're fine. This is a good education for ya."

"But if you'd rather wait..."

He doesn't shrug, and he's quite concerned.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Dreams. And visions. And a visit from my Grandmother."

His eyes turn to Indy.

"The sort-of dead one."

He looks out at the party again.

"I just... the last time things like this happened was before I... before..."

Garion sighs and his head drops.

"I'm just worried I'll have to do something, and I'm really not sure I'll be able to do it."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Feelings might be getting thrown off by this strange location? And, well, what does the prophecy say?"

He touches his temple to illustrate which one he's talking about.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"The same as always: nothing useful. He can't tell me much. It's against the rules."

He really really hates the rules.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Grandfather have any insights?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He snorts.

"So far? Nothing. I think he's as clueless as I am, which is disturbing, to be honest. Mostly he's just trying to keep me distracted...and keep my spirits up."

He smiles as he thinks of his bartending shift.

"I'm glad he's here."

He means it a little differently now.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy, on the other hand, worries slightly about the timing of his Grandfather's arrival at this apparently troubling juncture. It doesn't bode particularly well.

He scratches his head. "Hell of a lot of people here who can help you out in a tight spot." Somehow, he has the feeling that his reassurance will be of little use.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Not if that's not how it's supposed to go."

He really really hates the rules.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy rubs his forehead. "So, what are we talking about? Because we've kinda got the apocalypse covered here once a day."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

He takes a deep sip from his drink and shakes his head with a growl.

"I don't know. If I knew, do you think I'd be this worried?"

He sighs and calms down before putting his drink down.

"I just know I'm going to have to fight."

His eyes are a little worried but a lot frantic as he looks at Indy.

"Don't tell anyone, please. I don't want to, and I wouldn't do it lightly, you know that. I don't like causing trouble. I'm just...apparently really good at it. Or fixing it. Or something."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy puts a comforting hand on Garion's shoulder. "You've done whatever it is you did before. You cna do it again. I have faith in you."

"Nobody's going to begrudge you having to fight here, if that's what you truly have to do. Destiny is unopposable, really."

"If I can help in any way other than that you already mentioned, please let me know."

At the moment he's considering getting Garion extremely drunk, just to take his mind off things for a evening. And, the strength of the cocktails is such that it shouldn't take much. Indy has a nice buzz already.

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

That might not be a bad idea, though it's Indy's own fault if he gets to hear Garion sing.

The boy invents notes that weren't there before...and they weren't there for a good reason.

"I don't know I've done it before. And I don't know I can do it again."

And Aunt Pol isn't here.

It only hit him at times like this just how much he missed her, just how much he'd come to depend on her. His journey to Cthol Mishrak had been one thing, but he'd somehow been glad she was there for all of the horrible things that had happened there...because she was his Aunt Pol, his rock, the axis upon which his world turned for so long.



If it helps Indy, Garion takes a big gulp from his drink.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

And now he has a second drink being offered, to replace the dregs of the first.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. How can you not know about before, if this thing feels the same?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"Because I don't know who I'll be facing...and that makes all the difference."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"What did you face before?" he follows up. "A dark god if I remember correctly."

"Can it be any worse than that?"