Originally posted by Draygon
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"We need a vacation." Adaris said from behind Los.
"You are on vacation, silly." Los said, smirking. "I am working."
"Point still stands. Vacation. You. Me." he said.
"And where will we go?" Los said.
"Hera's nice this time of year." Adaris said absently.
Los turned around slowly.
"You just want to see the progress on my mothership, don't you." Los said coolly.
"You do need a ship. How the heck you manage this place without one is beyond me. And like I said, Hera's nice this time of year. The sounds of the oceans, the majestic scenery. It's not even in the Local Group, so you won't be disturbed from events from here."
Los looked at Adaris. He sat on the bed, face as hard as a stone.
"I have work to do." Los said quietly. "We'll go on."
Los smiled, then left.
Draygon and Multiverse travel. Why would want such a thing. Why not a TARDIS? Why not a Stargate? Why why why....
Los walked into the kitchens to get some food. The cooks had a plate left for him ready, and Los took it, with a nod to the main cook, and left. Normally, he didn't get good meals, but while Draygon was gone, Los got to get her normal food. Her food was prepared weeks before, anyways, then thrown out after two weeks, due to her inane eating habits. She'd get up in the middle of the night and pull out a plate. Good grief, Los thought.
Los sat down at a table on a balcony. A few people were here, eating their dinners, with friends. Representatives, and men in high places. As soon as he sat down, a servant ran up to him for a tablet to sign. Los whipped out his stylus, and wrote his name with just a glance at the short document. It was the finishing touch to an agreement for the cleaning staff's contract to have another 300 men and women added onto staff. The servant hurried away.
Los began to eat. Pleasant steak, heavily peppered, with a side of mashed potatoes, and a cup of gravy. Traditional Earth food, a rare delicacy. Whatever could have driven Draygon to adapt Earthen food styles was beyond Los, but he didn't mind. The food was good. Although, the amount of pepper in this could have been reduced. It had a pleasant aftertaste. Los' eyes began to blur. He hadn't known he was this sleepy. Pepper...Los tried to breathe, but couldn't. He blinked, and blinked, to see, but his eyes grew more blurry. What...what was wrong? Los cast his mind about. He wanted to sleep....pepper....pepper for....pepper to mask...
Poison.
Los fell off his chair, onto the floor, gasping for air.
(TGCC)
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