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Crossroads Inc.:
"OK So is everyone here?"

"Alright then Lets get started"

All too soon, Trillan and Lintilla began to dig into the soft soil around the valley.. Lintillas wagon was full of supplies and native foods that should be moved indoors as quick as possible. Marvin, much against what he wanted to do, had been persuaded to start hacking at the trees in the small valley for building materials.
"I won't like it of course,"
"You don't have to like it, just do it!"
"Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and what do they have me do? Chopping trees, hell of a job for an robot if you ask me, no sense at all."

Meanwhile, Trillan and Lintilla, against all odds, actually seemed to be enjoying themselves.
"I have to say, Im quite enjoying myself, what was it, Trillian?"
"Well you are an archeologist, I'd say digging was in your blood."
"Yes but this is different, were not just uncovering the past, but digging a future!"

"Speak for yourself, the both of you" piped up Arthur" Ive had quite enough of caves and I'll be happy when I can sleep inside a nice building again" The others just chuckled as Arthur and Slartibartfast gathered what foods the could find in the small valley.


As they filled up their first meager stockpile with food, Ford looked around. "You know Arthur does have a point, we really should start getting together some sort of shelter for the night, at least something so we wont be out in the cold."
"I heartily agree with your Ford, Marvin? Could you start moving those rocks over there?"
"Ah, mindtaxing time again..."
"Oh please come on Marvin, you are a robot, and are the strongest of us."
"Oh ok, but Im not going to like it."

Soon enough, with Marvins strong, if depressed efforts, a simple rock shelter began to take shape.


For the first few nights they slept there.  Occasionally Ford and Aurthur scouted around the area, always on watch for anyone else who might show up, friend or foe... Trillan and Lintilla had begun to get along quite nicely digging out more storerooms into the hillside as Slartibartfast had slowly begun to enjoy having a quiet life for once.  Only Zaphod remained restless, itching for something more exciting. Eventually something more exciting did happen in the form of Arthur and Ford returning with some debris from the ship.
"Are you sure it isnt dangerous at all? The rest of the ship is full of radiation rigt now"
"I ran it through the scan-o-matic, its quite safe, seems it came off before the leak happend"
"But why bring it back? what use is it?"
"Thin metal tubing? Some copper pots and, most improbable of all, some unbroken glass jars? Zaphod, friend of friends, you and I both need something.. somethign we haven't got since we crashed here!"
Zaphods heads seemed to light up for a moment as he seized the long coiled tubing.
"Your right! I know what I need, I know what we BOTH need!"
A very Stiff  DRINK!


And so it was, that all too soon, the firs shelter, the place they could sleep and rest, was entirely given over to the fermentation of sugers...

Crossroads Inc.:
((cue music“Journey of the Sorcerer”))

As the days passed, the brave shipwrecked crew of the Heart of Gold slowly, albeit reluctantly, into a simpler existence with the universe... The wood was gathered up and placed in a newly dug stockpile.  The smells of fermented sugers filled the air as Zaphod labored away at the only thing he seemed to be good at, making alcohol...

Arthur and Trillian meanwhile had just finished stacking the last of the wood...
"Well I gues we wont be going cold when winter comes.. Still I don't know what else to do with the stuff."
"Nor I Aurthur, Shame theres not a Carpenter among us."
"I can do it..." sulked Marvin suddenly
"You? Since when you do you  know anythign about woodworking?"
"I have a Brain the size of a planet, I have data and instructions on how to construct virtually anything in existance."
"Goodness Marvin, why didnt you ever tell us!"
"You never asked..."

All too soon Marvin had picked up a bundle of wood, with the speed that only a Machine of infinite complexity could do, Marvins hands moved with a blur as in a matter of moments a barrel seemed to rize from the wood..
"Marvin! Thats incredable!"
"Its rubbish if you ask me... Of course no one ever dose, So  I dont know why I keep talking.. Oh god Im so depressed..."

Construction on woodworking

Meanwhile, Arthur had gone up to see Ford at a pond over looking the valley.

"Explain this to me again Ford?"
"Look, bad things always happen to us"
"That seems to go without saying"
"Exactly, and say, having this pond burst and flood the valley, would be a bad thing"
"Well yes, I wouldn't want it happening Ford"
"Precisely, which means sooner or later its bound to happen! Probably when we least need it. So the only thing to do is get it out of the way now when were ready for it!"
"but Im not ready- Ford what are you, ahhhhh!!!"

And down into the pond Arthur went, a few moments later it burst open, flooding the valley.

As the water, and incidentally Arthur dent came spilling out of the pond.. a small turtle bellow happened to look up...

"Oh no.. Not again" was curiously the only thing that went through its head before Aurthur landed on it with a wet Squish.

Several days latter.. as the valley was still drying out from Fords moment of inspiration... Lintilla and Trillian had, at last, dug a more permanent sleeping area for the castaways.  Seemingly since every building they had thus far constructed seemed to inexplicable get filled with work of some type.. Marvin had, still to the amazement of everyone except Zaphod Bebblebrox who had become obsessed with brewing everything possible under the sun, churned out all manor of wooden objects, Barrels, doors, bins, and, to the infinite comfort of Arthur, and everyone else..
Beds.

"Good night Earthman"
"Good night Slarti old friend"

"Night Zaphod"
"Night Ford"

"Good night Trillian, always nice working with you"
"Night Lintilla, hope some day I meet some of your better halfs."
"Oh, I hope so too.."

And so, another day was passed...

Randall Octagonapus:
so far I like it

Crossroads Inc.:
I've been doing this for a while and have more set up, but last time I only got about two comments,  I figured there would be more Hitchhiker fans who would want to see more, but I don't know how much more I'll post without responses.

LegoLord:
If you like doing it, don't worry about responses. 

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