zarkin_frood:

Who: Marvin and Zaphod
What: Two muses meet/planning things.
Where: round about a hallway.
When: Before the christmas ball.


"Giggles!"

Marvin gave a loathsome, heavy sigh as the bot was obliged to turn around. "Zaphod. What a pleasant suprise." He wouldn't say anything else; there really wasn't a need, nor a point to. Zaphod wouldn't listen, as he was always in his own little world.

"Mr. Mopey Bot! There you are!" Zaphod noted with his normal, extremely flippant smile about his face.

Marvin sighed in much the same matter as he always did when he was forced to be around Zaphod. The least he could do was say Marvin's name, instead of calling him such things as 'Giggles', or 'Mr. Mopey Bot'.

"I have a name, you know." The moody android shook his bulbous head from side to side as he muttered, "Not that you'll ever listen to me." Stupid President.

However, Zaphod decided not to use the android's name and precede right to the point. "So, uh, buddy-thing, it's just you and me... huh." Yay. He thought in the most sarcastic way possible. How was he supposed to party hardy with only the horribly depressing robot and not Tril, or Ford, or even the Earth Man. Anybody but Giggles. Save for a Vogon. Vogons would be even worse than the killjoy android.

Marvin was going through the same thing, allthough it was more limited to depression-tainted thoughts. He didn't seek me out, although I can't blame him. I don't even like being in my own company... I also can't blame this idiot for leaving me behind.

Marvin straightened ever so slightly, as his gears turned and circuits sent a few pulses through his systems. "Pan-Galactic Gargle-Blasters are being served in the bar area of the restaraunt now. Don't thank me or anything." He added after a couple of seconds, "Not that you ever will--"

Zaphod chose this moment to place a casual arm ontop of the bot's head and asked, "Well, since it's only you, and only me, Marv, how's 'bout we go down to the eats and hang out?"

Marvin was in shock, understandably. In fact, he didn't have a proper reply as his circuits started to overheat a tad. "I don't... understand."

Neither did Zaphod, in all honesty. Perhaps it was simply because Zaphod was lonely, or that Marv was the only familiar thing in the hotel to begin with...

"Oh... yeah. About that ball..."

"What ball?" Marv replied with a curious tone undermining his normally dull voice. Glowing green triangular eyes turned towards the President of the Galaxy as the bulbous, light silver head cocked to the side with some sort of depressed intrest.

"The Christmas... thing." Zaphod waved a slightly buzzed arm about for a couple of seconds.

Marvin nodded. "You're going to wait until then, aren't you?"

"That's right. 'Parently, everybody's invited, even you." Which Marvin found as a mistake, but if Dr. Lecter wished that either of them could attend...

Well, Zaphod could never find it in him to say "No." to a party, and Marvin was possibly programmed to do the worst of tasks without much resistance...

They decided that both of them would attend, either together or singular.