I think I need to re-read some HHGttG, or re-listen, or something. It does strike me that the whole 'Earth that was' premise is in common, though, and there's... potentional. I'm thinking some sort of disaster that winds up with the crew of Serenity aboard the Heart of Gold. Something like...

Serenity’s engines whined. “Wash! Slow *down*!” Kaylee yelled, trying desperately, and apparently to no effect, to keep the huge machinery moving.

Somewhere, deep in the working, something gave.

There was a bang, white light, and then a headache.

• * *

Mal woke slowly, to find himself lying on sand, under a cool breeze and sun that was not quite warm enough to stop him feeling cold.

“Even dyin’ don’t go smooth, seems,” he said, and was a little startled to find that when he looked up at the buildings on the horizon, they were moving, gently waving up and down.

But if you even think about trying to make me read Bill/Newt, you die bloody.

Sick, wrong tubby manlove.

the buildings on the horizon, they were moving, gently waving up and down.

(fascinated) up and down? As in, sort of, getting shorter? And then taller again?

Holy cow. That's delicious and freaky.

But if you even think about trying to make me read Bill/Newt, you die bloody

Bill/Newt is safely tucked away in my live journal, and I am being very good about making certain I'm using cut tags that spell out "Political Fic. Newt/Bill. During the Starr kerfuffle."

That's delicious and freaky.

Are you familiar with the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, deb? It's canon, IIRC, that the beach which first appeared when Arthur and Ford arrived on the Heart of Gold featured a sea which was perfectly smooth and building which waved.

Sick, wrong tubby manlove

STOP THAT!

You want peanut butter chocolate death bombs for your birthday, girlie, you best not wave any tubby manlove at me. I refuse to cope. Besides, it throws me off my baking.

Sick, wrong tubby manlove

STOP THAT!

You want peanut butter chocolate death bombs for your birthday, girlie, you best not wave any tubby manlove at me. I refuse to cope. Besides, it throws me off my baking.

Ah, but "sick, wrong tubby manlove" is Plei's phrase -- I just like saying it....

Oh, I expect the thought of it makes milk curdle.

During the Starr kerfuffle."

Lalalalalala, I can't heeeeeeeear you...... (fingers in ears, hands over eyes, hiding in closet)- of course, on the other hand, if Ken Starr dies bloody, I might have to read those bits.

Am, yup. HHG is one of my faves ever; we used to listen to the BBC radio play every Thursday night when it premiered, back in 1978 or 1979.

I expect the thought of it makes milk curdle.

Milk has more sense than to think about political slash.

The phrase makes people curdle.