Ford sighs. His instinct to not get more involved than he has to is warring with wanting to help keep the people here from being hurt by a loose cannon inmate. He doesn't have to do this. He doesn't have to give in to the nice feeling of Betelgeuse respecting his experience with and knowledge of demons enough to ask for his help. He could just let this take its course. Just because Ford can do something doesn't mean he is morally obligated to.
....but, damn it, with Bill gone, Ford's had only so much to do. He's spinning his wheels on the spaceship, needing more parts, and the pet-entangler doesn't feel like he's doing anything real. He can always quit. The Admiral didn't pair them.
Ford's arms are pinned to his sides; his back hasn't been cracked like this in decades and for a second he sees stars. But he doesn't push it away yet, despite the smell.
"This is a strictly at-will arrangement!" he grits out, with what air he can squeeze into his lungs. "I have the right to quit at any time!"
Whew. Okay. Ford dusts himself off. It's going to take ages to get the smell out, but he can worry about that after Betelgeuse leaves. Which he will. After the flood.
"Well, that makes things easy," Ford says, smoothing the first page out. "And raises some troubling questions about the state of my own mortality. Probably best not to think about it."
He peers over at the book too, making a face and sticking his tongue out at it.
"Yeah, that doesn't even have chapter indexing. They want you to read the whole damn thing. Hated updating that shit. Anyway, it basically covers everything you need to know about how shit works after you die; hauntings, exorcisms, how to deal with necrophiliacs, psychics, the ghostbusters..."
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....but, damn it, with Bill gone, Ford's had only so much to do. He's spinning his wheels on the spaceship, needing more parts, and the pet-entangler doesn't feel like he's doing anything real. He can always quit. The Admiral didn't pair them.
"Okay," he says. "I'll do it."
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He's stunned. But not for long; BJ leaps up and grabs Ford in a bone-crunching hug.
"YES! Yes yes yes! This is going to be SO GOOD!"
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Ford's arms are pinned to his sides; his back hasn't been cracked like this in decades and for a second he sees stars. But he doesn't push it away yet, despite the smell.
"This is a strictly at-will arrangement!" he grits out, with what air he can squeeze into his lungs. "I have the right to quit at any time!"
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He looks over at the Handbook.
"Mind if I take a look at that?"
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"Yeah, if you can. It only opens for the recently deceased so you have to kill something in order for them to open the book for you."
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"I wonder if having died on board the Barge counts," says Ford, reaching for it. He'll give it a try.
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It does count; it would have opened for BJ himself, having died by falling off the ship earlier.
"Holy crap."
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"Yeah, that doesn't even have chapter indexing. They want you to read the whole damn thing. Hated updating that shit. Anyway, it basically covers everything you need to know about how shit works after you die; hauntings, exorcisms, how to deal with necrophiliacs, psychics, the ghostbusters..."
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"I can't wait to really dig into this," says Ford with genuine excitement.
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"Yeah, figured you say that. Anyway, I'mma go crash in front of your tv, all right?"
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