Devil Take The Hindmost

John's room at Milliways looks like the office of an extremely eccentric professor of the occult. There's an old heavy wooden desk, and a small sofa in front of an even smaller iron fireplace grate.  The walls are lined with shelves and glass-door cupboards filled with old books and strange artifacts, and more books are spilling onto the desk, the floor and pretty much any free surface.  Against one wall is a counter with mugs, an electric kettle and a teapot sitting on it; underneath it is a small refrigerator.  Next to that is a door to the bathroom.  The bed is in an alcove at the far end of the room.

John opens the door and steps aside to let Teyla into the room first.

The facilities at Milliways are always clean, always available and always empty.  No matter who or what you are, the plumbing is always perfectly configured to suit your functional needs.  One feature, though, is both unique and universal: the grafitti.  Every possible inch has been covered in grafitti, layer after layer of it, in every conceivable handwriting and language. 

It's the Loo at the End of the Universe.

So this is where I'm supposed to put my innermost thoughts? Too bloody likely.

But I guess these days it's best to keep up on the new tech. And keep an eye on those who use it. Especially after Richie.


In any case, as the old saying goes, "If it's for free, it's for me."