Grant, Jess and Hannah shifted around in their seats waiting for whatever they were waiting for exactly.
“What are we waiting for exactly?” Grant asked.
“No idea.”
“Do I really have to be here?”
“Yes.”
“But I don't live here, I'm just on holi-“
“Shut up.” Hannah said.
Everyone quietened down on seeing a man walk in and step up on the podium. Although the man was very small (it was a big hall and Jess and Hannah were at the back) his voice was loud.
“As you all know, you are in space to serve on the Orion 4000 space holiday resort-“
“Really?” A man sitting next to Hannah said.
Hannah scooted closer to Grant.
“-and we are pleased to say that we now have enough staff to operate the resort and so will be opening it to the public tomorrow.”
“How the hell did you get here?!” Hannah turned to Grant.
“I just wanted a holiday!” Grant squeaked.
The man on the podium started up again. “So we are asking you to all be on your best behaviour and to reward our trust in you.”
Another man ran up to the podium and leant towards the speaker. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” He whispered, trying not to be picked up by the microphone. “The President of the United States just asked whether everything was ready to go…”
The speaker looked at him. “Look, it worked with Australia, alright?”
The man nodded and ran off.
“Ok,” The speaker finished off to the residents of Orion 4000. “All services are to be open for the opening…” There was a silence. “So get out there and work!”
BAMF!
“ARRGH!” Jess leapt 6 feet in the air and landed on Hannah's lap. Kurt had teleported right beside her.
“Sorry.” He said, settling into his seat. “Did I miss much?”
“Only that we've got to behave and be nice to the customers etc…get off me.” Hannah pushed Jess over onto her own seat.
“Oh.” Kurt got up to leave.
“Hang on, do you work here, then?” Jess asked, also getting up. “I thought you were a guest.”
“No, I work here.” He replied.
“Where?” Asked Hannah, pretending to trip over and falling into Grant's lap. “Ooh dear me. What a klutz I am.”
“I'm training to be the priest for the onboard Catholic Church.”
Jess dropped to her knees.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Wouldn't you rather work in a restaurant?”
“No.”
“Or a bookshop?”
“No.”
“Or a MUSIC SHOP?!”
“NEIN!” Kurt was getting pissed now.
“But…but…COME ON!” Jess was desperate. “Think of what you'll be missing out on if you go through with this!”
Kurt stopped walking and turned to her.
“Like what?”
Jess was stumped. She'd really walked straight into this one.
“Marriage?”
Kurt waved a hand dismissively and walked on.
“I'LL GET MY BLUE BABIES, DAMN YOU!” Jess screamed after him.
“Having fun?” Asked Hannah, walking up behind her.
“NO!”
“Really? Great. Anyway, listen,” Hannah started. Jess sighed. Sometimes she thought that Hannah really didn't listen to her at all… “I need your help to ensnare my man.”
“But you're married to your man.”
“Not THAT man. I'm off him. I can get that annulled, that's not a problem.”
“Why should I help you get YOUR man?” Jess said sulkily. “What about MY man? I WANT A MAN!”
“You never have a man.” Hannah said, preoccupied. “We have a system – I get men, you get fathers.”
“Well the system SUCKS.” Jess muttered, pouting. “I DON'T want another father in this book. I want a MAN, and I want a BLUE ONE.”
“You're so DEMANDING.” Hannah sighed. “When you talk about Kurt, you always make me think of Kurt Cobain.”
“Well it's not, clearly.” Jess gestured at the blue, teleporting man walking in front of them. “That's Kurt. Kurt is his name.”
“Ya, ya, ya.” Hannah dismissed the conversation.
“Don't say that.”
“What?”
“Ja.”
“I didn't, I said 'ya'.” Hannah exclaimed.
“Don't say it!!” Jess screamed, putting her hands over her ears.
“Oh…I see…it reminds you of Nightcrawler…or should I say Kurt?!!”
“SHUT UP!!” Jess ran off.
Hannah dropped back to where Grant was walking alone.
“Hello!”
“Hi.”
There was a silence.
“Well! This is interesting!” Hannah laughed, albeit nervously.
Grant gave her a funny look.
Hannah cracked. “Love me!” She yelped, hanging onto his jacket. Fortunately, saving Hannah from blurting her semi-undying love for Grant because he wasn't returning anything, Natalie Imbruglia walked past.
“Are you a convict?” Hannah asked her, looking up from Grant's sneakers.
“No!” Natalie laughed.
“Oh, right, we've been through this already - you wanted to get away from me.” Hannah smiled. “Oh the irony!”
Natalie grumbled something inaudible. “So, what's it like being a divorcee?” She jeered.
“What's it to you? Planning on divorcing Daniel?”
“No.”
“Damn.” Hannah walked off.
“I didn't know you were married!” Grant said, shocked.
“Oh, yeah, that.” Hannah said, absentmindedly. Natalie had distracted her goddamn attention with Daniel Johns again.
“Is that what that ring is?” Grant pointed at her left hand.
Hannah nodded.
“Why are you still wearing it if you're divorced?”
“I like it.” Hannah said stubbornly. “It's for security.”
“Fair enough. It is a nice ring.” Grant said.
Hannah wasn't sure if that was meant to be a complement or not, but she decided to take it as one – it was practically a declaration of eternal love.
“You're cool.”
“Um…thanks.” Grant tried to subtly take a step away from her.
“Fancy coming back to the restaurant?” Hannah said cheerily.
“Um, well…”
“I could rustle you up some more curry!”
“NO! No…that's fine…I…I think I'll go back to my apartment now.”
“Can I co-“
“NO.” Grant set off at a slow sprint before she could follow him.
“ARSE.” Hannah scowled and ran off in the opposite direction.