Chaos Pursues Us

The plane lands in Brussels.

Everyone piles out.

Where's our hotel? asks Vello.

Ask Gaius, says David. He knows.

No, says Gaius. I don't know.

This smacks of disaster, says Nietzsche.

Wah! says Terence. We've got nowhere to go!

Wait! says Gaius. Arthur will have booked something.

He calls out to Arthur, who is just getting into a taxi.

They converse for a moment.

Gaius returns.

Hotel Marivaux, says Gaius. But we'll be sharing a room with Team Condor.

What a stuff up, says Vello. And the race starts tomorrow.

They get into a taxi and go.

.....

Hotel Marivaux. A former theatre, art deco style.

The two teams are shown to one room.

This isn't going to work, says Sweezus.

Of course it isn't, says Belle. We'll ask for a bigger one.

.......

No luck. The Tour de France starts tomorrow. It's impossible.

We'll have to make the best of it, says Belle. Eight adults plus Terence. Terence, you can sleep in the Trunkie. The rest of us can sleep in shifts. It's not ideal.

No it isn't, says Sweezus. And this is our room.

Are you saying we aren't welcome to share it? asks David. Of course, you're perfectly entitled.

He is, says Vello. But he may not have a job to go back to.

Nietzsche is interested to observe these dynamics.

Sometimes it is necessary to hurt people in the name of great things. Yes, must write that down later.

Terence has opened his Trunkie.

He has pulled out his Peruvian hat.

Then Mouldy, and Baby Pierre's tiny bicycle.

Chaos pursues us! says Vello.

It's only Mouldy, says Terence. He wanted to come.

Mouldy is bursting with energy, having been cooped up with a hat for so long.

He leaps onto the bicycle, and starts doing doing laps of the art deco furniture.

Zoom!

Sweezus wonders if it's too late to register a fourth rider.