h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*finishes tea*
Well i must be off.
Would someone say hello to Odra when she wakes up for me, sorry i missed her.
*checks the player piano divice to make sure its working right*
Good bye ZOE, Spork and Babel/ Mr.smith- sorry your still a little blurry.
see you all!
*jingle jangle*

*jangle*

'scuse me Lintilla, see you later

Hello everyone
*rubbing eyes, something seems different...*
I'm a little late in today, but I made it at last.
I've been balancing my yin and yang, and now I'd like a large cool glass of cold water please.
I hear you've been having problems with the roof.
*looks up warily*

*looks down again as is developing a crick in his neck*

Looking more closely, I appear to be alone in here.

*Takes Russian newspaper from counter and turns to cryptic crossword*

This'll be challenging. I don't know the first thing about Russian.

*Settles on divan with glass and newspaper*

How about a Costa Rican Cafe au lait IIEM. Thank you.

*the stranger called Mr John Smith enters, wearing his trenchcoat, dark glasses and beard. He nods to the patrons and orders a coffee and picks up the last custard filled fudge topped doughnut and retires to his table in the corner. He sips his coffee and cuts up the doughnut into small bitesize peices.
Ook the blue orangutan clambers down from the rafters and comes over to sit next to the stranger. Ook, 'ooks' softly and stares at the stranger as he eats. The stranger is unperturbed by this, but orders some fruit for the simian, who shambles out to the porch to eat*

*stirs, blinks, wakes; flops off the ottoman, eventually managing to stand upright*

Mmmph. 'Morning.
*begins to walk over to llEM, tripping on the mug under her feet as she does so, causing her to roll about wildly before finally crashing back to the floor*

Oww.
Maybe l'd just better stay here for a while...
*but driven by a need for tea, stands, carries offending FTTF cup over to sink, washes and dries it and places it on the shelf*
Those wings -really- hurt if you step on them...

llEM? Large hot blackcurrant, please.
*peers into green compote*
Blast. Someone took the last Boston Creme.
*looks a tad accusingly at the dark stranger; reluctantly gets herself a pain au chocolat instead*
l've seen grown men collapse on countertops -sobbing- when deprived of a Boston Creme.
*smiles at the memory*

*Gets a cup of "The Usual" from the IIEM, muttering that the links to this place change too often*

*turns to collapsing donut person*
I think you will find that there is a difference between a Boston Creme Donut and the Doughnut I had. Hence the reason Lil puts out both types.
*turns to CLI person*
I believe it is called 'Supply and Demand'. People demand easier navigation through threads, and Lil supplies it.
*smiles through beard at both*
*sips coffee*

*grins at stranger, midway through pain au chocolat*
Fine time to tell me now...
l'll just have to eat one of each!
Hi, Affy.

*enters through back door carrying a large bundle of what look like scrolls*

Hi y'all, sorry I'm so late coming in today. Any backlog reader will see that we were all up extremely late. *notices that the blackened wire is still hanging from the rafter, along with a few charred bits of plastic*

We did NOT have a lynching. Look, I brought some more music for the piano. Debussy, Scott Joplin rags, Erik Satie, and Elliott Gould doing the Goldberg Variations. That's all I could find while I was running other errands. Hallmark shops have a tiny bit of everything, not much of anything...

IIEM, an A L Special please. Nobody's fetched today's donuts?

Affi, I missed you yesterday. You did a beautiful job on the roof, and I thank you. Just bill Irv.

*wanders up to the counter and places a box on it*
Somebody gave me these just as I came in. Could these be the items of which you speak?
If so that is good. Perhaps I could get another coffee?

Hi, Lil.

*smiles at remains of zilch*
Should l take that down? lt's probably sufficiently cooled to handle...

Could we put on the Gould doing the Goldberg?

*Glances at wire hanging from ceiling*

Thanks, Lil. I'd send Irv the bill, but he's already giving me all the food and drink I want for free in this place (due to a case I solved for him not too long ago), so I don't really see the point.

*Sips some more of his Usual*

*meanders in, yawning. looks at wire*
Hmmm...nice wire.

IIEM-double iced mocha, skinny, if you please.

*sniffs curiously*
Smells like rain

Hello everyone.

O nice music lil, shall i play something rael quick? any requests?
not really thirsty actually, maybe a cold ice water.

Nice to finally see u up odra.

*nods to the latest patrons to enter and sits back down in the corner with his coffee*

*wanders aound picking up the burned out candle stubs from last nite to help out Lil, who seems to be on her own since the dissapearance of Babel.*
I think I'll play some Beethoven.

*wanders in looking for lemon tea*

*pausing at the page turn*
hello Joanna!

*having polished off both her croissant and her donut, at last applies herself to removing the remains of the zilch, and cleaning it up*

Helloa, Lintilla, StPletch, everyone. Didn't see you come in, dear.
l love having this piano here. Lends just the right ambiance.

would you like me to turn for you?