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

*still tugging at his knotted twine belt oblivious to everything*

*RD is pulled slowly into the thread on his back inch by inch courtesy of Klaw power, head encased in a solid glop Helmet decorated with a jaunty paper parasol and flowering orchids. This has the effect of making RD look a lot like a hanging basket although no one would be unkind enough to point this out prefering instead to leave revelation up to a chance encounter with a mirror at some point in the future*

~ one eye slowly opens ~


sorry for the absence folks - been a difficult time IRL which Garius told you about . Thanks for the kind thoughts which are greatly appreciated. Didn't feel much like being online for a while but I'm back now

Welcome back RD!, I hope all is better

Welcome back, RD. Hope things turn out well.


You know, we were waiting for a distraction....those cowboys don't seem too coherent at the moment....

I think you're right Affy - we should make our move now.

*Turns to address the Ape.*

So, do you think you can make it look like we're all your prisoners?

*Glances at Red Dog being pulled by Yellow Dog*

~ another eye slowly opens ~

The sooner the better, I say. Hey, did RD just move?

~raises an eyebrow~

*growing ever more impatient*

*strikes her fist against the seemingly solid helmet surrounding Red Dog's head*

*comes into view for the first time as she moves toward Lady Godiva*

*her face is dominated by large black-rimmed glasses with very strong lenses which bracket a long curved nose. Her hair is dark brown, very short, and her mouth is small with deep grooves running up from the corners of her lips to the edges of her nose. She wears a medium brown suit whose skirt stops well below the knee, a blouse with a white bow, and flat lace-up shoes*

You. are. sitting. on. the. monthly. accounts.

*she turns toward Butch Cadbury and simpers, then turns back to Lady Godiva and glares*

So get your... get off that desk!

*Elbows Butch*

Nyuk nyuk! Yer galfriend's a'here, Butch. So whyzn't yer let me handle the lady.

Ook. [Sure.]

*gestures with rope to show how each person can wrap the rope loosely around their wrists*

for RD

*takes out her frying pan and displays the *

Eerily similar and I did say I thought one of the voices was familiar.

*returns the fryingpan to a pocket*

It's Red Dog's birthday today - do you think we should celebrate it in some way?


*ties rope around her hands, making sure that she can easily untie herself later*

good lord ..... how did you find out about that - Finnoswede secret service at it's finest maybe ?

~ raises head off floor in a wobbly uncertain fashion to have a peek around ~

Happy birthday, Red Dog. And welcome back.


*Starts wrapping the rope around her wrists with slip knots.*

Why does it smell like a confectioners in here?

*makes sure her backpack can't be opened, hides her nanogun and wraps some rope around her wrists*

You're right. It smells like the Cadbury factory back in Bournville.

Happy birthday, Red Dog. (tick..tick..tick)


*Tries to hide his weapons in his clothes. The locomotivator goes in his back pocket, the snowzar in his waistband (under his jacket) and the weapoff (with its blunderbuss muzzle) down his left pant leg. Wraps rope around his wrists. Walks stiff-legged, since he can't bend his left knee, with a rather large bulge where the snowzar is concealed.*

There. All set.

*raises an eyebrow at the boys, then slides sinuously off the desk, causing one flap of her trenchcoat collar to fall open momentarily. She strolls over to the far wall where she leans, next to the door, and belatedly rearranges her coat*

I'm afraid I was out of town when you and Butch got engaged, Fanny. My warmest congratulations to you both! Butch, I just know you'll be SO happy.

*she winks at the rest of the gang*

Yeah, real happy.

As yer well aware, Lady, I wuz out of town too, when she announced our engagement. Hoooeeee, that wuz SOME weekend!

First I heard of my engagement was Monday mornin' when the boys told me about it. Between guffaws.

And now I gots teh go through with it or else she'll....or her daddy'll....well, let's just say I ain't got much choice.