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

Ook! Ook! [I said be careful, don't desecrate the shrine of the Calling Card!!]

*running into the salon, the Disgruntled Ape trips over a pile of backlogs and does a perfect pratfall*

*wipes the dust off his face, sees Matina, and promptly drops his face back in the dust, grovelling*

oooo oooo ooook.... [Oh s**t...]

Is that an FTTF mug? Poor thing, she sounds as if she's gone mad.
*hauls on the ape, trying to get him to stand up*
What's going on? Why are you grovelling?

~pokes head out of pocket and takes a look around~

/* In a panic at the sight of the snowzar and the half-crazed Matina, fumbles through his pockets and drops his calling cards, but gets them all in the wrong order */

[]
[d'E]

*oblivious*

*picks up the []*

I love Zeppo's calling card... It's so cute!

I don't like the look of Matina

Why not? She looks all right to me, probably just needs a good squirt or four of WD42.

*goes into the kitchen*

Kettle's rather dusty.

*turns on the cold tap and a trickle of rusty brown water runs out*

Perhaps I'd better let the pipes clear before washing and filling the kettle.

*Looks at Matina, at a loss for words*

Hmmm....at a loss for words in the Atelier....only one course of action.

[Affy]

~climbs out of the pocket-of-destiny dressed in sea's best Davy Crockett retro-styled hat, a pair of ill fitting combat trousers, an autographed Trojan shirt and a silver pair of Dr Martens, everything liberally covered with peanut whiskey sticky stuff and feathers and holding a nearly empty bottle of Chateaux Lafitte '67 in his right hand~

I feel a bit wierd.

*wheels round and fires the snowzar at Caer*

Thou shalt not bookmark!
Thou shalt not break Continuity!
Thou shalt not flame thy neighbor, nor thy neighbor's virtual creation!

*turns and fires at Red Dog*

Thou shalt not disregard the Floor Plan!
Thou shalt not speak in foreign tongues!
Thou shalt not speak in empty icons!

*turns again and fires at Lil*

Clean cups! Clean cups! Who shall be first to the forum?

Ah...right. Perhaps she does need a little more than WD42

*Puts the kettle down and turns off the tap*

Probably best not to provoke her.

*goes back out into the atrium*

*wanders into the Kitchen*

That's what I cal a Bot with attitude, now where can I get something to drink.

*apots an ancient crud encrusted fridge*

Ahah !

*opens and rummages around looking at stuff*

*pulls Lil out of the way of the snowzar blast*

I meant to say that the blast whistled past my left ear, into the wall above the sink

Ooops I meant to say that the snowczar blast partially hit me but in my befuddled hungover state it didn't register and I didn't notice the icicles hanging off me nor the hoar frost that now coats me

*Hands still up in the air, WM tries to speak without moving her lips.*

Lil, don't you have some sort of code or something by which Matina can recognize you?

Thanks, Ape!

*from behind a pile of backlog, to Witty* Somebody has to be first to the forum, I reckon. That's twice she's called out clean cups, which was how I always ended an old thread. Maybe she's suspended in the opening ritual because nobody has come to a new conversation in 40,000 years...

*Climbs out of the pocket, squinting and holding his head. Is wearing clown shoes, hot pink hot pants over leopard leotards, an "Official Britney Spears Groupie" t-shirt (autographed: To sea, my only female groupie, with love and kisses, Britney) and a green toque, like loggers wear.*


I wonder if I might ask all of you to keep your voices down a little.

~sound of industrial vacuum cleaner switching off~

HA! That scared them off!

But where did they go? That last one went this way...

*pokes head out of pocket, takes a quick look around, then jumps out*

YEE HAW! I've been looking for the way out for years! WHOOOOPEEEEEE!

*Snoopy dance*

*Looks around, ignoring the people*

Man, this place could use a good cleaning!

*Reaches into the pocket and hauls out the industrial vacuum cleaner*

Looks like I'm the first one in years to this, er, forum, I guess you'd call it.

*Switches on the vacuum cleaner and starts vacuuming*

*finds a bottle of distilled water, some very old crackers and what looks like a container of dried herbs of some sort*

That'll do nicely .... I'm feeling a bit hungry as well.

*starts to assemble something from the ingredients and notices Garius emerging*

Hey GL - want something for your hangover ?

*a melting icicle drops from RD'd forehead into the "dried herbs" and after a moment the "herbs" start imperceptably moving in a most peculiar fashion as if they were trying to draw themselves together*