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

Some clicks and whirrs are emanating from the door mechanism, but nothing's happened yet... so I think I'll check my inventory.

> inventory

You have in your hands: a Ray gun and Schrodinger's Thermos.
In your pockets you have: a pair of red rubber waders in their miniaturized state, a book of matches, a small flask of something wicked (and inflammable), a Rice Krispie square, a Virtual Patio Bubble, and a small Towel In A State of Dryness.
You are wearing: a space helmet, a black tank top, a pair of black cargo pants, and black motorcycle boots.

> put thermos in pocket

Schrodinger's Thermos will not fit in any of your pockets.

Dang it... guess I 'll have to leave this here. [Takes off helmet, unscrews top of thermos, pours in generous dose of something wicked, realizes too late that it's still tea, and drinks it anyway.] Right. *hic* [Lentilla puts the thermos on the floor, the flask back in her pocket, and the helmet back on her head.]

Guess it's time to activate my VPB... *FLOOMP* No, wait - I'm supposed to be inside of the bubble, right? Let me try this again. *PMOOFL* [Steps inside radius of bubble, then reactivates it.] *FLOOMP* Right. [Aims Ray gun at door.]

Are you sure we shouldn't just jiggle the handle?

[Yar] Dude, this is /CLI/ and it's /orange/. I don't want to /rely/ on the Divine Will of the Macrocosm.

Yeah, don't get smart with the door handle, it might get smart back. [Lentilla peers at door handle. While she is otherwise distracted, a small cleaning robot trundles out of an access hatch in the side of the dome. It grasps Schrodinger's Thermos in its waldoes, and trundles its way back inside the dome, the hatch closing behind it.] Hey, give that back! [aims kick at hatch in dissatisfied way.] Well, maybe I'll get it back later.

Brave little robot to be cleaning a machine while it's in use.


*Some whirs and clicks come from around the lock, and the handle changes from orange to blue*

Computer-Answer correct. Opening the door will now cancel whatever is going on in there. Here's hoping that the tesseract won't go critical.

*Incidentally, the door should lead to F32669?thread=587878 barring some new mess-up on FACE's part*

*Double checks his gear and ensures his VPB is functioning correctly, enters the dome*

[Mournfully looking after the thermos...]

Cool! [squares shoulders, opens the door, and steps inside.]

I could use a robot like that at home

*checks that analytical lab is safely tucked away and follows Lentilla*

*as a more experienced Adventurer, lets the noobs go first and prepares to bring up the rear again*

*keeps a wary eye on Mr D*

*has finally managed to wriggle into his VPB*

*waddles after Santra*

*dons his VPB, unsheaths his date stamps and follows assorted people*

*Hefts claymore and boldly goes where other men have gone before.*

Oh bother. Do I have to be brave now and actually GO on this adventure?

*runs after the others*

*Manages to half-wrangle into his VBP, and sniffs the door where the cleaning bot came from. When the cleaning bot comes out air-fresheners blazing, he yelps and runs after the Salonistas.*

*Hangs back with Caer, follows the others into the dome.*

[Yar, having remembered that all this /backlog/ is the main reason he's somewhat dubious about joining the Salonistas on an adventure, boldly steps through.]

The Salonistas. An irresistible force that stops frequently for tea breaks. *follows*


lentilla, careful about deploying bots that belong to Affi; by rights it's up to him to say what they do!

*Lounges nonchelantly afterwards, bad spelling swirling around her and keeping her safe*

*Rushes into the Dome*

*brings up the rear*