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

Well, I haven't looked in the men's room...

I'm afraid wings aren't very good for opening doors, so I can't look in there either.

*comes downstairs, cautiously*



I've never been down here before ... but I've heard noises ...

*shuffles nervously down the stairs, clinging to the rail with one hand, and a dented bronze cane in the other*

So this is where the orange button come from! Is that vibration my imagination or is it...?

I'll check out the men's room.

*Opens the door and goes in, can be heard calling for Garius*

*Runes clomps down the stairs in steel-toed boots. It is a humanoid entity of indeterminate sex, dressed in very practical black clothing with many pockets. It has a radio hung on its belt, with a microphone clipped over one shoulder and an earpiece.*

I heard the words "lab" and "adventure" in close proximity. Need a hand?

*peeks in after GDZ*

Zomnker, is he there?
*-ere, -ere, -ere goes the echo*

*sound of switch flipping, sound of duck quacking*

I love that!

Now, if I could only get into the lab itself. I'm sure I left my keys around here somewhere.

*sound of rustling papers, drawers opening, hinges creaking, sighing*

Maybe it was one of the other subterranean entrance airlocks where I left them. Hope the lights are on in that one.

*sound of receding footsteps. Sound of footsteps returning. Sound of switch flipping, sound of duck quacking. Chuckle. Sound of footsteps receding.*


*The securibot briefly glances up from its magazine. Shrugs its upper appendages in a "not my job" kind of way and returns to its magazine.*

*Returns, sneezing*

If he is in there, he's hiding under a layer of dust. Not sure the maidbots have been in there.

*from above*

Dust? Oh bother - can anyone remember if we managed to lock the Cleaning Bot away after it's latest attack and if so, where? *looks worried*

I think Olga the cleaning bot is in the closet at the Aroma Cafe.

*consults map*
http://www.bonitovalley.com/h2g2/CLI.htm

*looks at keys more closely* We need to be able to get past the public labs. Being Garius, he's put color combinations on the keys instead of labels.

Ermmmm - if Olga is that very mean cleaning robot, she ... well, she's not in the closet any more but somewhere in a tunnel. It's been a while but ... F26140?thread=4509620&post=69982561#p69928732 and F26140?thread=6067249

I'm sure I heard Darius again a moment ago. I hope he isn't getting himself into danger.

Colour combinations? That could be interesting.

*considers for a moment*

I propose we try going via the galley. There's less likely to be any incidents if we go that way. I don't fancy trying the door marked Security, to be honest.

The gallery?

Why not...

*follows along*

*sound of intercom feedback screech*


Damn, I'm sure I counted to the 42nd switch this time. Okay, one more try. One...two...three....mmm...mmm...mmm...

*brief delay, then sound of switch flipping, followed by sound of small motor, such as those used in targetting mechanisms*

Oh crap!

*sound of body hitting the floor, immediately followed by sound of hissing and spitting, as when something gets melted by a laser.*

Hrmph! Well at least the laser gave a bit of light for a few seconds. Now I know there are 2 banks of switches. The light switch must be the 42nd switch in the second bank.

*sound of counting, then sound of switch flipping. Peter Gunn theme begins to play.*

Oh man! Well, I guess I just have to flip switches until I find the light switch.

*sound of tractor starting, followed by sound of church bells chiming, followed by sound of guillotine, followed by sound of grass growing.*

So that worked! Cool!

*sound of pacman munching*

Oh oh. That's never good.

*Brief, cut-off scream, followed by silence*

Oh no!

*flutters, becoming increasingly more frantic*

Garius? Garious!

And I never even got to meet you...

VIP - we need to go on a Quest to Find Garius.. who's coming with us?

(And where do we go?)

I'm not a whole lot of use, except for getting into tight spaces and filling inventory holes, but I'll come along. At least this time, I don't have a to eat most of the mufflewhumps!

*alarmed by the noises over the intercom, the owl examines the lock on the door to the galley*

Meanwhile, in real life, David frantically checks to see whether birds see in colour, and finds that they most certainly do, which is handy

What sort of colour combinations are on the keys, Lil?