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

*Affy is sitting in one of many chairs, each of which has a virtual reality headset with matching gloves. He is using these devices, but for what purpose is not known. A large metal dome hovers in the air in the middle of the dome, with the words "WARNING: 5-Dimensional Object Imbedded In 3-Dimensional Space In This Box. Schrodinger Is Spinning In His Grave. DO NOT OPEN" written on it. Affy's face, largely obscured by the headset, is frowning in concentration while his gloved hands seem to be working on something*

*Takes a chair across from Affy*

[Lentilla puts up her Ray gun, as it seems to be unnecessary here. Perhaps she'll need it later...]

Nice comfy chairs... [sits in a chair and sqooches down until her helmet is pressed against the headrest.] Wait a second... [takes off helmet and puts it beside the chair.] Ah, that's better. I think I'll slip on these gloves here... [puts a glove on each hand.] And what's this headset here? [Puts headset on, and slides the eyepiece down over her eyes.

Hmm... now that's interesting.

*stands for a while, taking in the scenery*

Being rather, ahe, newish to this whole thing, I'll just stand here and very carefully look around for a bit, methinks...

*bumps into Santra, not having expected Santra to stop so suddenly*

Meep!

*looks around*

*arrives and bumps into Ripley*

Oops, sorry little creature!

*looks at the headsets, shrugs and decides to sit down and don the virtual reality gear*

*Saunters in, claymore in hand.*

Wha's goin' on here? Ooh, Virtuality... didnae realise this stuff was still aroond.

*Takes a seat and dons the headset and gloves.*

*Stares mournfully at the VR gear, sighs, sits down, and wrestles hair out of the VPL and into the headset. Hair (waist-length, curly) seems to have gone mad with static*

*Scratching his nose with his paw to get rid of the air freshener smell, Tracer bumps into DD.*

*Hangs back and waits. Takes her nanogun out of her totebag.*

I think I settle for reality for now. For whatever definition of reality applies in this situation.

[Yar, having boldly stepped into the dome, italically looks around.]

[Yar] [underlined] Hmm.

*entering behind Yar, steps over to Affi and wonders how to get his attention without startling him or causing a virtual catastrophe*

*decides on old-fashioned methods*

AFFI!!!

Yeah, way to try-not-to-startle-him.



Hey, who said Continuity could come!?



Er, well ... Affy /did/ say he wanted everyone, and stuff ...


[Settle down, you two.]

Sorry!

Well it was only a matter of time

*says Sol, entering deceptivly calmly and using the silence which is presumably everyone trying desperately not to imagine Continuity as an even tweedier, sensibly shoeser, sever bun and glasseser version of Sol on the grounds that tempting Terry Prachett is like showing a red rag to a bull, to take her finger off the hair trigger of something behind her back, making a loud click echo round the room*

Tat was inspired, btw . I really do have a rather horrific mental picture now

AFFI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Finds a rubber band in his pocket and flicks it at Affy.*

Yup. All I see right now is what the inside of a cow must look like... All dark. Guess my glasses aren't turned on yet.

We could do any number of things - take the goggles off Affi, mess with the weird metal globe floating in the center of the room, or we could just spin around in these wonderfully comfy chairs. Whee!

Lil, that robot came out all by itself to clean up my mess. Good thing it's on the scene, as leaving clutter around a Temporal Quantification Dome could be very dangerous.

And what's that behind your back, Sol? That wouldn't be a BFG, would it?

[Yar] What's BFG stand for in this context? I assume not "big friendly giant" ...