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

BTW, GL isn't here right now, so he can't answer any questions that're posed to him. Just FYI.


*The worker bots continue to fix damaged things and clean unclean things*

*Meanwhile, the service lift reaches the top floor and opens. out steps Chesworth, the head CLI Security Robot (not to mention the most realistic droid made by CLI other than the droids made for Lord Reflection's murder mystery dinner party.) She is flanked on either side by four standard CLI SecuriBots. All five of them are armed with both a standard issue Snowzar and CLI Laser, though their guns are still in their holsters*

Chesworth-*Spoken loudly so that everyone can hear* Okay, people! Without the constant presence of the flowing conversation, the Atelier is now officially a danger zone! In order to speed up repairs, we have had to remove the barrier that keeps all of CLI's experiments and visitors downstairs! In short, while it is now easier for a worker droid to get clearance to come up here, it is also easier for a mind controlling parasite, sentient amoeba from outer space, or assassin robot gone crazy to get clearance! Because of this, a small section of CLI's security force has been deployed to make sure that things run as smoothly as possible! We're here for your safety, so don't mind us!

*The four normal SecuriBots begin patrolling while Chesworth takes some notes for her report later*

/* Draws a purple mustache on one of the SecuriBots. */

*The SecuriBot doesn't really care greatly, though Chesworth notes what happens. She returns to her notes*

*Meanwhile, the worker droids have been able to get rid of "that smell" that's been permeating the place for a while*

*stretches, inhales deeply, and pours *

*tiptoes in and after taking a look around decides to join Ox in polishing*

*Walks in, sees the work going on and tries to slide back out without notice.*

*"accidentally" trips GDZ*

Ooooh, blimey! 'bout that. Since you're here, though...

*hands GDZ to distribute*

*Picks himself up, half-glares at G, laughs, and starts taking around.*

*The worker droids continue to work. Roughly 67% of the graffitti has been removed from the walls, medical attention has been administered to people who were injured by a certain psychotic assailant, various repairs to the floor have been made, and the droids are well on their way to finding the source of "that other smell"*

*Security Droids continue to patroll. Chesworth finishes her notes for a moment, and pulls a Stasis Field Generation Pistol from one of her pockets, making sure that the beam is set to the widest energy dispersion possible. This practically ensures that it won't miss if the undesirable occurs*

*after arranging the logs attractively in the log basket, accepts gratefully*

I do hope that smell isn't coming from the crisper drawer, we really don't want trouble of that sort

Hypatia, I'm sure Lil will realise you had the best of intentions. After all after the Atelier's first all night drinking session, I for would rather all my taxes (that go straight to Z you know) don't get spent on Z's providing everyone with booze

*Has noticed renovation work in progress*

*Sidles in, finds table on which to leave chocolate-chip biscuits and fresh fruit for the workers, and some high-grade lubricating oil for the 'bots.*

*For first time in life is stuck for words. Exits discreetly, intending to visit again after the official re-opening.*

*slips a into Ivan's hand as he slips out, as a "Welcome" and a "Come back soon"*

Thanks.

*Finishes , leaves cup next to the biscuits, and slips out again.*

*Thinks that should have left cup with other used cups, but couldn't see where that was because there's so much going on in there*

*The head bot scowls at the Salonistas milling about. Finally, he can take no more.*

Your attention, please.

I said: YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE.

Thank you. While we appreciate all of your good intentions in coming here, the Atelier is not a safe place to be. In addition to the dangers mentioned by Chesworth, there are the more mundane dangers due to the construction. I note that none of you is wearing a hardhat or construction boots. If something should fall on one of your heads...*glances at a hammer*...there could be a serious injury. Furthermore, we will be fumigating in here soon.

With that in mind, I must respectfully ask you all to leave. You will know when the Atelier officially reopens - Lil will be there. Thank you for your, er, help and I hope you will be able to return soon.

*As he finishes his speach, various power tools start up as the bots get back to work. A large piece of the west wall of the salon is removed by several bots, carried out to the balcony and heaved over the rail into a waiting dumpster.*

*Some worker droids are inspecting the refrigerator and have found that the IC component needs replacing. They get to work on that before a disaster occurs*

*slips out*

*goes off home*

*In the library, a cracked pipe has been spraying water over several shelves. Two bots fix the pipe, then call the head bot over to help with the damaged books. The head bot looks at the books, then takes the lift downstairs, returning a short while later with something that looks a supersoaker water gun. He looks dubiously from the gun to the wet books and back again, does the bot equivalent of a shrug, then sprays the wet books with what looks like more water.

Chesworth wanders over.*

Chesworth: What are you doing, Ned?

Ned: Restoring these books. The boys downstairs said this would work. Said something about homeopathic principles.

*As he speaks, a few dry patches break out on the books on the top shelf.*

*picks up the lovingly gathered logs in the log basket and leaves the clearing up to the bots*