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

*leads the conga line around the food tables, in and out of the workshops and studios and all around the exhibition area*

*joins the line doing nifty kick-patterns with her legs*

*attempts to conga but gets worried that she'll accidentally step on Amy so stops*

*wanders off to find a bloody mary syringe while twirling a large "Hooray for Montana Readhead" banner*

*joins in the conga line and dances round the atelier, admiring Amy's moves as she does so.*


Hoorah for MR

*falls out of the conga line and miraculously into a chair...well, sort of*

Whew! That was some dancing! Can someone bring me a syringe of bailey's? I'm whacked.

*Hands MR the requested syringe, and takes a bloody mary for herself.*

Hard to believe, eh?

*finds a Baileys for herself and collapses near MR* That was a conga of unexpectedly long duration. A pre-mod conga. A foop of a conga.

Oh, good, I've missed the conga. [Collapses into chair, which collapses under her weight.] I think I'd like a mimosa syringe as well... think I'm coming down with a cold and need the vitamin C.

*shudders at the thought of a Bailey's syringe - with that viscosity, a quite dramatic needle bore must be needed...*

I think the conga was hidden in the moderation-stealth-SEP filed when I last passed by

*rummages around and happily finds a Gammel Dansk syringe*

- and if it hasn't properly come through the clouds, , and for the exam passing, MR

Congratulations MR!

*tries a bright pink syringe*

Is there any grub left?

*twirls banner some more*

*congratulates everyone in sight*

I think there's some medieval mints somewhere around here...NO! they aren't from the middle ages...I think they have knights on them.

*realizes that a syringe of bailey's goes to the head quickly*

Okey dokey. And I'm off.

I missed the conga!



Everybody! A party balloon! They become reheliumized [a well-known scientific term] if you tie a new ribbon to them!

* takes one of Mol's balloons and gently ties the legs of an inflatable squid to it

*hangs on for dear life and disappears into a vortex as the balloon rapidly circulates the upper reaches of the exhibition area

*cranes her neck to watch Teuchter fly up toward the elaborate plasterwork of the enormously high ceiling*

*to a nearby bot* Quick, fetch a trampoline!

Help, someone. Grab one of those syringes and shoot me down please.

* Teuchter's face now matches the pearlescent green of the inflatable squid

Good heavens, I've never seen *that* happen before ... do you think Baileys or Babycham would be better for bringing you down, Teuchter?

I always find that this Tequilla and Absinth brings me right down onto the floor instantly..

I'll give anything a goooooooooooooooooooo.............