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

Be very careful with that Cafe bot. lt did Peregrin quite a mischief the other day -- it tends to take any messes the clientele make quite personally.

Hmm. Digi's easy enough to lift, l know. Mindspring, however...she might be more of a challenge, but at least she'd not struggle...

And as for Styx...l haven't heard much from him. At last check l saw him leaving the cafe in a huff. l simulposted with him, and now l think he's mad at me.

Mm. We have champagne?
Splendid.
*scoops up Diogenes, heads for verandah*

*gently easing up Springie to hang at her shoulders, following Odra out on the veranda*

Isn't it a beautiful evening? Look at all those stars!

*Sinking down into chair, Springie in her lap, never-ending champagne bottle in one hand, two champagne glasses in other hand*

G'morning ladies. (Sunday) Could I have a glass of champagne? I find it goes well with scrambled eggs.

Mm. No ambient light around...a clear and unobstructed view.
l wonder what Lil'd think of mounting a telescope out here? lt's such a lovely sight.

*strokes purring cat in lap; quietly pours self a flute of champagne. Pauses to wonder how it will mix with various pain meds; decides not to care and sips, leaning back*

*calls over shoulder*

Come out to the verandah, Loony -- and bring a glass. All the champagne you'd like, and starlight, too.
l love existing in a multi-temporal plane...

Good morning, Looneay! You'll have to join me, Odra, Springie and Diogenes on the veranda, because we took the never-ending champagne bottle with us out here... lovely warm night this side of planet earth right now...

*A man with an empty crystal champagne flute and a large pot of scrambled eggs moves to the veranda.*

Scrambled eggs, mmm! Could I have some? Odra, would you like some?

Mm. None for me, thanks, kids. l had my wisdom teeth out yesterday, so it's just clear liquids and Perkiset at me for present...but champagne counts as a clear liquid, no?

*thinks -- restricted to a liquid alcoholic diet and various mind altering substances...aside from the swelling and the ice pack, it's really not any different from her usual routine...*

I think your champagne glass need refilling, Odra...
*filling it up from the never-ending bottle*

Hi, Looney, would you like some champagne?

*grins at Titania*
Think l agree...

*sips again*

Mm. We should invent a never-empty champagne glass...for when one's too drunk to keep pouring...

I find that at partys if I am too drunk to stand then lying on the floor helps. I guess the same principle would work if you were too drunk to pour champagne - just lie on the floor and drink from the bottle.

Passes plate of scrambled eggs to Titania

Usually at parties when l'm too drunk to pour, l just get the host to fetch me drinks...

Thanks Looney!

Odra, I DO know how to make self-refilling champagne glasses, but they only last until midnight CET, and since it's now 10 minutes beyond midnight, my elf-powers haven't regained their strength yet (threw in a couple of glasses over at Tweetie's earlier)

*smiles*
Remind me to invite you to my next party...you'll be most popular...

Sigh.

Dratted RL...it's sunny, but it's thundering.
l fail to understand, but for the sake of my poor beleagured CPU, will obey...and take refuge, switching off power.

But l shall be passed out here on the verandah, in spirit...

*knocks back last of champagne, curls up with Diogenes, and stares up at sky, eyes glazing over and falling shut contentedly*

*pulling blanket over Odra and Di*
Sleep well!

Looney, are you still around?

*pours herself another glass of champagne, leans back in chair, Springie in her arms, cuddle, cuddle*

Minoova cleans up the mess and Loony pops off for a little bit of IRL business (cleaning up mess left after post-match rugby celebrations) Back later...

*pulling blanket over herself and Springie, falling asleep*

*returns from very intense work session to find her guests and half the menagerie out on the veranda with the never-ending jereboam, all of them snoozing*

What is this, the veranda of death? Everybody comes out here and relaxes like a bunch of Dali watches.

I think I'll bake. More mbougatses for a start. *Mindspring climbs to her paws and follows Lil through the french doors*