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

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Where did the pooh sticks come from? Don't you have to go out and get them from the forest?
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How come the message it says I'm replying to is always the message before the one I actually hit the reply button on? Is it just this skin? I tried to change to Goo, but it persists with this default skin (which isn't bad, actually).
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I have no idea what green glowing pooh sticks have the power of doing, so I'll just assume they are like regular sticks that fly better.
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*The green-glowingish pooh sticks smack into the target. Some bounce off, some stick in the goo and some shatter. All annoy. PM stops and looks around to find who threw them, but can't tell. Gets frustrated.*



*Stomps towards the trebuchet's pie supply*

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Click on preferences and change your skin to Goo and update. Then, each time you log into Pliny, go to preferences as your second step and just click 'Update'. That will toss you back into Goo onto your home page. Proceed to your conversations from there.

If you don't log out, you will stay in Goo if you enter it from a bookmark to your page or to your conversation popup, if you use that.

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*has been mixing custard and sand together in a pie plate. Lil now runs over to the trebuchet, places the sand-custard pie on the hurling plate and retires*

Fire!

SPANNNNGGGGG

When did we get a trebuchet?

*deciding he can't build a big enough trebuchet to fight while still in the Med, purloins a cannon from the nearby frigate*

FIRE!

We sent back to CLI for the trebuchet, as you can see in the backlog. How did you purloin that cannon, and what does it fire? Inquiring and consistent minds want to know.

*Exasperated by nbb's laissez-faire Continuity, Lil picks out another key lime pie and hands it to one of the bots manning the trebuchet* Throw this at that fine-looking young fellow by the cannon, please.

*the bot complies, while Lil heads for the food tables, not waiting to see the consequences of the trebuchet, the cannon or the bot-thrown pie*

The meat and potatoes are done! Picnic is ready!

F S has been trying to be a good sport, and ignore the desecration of his state's favourite pie. After careful examination he assures himself that the filling is a proper yellow and not 'Yankee Green' a quick taste assures him that the limes are just tart enough for a true Conch dessert.

He quickly shoves several non-de-script cream pies to the front of the cart for ready ammunition, and moves the true 'Key Limes' to the rear for proper enjoyment! He might share if asked nicely enough

F S

*As Ripley seems safe, Flamedancer dances over to the flames (of the bbq)*

*Large-soulful-eyes*

The Queen Victoria is bigger than said frigate, and louder, and it had a lack of ammunition, so we stole it's cannon.

Having taken a look round our ship's bakery yesterday I was able to make an order for a variety of pies, including a special anti-2legs pie (not yet sure what it does) that shall be saved for an opportune moment

*reinstates continuity*

*across the waves in the distance, there’s a spume of water and a long slender object goes airborne*

*after a moment of hang-time, it dives back into the waves*

*the object surfaces closer this time and jets high into the air trailing long tendrils behind*

*it drops into the water again and it is several seconds before it reemerges*

*this time it’s close enough to make out details like the soft diamond shape fins on its narrow tubular head, quite a few tentacles wriggling as it leaps out of the water, two longer tentacles holding medieval weaponry, and a body that shimmers in orange and red hues*

*it dives headlong into the near reaches of the waves rolling toward the beach, stays below for scarcely a heartbeat, then jets out of the water at a much lower arc, and lands on the edge of the beach*

*it moves forward swiftly upon eight coordinated tentacles; its two longer tentacles bear an ornate longsword in its right, and a blood-red shield encrusted with golden castles and lions in its left*

*the squid’s voice holds a deep and sonorous Spanish accent, as it comes nearer the group*

Ola, Senors and Senoritas! It is time for you to receive the assistance of the greatest swordsman in all the world. Whoever jeopardizes the safety and sanctity of this glorious festival will surely feel the hot steel of the Sword Tizona wielded by El Squid de Castilla! Where is this scoundrel I have heard of who ~dares~ frighten both young and old alike?! He will taste my blade!

*staring at the newcomer* Well, of course he will. And results will be interesting, to say the least!

Excuse me while I snarf down some refreshments first... * piles up plate, then finds a seat that affords a view of the pie safes, trebuchet, pie monster, cannon and El Squid*

And we have a sand pie and a cannon ball in the air, to account for.

*realises that he forgot to switch the cannon ball for the ordered pies*

Duck and cover!

*walks nonchalantly into the shade*

*El Squid leans into his charge, kicking up sand as his tentacles propel him forward*

You! Young man!
*he points to Afgncaap5 with the tip of his sword Tizona*
You look to be educated and well-apprised of the situation. Who is the perpetrator of these large pie-flying objects?
*he notices the young man wince*
Is it you?!
*the squid glares at him with one unblinking eye and sizes him up*
No. You would not be and evil overlord. I see no minions. Bah! I will ask someone else.

*he turns and trundles to Titania and Ripley the unau*
Senorita, may I trouble you for information regard—Aaah! What is that creature clinging to you?
*he does a quick assessment and makes a conclusion*
No, you would not be the evil one making all this trouble of which I have heard; you are too harmless. Anyone who coddles such a cute animal is surely non-threatening.

*he squiddles up to the Blue-Eyed BiPedal BookWorm from Betelgeuse, takes one look at his attire, and laughs--what passes for laughing for a squid--by vibrating audibly and squirting small splotches of black ink*
Oh-ho! No, no, Senor! It cannot possibly be you…you and your American flag baby diapers. No!

*with speed and coordination he zooms to the Pie Monster and draws up short, Sword Tizona pointing at the creature’s blue furry pie-splattered chest with the target clearly visible*
You, on the other hand, Monstruo de Piel Azul…

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There is a nominal possibility that El Squid has placed himself between the Pie Monster and the trajectories of the cannonball and the massive sand pie.
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Just to be clear, Senor Nosebagbadger, which is it that has launched from the cruise ship you so recently departed: a cannonball, or a volley of pies? It will help with the results portrayed. Continuity, after all, Senor…
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[ooc] I think both, though Lil's the one that made and launched the giant sand pie... Which I think is coming from a different direction than nbb's cannon ball and pies.[/ooc]

The problem is all, is that I intended it to be a volley of pies but not having loaded it myself (I was too busy looking over the variety of pies made) I am not actually sure what was made


It (or they) was launched a fair while back, but it's taking a while to travel from the med to the Atelier beach, and I think it's a bit lost trying to navigate the time shift

Someone closer to the pie rack shall have to tell me what comes in

*glares at El Squid*

Oy, who are you calling harmless, eh?

*on its way overhead, the cannonball passes right over the IIEM, which has been carried down from the atelier to handle drinks*

*improbably, as soon as the cannonball enters the IIEM's forcefield, it turns into a round of brie, a fresh baguette, a bottle of Chateau Margeaux (1937), and a CD of the greatest hits of Edith Piaf*

*as the items tumble into the sand, one hears faintly, "Non, je ne regret rien...."*

*having watched the cannon-ball as it turns safely into a selection of food i don't like, nbb turns towards the barrage of pies close behind (the sailors went for loading both)*

*Using their precise guidance systems they accurately seek out anyone(or thing) within 20 feet of the pie stand*

Definitely so much better standing in the shade

What the--?! Hey, I resemble that remark! {It does no good for B4 to shout after the retreating El Squid, as he’s not listening to him.} Crikeys! That was almost as disconcerting as the time I was insulted by Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged...

{He walks over to the pie safe #7, from where the bots are lobbing volley after volley of pie, and he stands watching. He cocks his head to the side, then to the other. B4 then taps a few buttons on his Wristwatch Holographic Analytical Tablet / Nanobot Engineering Xross-dimensional Transmogriphier, and takes a moment to assess the information. He turns to the bots.} Excuse me. The leveraging on your trebuchet isn’t working to its possible maximum efficiency and your firing mechanism has a nominal delay due to a small aberration in one of the cogs. If you’d like me to adjust it for you...

B4someonenoticeshoweasilydistractediam&shouts’squirrel’

Following the sound of Edith Piaf, the chink of glasses and the smell of ripe cheese . Tod's tummy rumbles. Squid! we've had squid goings on before methinks.