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

Ergh, sorry I haven't been around ... I think I'll have to bow out for now, for various reasons ...

*the bot is returning down the trail through the forest, carrying GDZ's knapsack, when it stops and listens intently*

*whatever it was cannot be heard now. the bot resumes, picking up the pace*

{B4, on the other hand, does notice whatever it was that is “Definitely not a bear.” This--for him--is just another one of those ‘Squirrel!’ moments, when the thing he ~should~ be concentrating upon is put on the back burner, replaced by a thing that catches his attention. Without so much as a “by your leave” to the bots, and without shutting off his WHAT/NEXT, wanders from the trebuchet toward the wooded area at the verge of the shoreline, not even paying attention to where he’s walking. He’s still messing with his wrist gadget, changing screens and bringing up what looks like a map/homing device/transponder/thermal imager.}

Ah-ah... It wasn’t just my ears playing tricks on me. There’s something ~out~ there!

{If he’d been watching his step, instead of the readout, he might have noticed the shallow hole where someone must have earlier been covered in sand. The small sandcastle beside it and the other sand-formed decorations should have been dead give-away, but... B4 stumbles into the hole and lands on his knees and elbows in a puff of sand.}
Carp! Hope I didn’t scare it off... Oh, good. Still tracking...

B4thetrailgrowscold

*Pats the squid on the, um, head*

MANLY, NO. BEASTLY, YES.



HA HA HA!

*Sidles over to the neaby abandoned trebuchet and it's pie supply. Quietly helps himself to a pecan pie, followed by 3 apple pies and a banana cream pie. Discovers the one kind of pie he doesn't like - a cow pie. Loads it onto the trebuchet, which he swings around to point at a distracted salonista heading towards the forest. Fires.*

SPAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGG!

*watches the cow pie fly by overhead*

Watch out B4!

{B4 sputters in disgust and dusts off the sand as he stands in the hole. He takes one step upward, then clears the edge of the depression. His next step is interrupted by the untimely arrival of a cow pie--squarely in the back of the head.}

{It knocks him off his feet and sends him somersaulting through several flips, to land at the base of a tree at the forest line. Again he sputters in disgust as he scrabbles up the bark and leans against the trunk. He mumbles under his breath.}

They say 'You never hear the one that gets you.' How true...

{He heaves a sigh and turns to check what hit him.}

Yuck! Hey! That ain't kosher! REFEREE!!! Are we allowed to 'associate' things that ARE NOT truly pies and use them as ammo in this game?

B4ifindsomeobscurepiereference2useasastrangesortofammunition

*Lil has been finishing off a baked potato with butter and cheddar cheese, and looking absent-mindedly at the bots standing at the water's edge, when her gaze sharpens. She grabs a linen and cleans up, then ferkles around in her ever-present etui until she extracts her battered ecopy of the Hitch Hiker's Guide, and flips to the notes and souvenirs section. She catches a photo as it nearly tumbles out*

Aha! Remember when the bots got their ceremonial armor and I asked a group of them to pose for me? Here's the picture --
http://www.lilatladera.com/h2g2/hootoogall/clibots.jpg

*meanwhile, the bot emerges from the forest carrying GDZ's backpack, and jogs over to the waiting group. Joining them, he opens the pack with a flourish. All the bots look in the bag then look back at the first bot. This bot finally looks in the bag and does a double take, then upturns the pack and shakes hard. Out falls ... a towel.*

[ooc]
Evidently something got to the pie cart and planted the cow pie while it was being wheeled through the forest.
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Well, we all know that GDZ is a hoopy frood who keeps his towel handy - sort of. But was that worth sending a bot back at speed for? *scratches head, which still lets a few pie lumps fall out of his hair*

*shifts big-soulful-eyes from bbq to Lil*

*whines*

*smiles greatly as his ploy to insert continuity flaws so others can have the enjoyment of revealing and fixing them finally comes to fruition*

*hears the grumbling from flamwdancer's tummy and decides its probably safer elsewhere until the wolf has eaten*

Amy, flames, I uh gotta go se a nan about a pie .

*scammers off in the direction of pie safe #3*

*El Squid de Castilla rounds upon the Pie Monster and stares at it with unblinking eyes*

*then he laughs*

For a large blue furrball, you have excellent aim, Senor.

*he looks back at the mess that is now B4, then turns to Pie Monster and says conspiratorially*

Do you suppose this one would feel mocked if... Oh, I cannot refrain myself...

*El Squid turns to face the forest and bellows*

Yippee-Kai-Yay...Cow Pattie!

*he wriggles and giggles and turns to Pie Monster and winks*

*the bots pick up the towel and, as one, head back up the trail at a run*

*Is too focused on the food to notice (or feel hurt by) min's insinuation*

*examines the meat plates, finds a meaty pork rib bone, and tosses it to Flamedancer* There ya go!

*finds herself a beach chair under an umbrella near the food tables, and sits down with a plate of salad and a steak* Now, how shall we tempt KM back into the action?

*Catches pork rib in midair*

*Wags tail in thanks*

*Devours*

*GDZ emerges from the Atelier garbed in full adventuring gear, looks around, figures he is over dressed for the occasion but proceeds down the bath in the wake of the CLI bot*


See my personal space for a description of my garb and gear.

path, not bath

[ooc]
"wriggles and giggles"


[/ooc]

*a rumbling is heard, and then a black snout suddenly emerges from the forest trail, flanked by the CLI bots, and followed by the rest of the imposing piece of equipment. It is the original CLI snow cannon, famous in the early years for its ability to fire very large snowballs across forums*

*the bots drag the monster down the beach to pie safe #8 and swing it around to face the ship on the horizon. One bot is carrying a manual written in Galactic, which he lays on the casing and begins transmitting to the others.*

*shortly, some of the bots begin adjusting the tilt of the muzzle, while the rest start making a large ball out of pies, then roll it down into the mouth of the cannon*

BOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!

*the pie ball flies toward the ship*