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

ha.
cute tweet.. you little minx!

PRESENTS??? WHERE'S MINE???

hey all, i'm trying to get around to each new saint's page to say hello.. if the OTHER older saints would like to do so too, it would be really wonderful! let's make our new brothers and sisters feel welcome!!

Raising hell again, I see.

A word in everyone's ACE-like ear: due to some over-enthusiastic campaigning in some quarters, the italics told a little bird that the newbies should not be bugged with politics while they are finding they're feet. That doesn't mean the Guardian Angels of course, but everybody who goes out a-welcoming should look to their parentheses, if you know what I mean. Just a little thought.

It's a Saturday night and I NEED A DRINK!

*offers LIL a Guinness*

you can have this, or there's several beers on the tap behind the bar...

interesting point re: campaigns. will have to go check in the epost.

Could I have a lager? The Guinness is a little too dark for me. And I apologise for barging in like this without regard for what's gone before, but I find myself at the top of a block of 20 and two thirsty to go back and forth if you know what I mean. So, hello everybody!

Patron Saint of Graphic Detail here. *takes a few gulps of lager* O, O yes.

I'll have her Guiness.
*winks and downs half the glass*
Boy did I need that?
Political stuff? I'm so abstaining.

so nice to see you around Lil! you have time for another?

Ahh. Beer on tap. This is Heaven. Glug, glug, glug...

too right it is alicat! hmm... you got any left in that bottle? I fancy blowing my brains out!

*Flutters uncertainly through the door, before losing control and gliding around a few laps of the bar, knocking over empty glasses and eventually getting his halo caught on a large ornamental moose head fixed to the wall and crashes to the ground.*

*Removes his flying goggles and dusts himself off*

Ah! After a somewhat indulgent holiday, I can once again resume my angel-ly duties. But first, a drink.

glad to see you around Techni! theres lots around.... help yourself, Ras seems to have given up!

*Wanders behind the bar and begins pouring the slops tray into a handy glass.

He's more fallen down than given up, FC.

*finishes pouring, and emerges trumphantly holding a glass of vaguely black liquid, with a grey head, and downs it*

hmm... *flies over bar, grabs a cocktail shaker, and looks at the coloured bottles*

so much to drink, such a small shaker....

* Rasputin emerges from the Wine Cellar covered in cobwebs... *

^-, /-, --...

* As GOD narrator I think I had better translate... *

* Apparently, after a late night drinking session with the Archangel Zax, he scurried away to get that nice bottle of port he had been hiding from HIM... whilst he busily looked about for it in the ancient catacombs right at the back... *

* Well, to cut a long story slightly shorter, four things happened simultaneously - a gust of wind 'freakish' wind blew up, the door slammed, Ras found the already emptied bottle & he swore he heard faint deep laughter rumbling from bowels below... *

* Ras looks at FC in contempt at her cocktail skills... *

-^ , ^^, -- !!!

* It's probably best if I don't translate that... *

* with a fierce look of determination, veins stand on his brow, he begins to shake, his eyes flare alarmingly... *

VODKA !!!

ras ^-

hmph! sits on stool in the party, awaiting Ras's cocktail skills...

*moves FC's stool slightly backwards*
Y'know, just in case.
*grins at Ras in greeting*
Hey, is it possible to get alcohol for a party this weekend? I'd need it for Saturday afternoon. Thanks
*turns to fly out then pauses, just before she gets to the doors and points at the opposite wall*
*a shower of glittery gold stuff appears as Tweet's back disappears*
*the gold stuff forms into words: PARTY- SATURDAY & SUNDAY NIGHT FOR TWEETIE'S 6 MONTH H2G2 BIRTHDAY! EVERYONE'S INVITED!*
*it hangs there for a second, and then turns into a large banner which fixes itself to the wall*

6 months, Tweetie! Happy Anniversary in advance.

*Sidles up to bar and passes F.C. God's bottle.* This should tide us over while Ras is working his magic.

*gratefully accepts the bottle*

this should get me through the day! too much dancing!!!

*Walks in to the bar*
Evening all I was looking for a quiet place but there does not seem to be one round here
*shrugs and sits down net to FC and starts scraching behind her ears*
Does any one know where I can find any more Docters I seem to have ran out.
*A breaf explination after being at the hospital pocked proded and told that I am still doing to much with a shoulder I dislocated years ago I have been on a moral crusade to find new and interrsting ways to kill all the docters the ever is has been and will be for that matter because they are all bloody useless*