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

v.e.l. = vague, elf-like!
Spotted you, didn't I (typically elfish)
*definetely drifting off, now*

night Titania.... sleep well upstairs... there's loads of spare beds, so if anyone else feels like crashing out theres space for you all....

but even elfs sometimes might look...
BTW how's Simon, FC?

*looks at Si knowingly....* he's doing just fine!!! We're both talking again, nit that we ever were'nt... ITs reall good at the mo(Si is my RL bf as well as my online one....!)

I think I may turn in too.... It 3am over here... and I didnt sleep much last night!!! It was good to see you ringo, thanks for the crate, and I hope you pop back soon!!!

nighty-nite.... *takes Si in her arms, and together they wanger up the stairs....*

I certainly will
well Stacy, I think we go upstairs, too. There's one thing we have to discuss...
'night FC, cheers

Why are all you lot leaving? I only just got back from serving ice-cream.
Oh dear, just noticed it's 5am. I think it's lighter now than when I went out this evening. er, I mean last night.

If the stereo is too loud just shout and I'll turn it down, I'm gonna chill with a spliff while its quiet.

Also FC, "and where else can you go dressed in basque, knickers, stockings, suspenders, and very little else on...! " as for this comment, I always go out dressed like that. Except when I'm going to Sainsburys of course.


Then I go starkers.

*waking up after doing who knows what with who knows who all night, Zax shakes the wrinkles out of the silk clothes, then reaches into a trench pocket and pulls out a set of Pan pipes.... wandering thru the halls, he plays a beautifully haunting melody which evolves into a lilting march*

*peeking into each doorway with eyes closed, Zax* plays a few bars to the occupants of each room... snores begin to be replaced by groans, which are replaced by cries of: "SOD OFF, Ye Bloody b******d!!"*

that's enough of that! I'm putting the tunes back on!!

*fluttering over to the stereo, she transforms long enough to tweak a knob or two, then laughs maniacly as she wrenches on the volume knob... *

*all that can be heard is...*

"Iiinnn the jungle, the miIIIGhty jungle, the liIIIIIon sleeeeps Tonight! IN the JUNGLE, the MIGHTY jungle the liION sleeps tonight!

Oweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee --- Aaweee da dummm da daaayyyy!
OwwweeeeeeEEEEEEEEE...."

A-weem a whack, A-weem a whack, A-weem a whack, A-weem a whack


*cough

Er... ah yes! The mixer was finally air-lifted just moments ago... so, who wants their's shaken, and who wants their's stirred?

*sidling up to the bar*



shaken... two cubes and a sweet-n-sour rim, please spork!!

Galaxy Babe bounces across the floor and joins Zax at the bar.
"Hello.......haven't seen YOU before, are you full of energy, or wiped out like the rest of them? I had some orange sorbet earlier, I'll see if there's any left in the fridge, I would like to share some with you".....

"I'm back, Zax! A bowl of orange sorbet, but awwww there's only one spoon.....shucks, we'll have to share
Come over here with me, there's a rather comfy bean-bag I met earlier, don't know what it's made of, but it kind of moulds to your shape....very cosy!"
Galaxy Babe takes Zax's arm and they disappear.
From a dark corner a softened voice can be heard "May I stroke your wings?"

*wanders in*

Hey again, all...

Hm.... Looks like I missed all the fun yet again... The drinking games, for example...

But I'm sure we can repeat it today, can't we?

Anyone up to it?

*takes a glass of champagne & stands there pretending not to be bored while waiting for the others to wake up... *

*comes floating down from upstairs, groaning*

Oh no, I should have skipped those last couple of Raki shots yesterday..
*looks at God's smoking crate wondering if its any good for hangovers*

Did you know that Dave (the pizza delivery guy) woke me up this morning trying to get me to attend the morning sermon!?
*groaning, gets FC's vortex to produce little, pink pills*

Last night he tried to convert me to 'The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints'. And since I'm allergic to people trying to persuade me to join their kind of religion, we ended up in separate bedrooms..

Gulp!
*swallows the pills and washes them down with a glass from the smoking crate*

hmmm...I thought I'd come by and see what you lot were up to, but most of you seem to be asleep or hungover, so I guess I'll go and do some more report writing, on a Sunday!

*puts a hamper containing a light breakfast, sufficient for everyone and their hungover heads and queasy stomachs, by the smoking crate*

Oh... I'm sorry to hear that...

*sympathy*...

*notices the crate which apparently belongs to GOD & wonders if he should try it... *

*decides to take a sip and does so...*

Hm... I should have asked this beforehand... But what are the effects of this?

P-O-O-F!
*disappears in a pink cloud, guess mixing pink pills and stuff from God's smoking crater is no good for elves*

* HE wanders back wearing dark glasses, using his hands as a crude form of depth perception *

I wouldn't get too excited about churches where they trumpet 'latter day saints' as a calling card... *

* Points at the dribbling, giggling, sleeping Archangel Zax... *

Don't worry. He will never know...

Now, where is the crate with Rasputin's Finest... ?

- Simply, High Spirited.

Ahh... So that's what it was...

Quo vadis, domine?

Anyway... Oh lord... What shall I believe?

You just referred to Archangel Zax as "he"...

However, the Archangel himself / herself called himself / herself "she" in a post a little while ago, if my memory doesn't play tricks on me...

And I hope there are no Spanish trains around here... (wonders if anyone knows what he's talking about... )

* HE strikes up a phalanx of indignation on behalf of his offsiders pride... *

It is definitely a HE!!!

* HE remembers where exactly HE left the crate of alcohol... *

Oh well, with its caustic properties, it's probably half to China by now...

* HE reaches down beside the sleeping Zax & pulls out of thinnish air, a large pint of Ale... *

Would you like one Paul ?

- Simply, High Spirited.

I beg forgiveness, my Lord...

Of course you were right... And I, being the imperfect being that you made me (), confused the Archangel's post with that of another being as imperfect as I myself am...

And yes, I sure would like one...