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

* Saint Peter busily glides around the Wings Bar putting up streamers, balloons "etc"... whilst HE 'taste tests' ALL the wine, port, sherry... *

- Simply, Higher Spirited Tonight.

hmm... someone mentioned a party... am I in the right place...

*pops off to grab Zax...*

*enters with FC on arm* Gotta love blondes in skintight leather!! but then, gotta love brunettes in sweats.. hmmmmmmm.....

*shakes himself from head to toe to break the reverie*

Hi GOD! looks GREAT in here!

where's the bar?
*catches the fulminating look directed at him by the Cat*
*pointedly ignores GOD's smirk*

uh... oh! right.. sorry, uh... care for something to drink, dear?

*even more pointedly ignores GOD whistling the tune to 'Rawhide'*
get bent!

*squires the lady to stand next to the ice sculpture (we know they're nudes.. what we DON'T know is what that SQUARE thing is??). Positioned so near the door, they are able to greet the new arrivals.*

Hey! i made it. Oops, i'm not a guardian angel anymore. one moment please.
*runs off to get his halo and wings from the guardian angel registration place*
er...hehe, anyway i can have these put back on?

hmm... nope, cant figure out that square thing... maybe its the next version...

drink did you mention? I'll have a Y of Moet methinks... nothing better to celebrate!!!

Greetings Zax & Mr.Indifferent !!!

Glad you could make it...

Yes, you can put your wings back on Mr.Indifferent, just as long as you go and see Saint Zoe first !!!

* HE proffers a drink to Zax, funnily enough he has already procured one... *

*disappears into the back room, then returns with a Black n' Decker power drill.*

what? you rip 'em off, and then you want the replacement to be painless? c'mon!!

*pulls out several long, wicked looking cement screws*

turn around Mr I... FC? can you hold this one in place? yeah, like that.. no just a little to the left. don't want them to be crooked!

*begins to drill, ignoring the howls*
quit that, you're gonna make it slip!



*pauses to look critically at FC's leather pants*
oh look, it got your outfit messy.. better go change, hon- i can finish up here...

yes, well... don't try this at home, kids!

okay, it hurt when i pulled 'em off but not as much as putting them back on. Excuse me please.
*steps out and screams as hard as he can. Then comes back in rather hourse.*
I guess flying will be out of the question for a while.
Okay, who all is coming? all of the Guardian Angels? That's quite a few people isn't it?

LOL!!!

I'm sure you just do some things for comedic value Zax...

Why don't you show Mr.Indifferent your party trick !!!

*pops off to the ladies to change* who'd have guessed putting wings back on would be such a messy business....

*returns a few minutes later in full, dark green evening gown to go with her holly crown... noticing the slight glances from the men in the room, goes and retrieves her glass of champagne from Zax*

*glides across the floor to where Mr. I is stood...* oh dear... come on then... lets give those wings a stretch, especially since you didn't use them last time round

er...okay, i'll try.
hmmm, uh..how? i've never spread my wings before.
*flexis back muscles a bit to see if his wings move, ignoring laughter from the others. Slowly his gold and silver wings unfold*
ow...ow...ow...
there we go.
*begins to lose his balance and swings his arms around.*
whoa!

What, you mean this?

*reaches back to a vague point in space, and brings forth a hipflask*
*opens it and passes it to Mr. I.*

Here- for the pain. chug this...

*turns and begins to slide a 4foot tall mug of Guinness over to Mr. I.*

and this should help with any of the residuals...

hopefully we'll have a good turnout.. 50 is a lotta saints! wow!

*is lost in thoughts of the 'old' days, of plows and tin can telegraphs*
*is lost in thoughts of female saints...*

*is woken up by a sharp pain in the cheek*
uh.. sorry...

*catches the new saint...* here, take my hand... you'll be fine

*together they start gliding higher, wobbling slightly*

uh...hehe...who was that?...er...maybe i should uh...talk to someone real quick...

*thinks to himself, maybe no one noticed. now i'm confused*

*eyeballing the ceiling fan*


you know, there's a whole thread for that.

*goes to stand near GOD*
and look who accuses ME of comedy! The man responsible for the Platypus!
HA!
*takes a deep swig of jack daniels*

*she returns to the Zax* female saints huh???

ah well, time for bed methinks.... mind if i crash on the velvet sofa God?? enjoy your wings Mr I!

*drains Y and goes to lie on the sofa*

Did I hear some-one use my name in vein?
Or was it a call for help?
Hi everybody.

*takes a botle containing what looks like water out of humongous mug hanging from belt-clip*

Any-one for some witblitz?

LOL!!!

Alright, you got ME there Zax...

In that case, I won't mention how active you were in recruiting female saints...

* HE gazes up at the twirling twosome... *

I wouldn't spin him around that much FC, you have seen what happens when you playfully shake aound babies...

Greetings Zoe !!!

You can either have some punch or dance with that 'rum' fellow Zax...

* HE takes FC hand... *

Why not !!!

...although treat me gently, I think I started celebrating just a little too early...