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

* Within these newly set-up hospital tents some of the unfortunate Survivors whom forgot to take their malaria pills lie somewhere between this world & the next... *

* Amongst the throng Odradek, Cheezdanish, Demon Drawer & Cheese looking like breathing is about to become distinctly less of a chore... *

*...and after trying to digest nearly a week's worth of backlog without even a stiff drink to wash it down with, ox isn't far behind...*

*Dan drags an injured MK into the tent.*

I think he needs a bit of help.

*looks around*
i'm a new marshall, so i'm not sure what is going on, but i'll look after him.
*starts to administer first aid, and since, IRL, i have no clue what i would do, i will not describe the first aid but assume i'm doing the correct thing *

The beauty of this island is that reality is on vacation here. You can always grab some magic root or trained monkey to fix him up. You could also get some of the Saintly marshalls to do their work.

Now, now, Dan, how did you guess I was about to call my trained monkey to the island?

* Psychic powers and others are at work on the Isle of Poco... things could get stranger, but not much...

well, like i said, i'm new, so i don't really know who the other marshalls are yet...
*grabs a bottle from a nearby shelf*
hmm... healing root...
*reads directions*
i hope this works........

* The pink lemur had found her voice.

* The whole island was in peril... when she started talking, sometimes it took hours before she stopped.

* So she scurried away, before anyone else was hurt...

* But not before saying 'adieu' to the kind angel and the new marshall who was taking care of those poor creatures inside the tent...

* And leaving some beautiful island flowers for the poor creatures who were convalescing!

Get well soon!

* But, still, there is something in her lemurish glance...

* To their relief, she departs...
* The search for Kes is resumed...

*flutter of wings
Oh, hello! You must be Sea! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Galaxy Babe, Guardian Angel and Patron Saint of Tantrums....but everyone calls me GB!
How are you? and, er, how is M.K*?
I spent the morning converting my homepage to Guide ML, my first time too....now there's a thing, don't get many "first times" any more...
so I'm feeling quite pleased with myself...
Oh, Ox!
{hugs Ox}
I was wondering where you'd got to!
What's that you say?
You need a stick drink?
*clicks her fingers and produces a scotch on the rocks....
*hands it to Ox
Get well soon, won't you?
We need you out there!
Hope to see you later.....bye!

GB flies in with Tweetie in her arms.
Hello?
She spies the good-looking doctor whom she met the other day...
{Deep Voice} Hello, How can I help?
GB places Tweet on the nearest empty bed.
I'm afraid my friend collapsed after.....er...well, she's exhausted, mentally and physically! She's been running around a lot and passing exams! And simultaneosly attending Parties!...voting for Archangels, talking to Crabs, helping pink Lemurs...I mean, er....
GB stopped mumbling, the Doctor wasn't taking any notice of her anyway.
He was examining Tweetie.
GB watched over his shoulder while he checked her out.
He turned to GB and said:
{Deep Voice} How far into her pregnancy is your friend?
GB squealed.....

*holds Matthew's hand*

I'm sorry... I didnt realise you were there or I'd have been more careful taking when ripping my clothing.... now you just get better and I'll take care of you when you need to move...

EEK!
Where's FC????

WHAT???? DDGB????

*calms herself* right. um

*takes ddgb to one side* ok. I understand you will be upset about being new to the island, how did you get here btw? and dont worry about MK*... trust me, he'll be in safe hands...

*walks back to MK*

how are you doing?? That lump on your head going down yet? *gives MK a hug*

GB walks over to ddgb and takes her to one side...
Er...I think we better leave, come on, I'll take you to one of the camps, I am sure we'll find somewhere where you can fit in, it's only for another few days after all....

*sips scotch, kisses the beautiful angel's hand and falls into a restless sleep filled with mystic dreams*

*Tweet stirs in her sleep*
*Her eyes flutter and she wakes.*
*A smile spreads across her face as she spies the rather lovely doctor, and she settles back into her pillows*
*The doctor turns and notices she's awake. He smiles and Tweet realises being sick might not be such a bad thing...*
*He approaches the bed*
Doctor: Now, how are you feeling?
Tweet: I'm just wonderful.
*she's still a little out of it...*
Doctor: Good. Well, nothing to worry about- you were stretching yourself a little too far, and were suffering from exhaustion.
Tweet: Strange, usually I don't have any trouble stretching myself
*perhaps more than a little...*
Doctor: Yes, well, you must take things easy when you're pregnant.
*Tweet doesn't move. She doesn't blink. It's debatable as to whether she's going to breathe again. Then, she slowly raises her eyes to the doctor's and takes a deep breath.*
What... did... you... say?

* Peaceful, strolling through the island, stopped by the tent to leave her friends some flowers,

* and about fifty thousand words of consolation and get well wishes...
[nah, probably less...]

* She wonders what stuff ox's mystic dreams are made of...

*DD comes around and starts to wander around again*