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

*ducks to miss Odra and gets slammed by Dolores*

AAaarrrggh!

That was fun!

*lands near the stage, switches off the fog machine, brings up the lights a bit, and signals the band to kick into something heavy and moshable*
Maybe a little Slipknot in honour of QMike...

*band obliges and the slam-dance-mania continues*

*walks in, in a dapper red satin smoking jacket and black slacks, bubble pipe in mouth, accordian strapped to back*
Hello, mind if I drop in? I'm new, but kinda interested in the campaign, and very intrested in raves.
*lays accordian by couch, and skips over to the rave area, begins moshing violently*
Dolores should crowdsurf!

*yells into mosh pit*
Welcome Superluminal! Or should I say Fruitloop?
Good to have you here.

Hope to hear the accordian later. You're always welcome to sit in with the band.

Thanks Red! *thinks to himself as he's being jostled and smashed about...*
"hmmm...polka rave....yes...*

We need more pyrotechnics in here Odra! That'll mean less oxygen intact, so we can get really wacky!

*leaps at frootloop and 4-leg bounces off his shoulderblade to jump at webjello. bounces high up and giggles*

*suddenly a huge live-Metallica-show-esque cloud of fire and sparks blasts up from the stage. Flashpaper ignites and the air fills with ozone as roman candles go off right and left. Odra emerges from the smoke, grinning like a maniac and wielding sparklers*

*a hail of sparks continue to fall....and the band plays on....*

Oh, that'll do fine Odra.

*breathes in the smoke*

Yessssss....I can see the music....

*staggers to the edge of the floor, and finds a switch*

Huh, what's this doo-hickey?

*flip! goes the switch, and two tall cages slowly lower down on chains, just big enough to fit a person in each, maybe two*

Far out....we seriously needed dancing cage chicks.

*floating in, hesitantly*

Is there anyone around in 'Blue Danube' part of dance floor?

*growls and dives under platform*
hate bright lights they hurt my eyes
*soon regains full night vision and begins to look around with interest* heh heh heh, underworld.

*to Fruitloop, sharply*
Do -not- make Titania be a cage-dancing chick.
Good boy.

Titania,
I'll join you over on the other side of the dance floor if you'd like. I'd love to have a dance with you.

Delighted!

*goes to side of dance floor away from the moshing*
Bandleader, some more waltzes, please. Maybe a medley.

You look positively exquisite, Titania. That dress works very well for you.

*offers his arm to Titania*
M'lady?

*charmed by Redbeard's compliments*

( meaning yes! certainly!*

*starts to waltz with Titania, enjoying the flow of her voluminous skirts and how the color of the dress works with the blue pearl around her neck*

I do enjoy this!

My other self, Kristina the Flamenco Dancer, is feeling very inspired tonight. If you want to, she might be persuaded to perform..

That would be wonderful!