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

Here, let me get that for you-

*reaches for the button and falls in a tangle with Dark Gray*

Oh goodness, look what I've done. I guess we both have to remove something, now.

*removes necklace*

DARK GRAY: *removes shoes*

Left hand green.

DARK GRAY: I wonder why no one else wants to join in. Right hand blue.

Thanks for the invite Mixed Nuts. It looks like I've stumbled in on a game of Twister - always fun to watch, and five times as much fun to play If you need a part time bartender, count me in - I did six months hard labour at a busy riverside pub in London last year, and even when they were six deep at the bar, it never got away from us. I mix a mean Bloody Mary, if you like 'em HOT!! You have to let me know one very important thing though - am I allowed to serve anyone a snakebite? I'm gonna go and mingle now.

Mingle? There aren't too many of us left... sustaining a six-week party can be detrimental to anyone's health...

I was wondering why it seemed so quiet I see however that many invitations have been sent out, so I guess the first wave can take a break whilst the second wave whoops it for a while, then the first wave can come back fully rested and full of high jinx, and the whole thing will be even better than before

Hey folks!
St.Bob: Here's a crate of Bells whiskey for your party!
St.GB: I've brought a vat of PGGB!
Any eats for us? We're er, a little peckish....
What's this?
Twister?
Aagh....we have been doing enough twisting about with contorted bodies for the last two days, thank you very much!
Do you mind if we find a quiet corner to eat & booxe? I mean, before we go back to bed for another marathon session?

Zack: Hey! I'm glad you made it. Help yourself to whatever you want.
You're welcome to help serve drinks if you want to.

*re-enters, after something of a break*
Evening all
Oooooh, Twister- strip Twister?
Well, I guess I can join in- after all, I'm not exactly *wearing* this dress.
*spins to show off her deep red leather dress- she looks like a 21st century Robert Palmer girl*
So, where shall I slot in?

Mew!

[floats in]

Hiya Mew!
Hiya Tweetie!
Great Party this!
Cheers!
What would you like to drink?

*knocks at door, then enters*

Hi, thanks for the invite, i'll just go and put this bottle in the kitchen…

*heads for kitchen, looks up at Mew on the way*

Well, if there are PGGBs around?

Gagdreek: Welcome Mew and Langly! Great to have you here. Care for some punch?

*Strolls in in her vintage dress, knee high boots and denim jacket*
I'm a little late, aren't I?
*looks critically at the lenght(or lack therof) of her dress"
I'm afraid I'll have to sit out this game of twister. Who's the bartender right now?

DARK GRAY from the middle of the twister game: I was, now I think it's self serve.

}You think!?{

< enters deliberately, wearing a long black cape, a white hand-woven shirt with frills and lace, a pair of black trousers, pointed black lather boots with silver buckles, an assortment of silver and pewter pendants, some rings and a bottle of Angove's 1997 Special Reserve Shiraz. Scans room. Vanishes as he sits down in darkest corner. Proceeds to slowly consume the wine from an old etched glass that appeared from under the cape.>

*pokes in nose and twitches whiskers* Nuts? Did someone say nuts? And party? Nice light show at the top, btw.. but far too many bulbs to peer at each one.

'Nonnie