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

*A young lady in victorian silver glasses and a long green velvet cloak comes rushing into the lobby, after a slightly awkward scene regarding the revolving door. the doorman brings in a luggage cart with several trunks full of mysteries, dragging it behind him*
Oh what lovely Nudes!!!

Yes, I have a reservation for Ladie Iuliana.... aha! there i am.. let me fill out the details in that there book....

Name: i have to many, but lady irene will do

ah... titles: Miss, Purveyor of Strange information and Master of many talents.

Profession: caretaker

young in years but the soul is ageless

M/F? female, last time i checked

partner: the more the merrier

where can i get this cloak cleaned?
walks off... sheepishly comes back to get her room key.
thanks!!

*GB flashes past the new arrival in a rush, almost knocking her over.
She dives behind Reception, relieved no-one is behind the desk, flicks the hidden button and disappears through the opening in the wall, which closes silently behind her.

Would someone be so kind as to tell his Lordship that the link to the bar on the brochure actually leads to the ballroom...?

Thank you kindly...

*giggles*
what better place for the bar link to lead?

*sea dusts off the guestbook and places it back on the desk. it reads:

name?
title, if any?
occupation?
young/ youngish/ young at heart?
sex?
partner?*

* A ghostly presence drifts past the reception desk faintly beckoning the petrified Irlie Baird to follow... *

Don't worry, my doctor assure me he is working on the cure as we speak...

Mind you, he is a shrink...

I would take your bags to Guestroom 4, but my bag carrying days are probably over...

The Late Lord M.KÝ

Hello - I'm finally here? Could I possibly have a room, please? Double preferably. 16 would be nice, if you have one; if not, any multiple of 4 will do.

::wanders around staring at the decore and more-than-likely-mispelling it as he goes::
Hmm...
::he's wearing a long black Cassini coat, a red silk shirt, pair of basic blue jeans, and good sturdy boots::
Where do I sign in? Oh.
::picks up his antique style carpet bag and walks to the front desk::
::smiles to the receptioninst::
Well if they hire such lovely and attractive ladies to run this place, I think I could manage to have a great time.
::Signs in:
Vital Stats:
Name: Joe
Tittle: The Ineffable
Profession: Freelance Laboratory Technician
Age: Old Enough
Sex: I'll spare you the over used, "Yes, please!" comment. I'm a male.
Marital status: SINGLE

Petrified? oh no, not I..... *Irlie baird follows the ghost curiously down the corridor and through the back wall of the dining room, vanishing* (wink)

um... let's see.

emily, i've got room in room 18 and guesthouse six. sorry about the numbers, can't be helped.

and my charming joe... guesthouses 1,2, and 4 have room. the mainpage lists who is in which...

Well, sea - and Emily - if my memory serves me right 18 + 6 = 24, which can be equally divided by 4, so there you are!

If this does not fall to your liking, Emily, you are always welcome in the fishermans hut - it is from the 16th century...

Why thank you, my dear. Sea is your name? I like it. It's very lovely. ::smiles and kisses her hand::

*Enters and smiles happily at the dashing man standing at the reception*
Hi Joe! Would you like me to take your bags to your room?

Many thanks... the fisherman's hut sounds most tempting. Any suggestions as to which I should choose?

*Pierce walks by, disguised as a lady of the world, and says:*

Oh, I would most certainly suggest the fisherman's hut. It is ever so interesting. And the pirate living there is quite a character. Mind you, he may be a pirate, but he is also a gentleman of the finest calibre!

That won't be necessary St. Hezher. I only have the one bag. You may show to my room, though, if you will.

::looks at the disguised Pierce::
::thinks, "Gods, what an ugly woman."::

*blushing from joe's kiss*
have a... lovely stay, sir!!!

::smiles again to Sea and touches her cheek::
I'm sure I shall, my lady.