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

Breakfast!

Hi Englander ... you on solids already?

Pandora ... now you ask the question, actually, I'm not sure .... the party was a rather nice incarnation. Still, better make the most of this one. Another drink anyone?

Spike! Leave Englander's breakfast alone, there's a good boy (AND his leg too).

Wow! What a relief to be "normal" again (or what passes for it around here).

*Pours herself a coffee and tells her dogs to lie down by the fire place*

Coffee anyone? One lump or two?

Coffee! Very sensible. Yes please, but no lumps.

*Pan runs over to the doggies and runs around in circles & runs over to the second fire place with her four legged friends - pulls three rather large veggie dog chew bones from her purse*
"Here you go, chew on that awhile!" "Gwennie, you look absolutely refreshed! Did it have ANYthing whatsoever to do with that arm candy, er I mean, Life Gaurd you were toting around? I, of course mean to say, keeping time with." *remenbering her own little experience at the party & decides not to taunt Dahling Gweenie too much, lest she find her self on the 'cutting side' of her friends tongue.*

"Aham, St Kes, is it? I don't remember being introduced to you.
I was taught, at Holly Hall, that it is not proper for a lady to speak to a man until they have been introduced." *Pandora takes the edge of her skirt an curtsies - waiting for Gwennie to spray her coffee all over her next victim - pops open umbrella, just in case...*

My apologies, Pandora - how rude of me - I am so sorry. I thought we had met in ... in another place. Please permit me to introduce myself ... St. Kes - patron saint of lost poetry, recently drafted as an Archangel ... all other details are as advertised on my home page. Do call me Kes. May I get you a drink?

::crosses her arms and marches over to the candy cauldron, the effects of being a cat obviously not yet worn off::

::digs into the candy in a fit of jealousy::

Dragonfly ....what cause have you for jealousy? I'm strictly a one-cat guy.

(Thinks ... cat? why did I say cat?)

~arrives and enters on wooden crutches~

Hi Kasia, these are the worst form of transport invented, you can use them to replenish the fire in the hearth.

May I have a glass of the white stuff please - no, not that - pernod and water please - thanks.
~sits on sofa~

(This is a most stinky day!!!---I hope I didn't overlook a post or two because my)

::rumages through the candy, ignoring the newcomer::

I'm still upset with you, Kes...

::doesn't know why::

::hears a squeak in the cauldron::

::jumps::

*Kes also hears the squeak. He reaches into the cauldron, and pulls out a toy mouse - the sort that cats play with ... and this one looks as if it's been extensively played with!*

It's alright, Dragonfly - look - just a toy. Wonder how it got in there? Now why are you mad at me?

*He dangles the mouse from his hand*

::The mouse triggers a memory::

::wants to bat at the toy::

Wait...

Why do I remember that...!??

Kes!??!!!???

*Kes remembers something about the mouse .... and three cats. Dragonfly looks at him strangely. He finds himself staring at her neck*

Sorry! Not being rude. I ...er. you don't happen to own a gold link collar, er I mean necklace, do you?

::thinks:: A collar!?? Kes calling me a cat!?? This little mouse!?? The cat food!?? The MILK!?? Dreaming that I was young and playing in a LEGO CAR during Christmas!??... NO.. I couldn't have been DREAMING... I-- Was--

::shakes her head and feels dizzy::

::the room starts to spin::

::She faints::

::a stranger in the pub steps over her and grabs some candy::

I say - step back there - give the lady some air ....
Dragonfly? ... D? ... She's out cold!
*Kes picks her up, and carries her to the sofa, where he makes her confortable, with a cushion under her head, and a borrowed coat as a blanket. He sits on a nearby chair, and waits for her to recover*
D? Are you OK? ...

::Stranger munches on his candy::

MMMm..... bottle caps...

*wanders into pub and sees the scene*

Here, Kes, try this.

*hands him a small - but pungent - sprig of catnip*

It may do the trick to wake her up.

*Gw7en is secretly thrilled that someone else is remembering the party. Still a touch confused about everyone else's amnesia, but that must have happened after she left...*

G7

Thanks Gw7en, I don't know what came over her.
*Wafts the herb under D's nose ... a slight twitch, but nothing else ... yet*
I'll leave it next to her ... just wait for her to come round.
*Shows G7 the toy mouse*
Did this come from the party? How's your memory doing? Mine's very patchy still.

*examines the rubber mouse closely*

Well, I don't remember that particular mouse, but there were several cat toys lying around. I believe that they came with the cat/s. I don't remember the end of the party, but then I went home early to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters, so I may have missed something...

G7

Well - at least you've got an excuse for missing something ... I think I was there all the time, but ...
*Looks round*
I think Dragonfly is waking up ...