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

He'll probably ask for danger money.

Yep.

Okay, getting late, I'm going.

*flutter of wings - Kasia leaves*

I almost trapped one of my friends under the table when I was cheating at pool a few weeks ago

Hi Evil One

nice to see someone around here!

Wanna play a pool-game with me?

OK.

Is it a metaphorical pool table?

Yes.

*Kasia puts the bills in a triangle position.*

Okay, Evil One, may I start?

*Kasia strikes the white bill and... nothing happens *

Okay, your turn

~curses for thinking about his move for so long~

~Sets the white going with a gentle tap which makes all the balls flow into the opposite pocket starting with a red and ending with a yellow. Oh dear you win!

*wanders in with pint in hand

Notices some cobwebs on the tables, looks like the room hasn't been used for a while.

Hits the about the table and admires the tracks left in the dust*

Oh dear.

*Saunters in, and leans up against the table, which, because of many universal rules, is lit by a solitary green shaded lamp.*

*Craxus walks in and leans against the wall, looks over at Euan and nods.*

Grand. We're congregating.

I suppose the first order of the day is to fond everyone else who hasn't made it along and get them to come (Myst, I don't suppose you could arrange that? Some people seem to have dropped out of the game).

Secondly, what are we going to do?

I'll see what I can do.

I suggest first, we get everyone in here together. Then we see what we have to use in wise of tech. Then I suggest we take over the Gov't base. Although it will be tough, ive been walking up to it here and there just looking at the lay out of the building from afar. I have stored the mech that we got from the research lab in a hanger out of town, I can call it when you want. But first, we need to get everyone together as it will be a team job.

I've left messages.

*The door is swung open and the outside light shines in. In the doorway is the siluette of a battered reborn man. His hair is military style, but there are scars down the side of his face (you may also notice one eye appears damaged), and his left arm is hanging limply at his side. His pronounced stubble suggests he has been living rough, emphasized by his tattered miliary uniform. However he appears to have lost none of his military physique, and could very well match any one in a fight. He walks up to the bar...*

A pint of your strongest bar-keep

Gods, how many bars have we been in...? How many bars are we in right now...? Hesus... (Yes, I mean Hesus.)

Ahh Terran, I see you changed your name to Verc to get the hero's and gov'ts trail. Although I know why, this just makes it sound better. Long time no see.

* shimmers into being as close to the middle of the room as is possible without appearing inside any solid objects; falls two feet to the floor *

Umph!

I, err...

* looks around *

Where am I? What am I doing here?

[Death briefly peeks out from behind a shadow, then hides back in again.]

Welcome, all, to the new, hidden hideout for we anarchists.

Umm, we still have Daedelus. The game's gone off a bit recently, but is still on The questions are, what do we do with him and how can we cause as much damage as possible.