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

I thought Ravel might be good.

... better the ravel\devil you know ....?

OK... a name suggestion with ACTUAL history-- Rasputin...

i think things are starting to unravel...

*Checks her knitting.*

Thank you, Linus! I just repair these dropped stitches.

*Plato peeps out from under the seat, and extends an investigative paw towards the yarn ... with a view to a bit of un-raveling ...*

*hopes Marie-rae is sitting down as he may even install messenger tonight, it being his turn to babysit*

::Sophie sits on Kes's feet::

*Marie-rae seems to be nodding off ... possibly ... Plato senses an opportunity, and reaches up towards the knitted piece ... far more exciting than a single strand of yarn ... nobody seems to be looking ...*

*Wakes up from her doze with a start!*

Did Linus actually say.... ????!!!!

*Grasps the tiny white kitten gently and sets him safely on the floor with a crunched up bit of paper to play with.*

why are there cats running around. more importantly why is there a bar that I have not been in before
*looks round*
nice place I like it

*Engländer pops up from behind the bar and holds out drink*

Hi, anything you want? I am not from the staff, but it is help yourself, or maybe help each other.

I wonder if one of the pumpkins from halloween is actually responsible. I don´t think im kittin.

it is possicle though
yay a serve yourself bar also means I dont have to pay mmm Drinks are on me people
(ok so only mike will get that but he will like it

*Engländer gets a little bowl of milk*

Hey, mfths, mfths, mfths, kitty, kitty, kitty, here´s a little milk for you! Don´t think the selfservice will work with you yet.

we could lower the bar a little and trane them

Guess why I prefer cats to dogs...

Is it their independence!?? Their Savoir faire!??

Their beauty!??

Their poise!??

Their cuteness!??

Their subduedness!??

Their refinement!??

Their furry fluffiness!??

They way they don't smell your crotch!?!???

They way they don't bark all the time!??

Perhaps its the way they walk away from you with their tails held straight up in the air.

Hello, Vince. I'll have a nice large vodka and tonic if you're treating.

*Pandora awakens from her long nap under the kniited blanky that Philly, mari-rea's niece gave her* "Er, hello. Geez, theose rum drinks Kes surprised me with were a bit stronger than I thought. Hope I don't miss anything too interesting!"
"Ladies? Would you care to join me in the washroom to dress in ball gowns? I have all sorts of goddies in there...it's a week-end - let's play dress up!?!"
*The ladies file into the 'ladies' to try on gowns & shoes. Pandora is hoping someone can put a braid down the back of her hair*

I'll do it for you, Pandora. Would you like a french braid?

*Inspects the ballgowns. Likes a deep blue sparkly one.*

What did you say we were dressing up for?