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

~waiting for transporter beam~
Thanks, Tuvok.
I owe you one.
By the way, Dax has the hots for you, she is on her equivalent of the ponn far.
Are we even now?

~GB disappears before the astonisheds~

*to St Elly*
Fancy That Dance now?

Hi El! I *knew* I wouldn't understand a word of what's going on

*Lifts sword, wobbles, puts it back down*
*Tuvok looks worried*
Don't worry I'm a trained professional!

*Picks it up again*
*Glances at Dax*

A ? !

*The sword glints in the light as Silly Willy drops the sword on Dax's shoulder seriously damaging her*

I hearby proclaim you Patron Saint of Goodheartedness
Tuvok, you might want to help here...

::Moves aside::
Whatch it, hun!!
Are you THAT excited?

Kristina you're next!
*could someone clear that mess up...*

Excuse me, JQ, but this lady says she is a guest of yours.
Tara King:"Sorry I'm late, Jon Quixote. Traffic, you know. Had to dodge seagulls all the way here. Made a mess on my windscreen, they did & I had to stop and polish it off. Am I too late for your ceremony? Oh, what beautiful wings! You are a gorgeous Do you like my black cat suit? I'm afraid my figure is not as perfect as this lovely lady here...but then, who wants perfection?"

*To Elly in a whisper*
Who are you talking to?

Hi Ottox! What didn't you get?

Sure, JQ! Let's dance!!

*Throws herself in Tuvoks arms *

"My love, please grant me my last wish" (not quite that bad, but a gal has to try)

*wispers in Tuvoks ear her wish and for the first time in history a vulcan goes red in the face*

To you, JQ

Damn I'm always one step behind!
Hi, Beautiful Cat suit. Meeow!
*Flaps wings in pride, knocking more over*

*appears, dressed into her ceremonial garment which is made of ivy, waxflower and wandering Jew, decorated with African violets, azaleas and flowers of different cacti, the train of her dress is a night-blooming cereus which seems to blossom tonight; she's escorted by two of her favourites - Blue Agave and Mostly Harmless Cactus (aka Lophophora williamsii), they are carrying her dictionary (because, to be honest, she's not so good in speaking English, as you might have noticed already)*
Sorry, I'm a little late.

mind my dress with that !!!

*sweeping forward towards Archangel, her voluminous black skirts flowing, upper part of body artistically draped in red hand-embroidered silk shawl with long fringes, and big red flowers in hair*

You be careful with that sword!

*throws a piercing look at Archangel, black fire burning in her eyes*

* Dances intermittently with Tara and Elly *

Well Dax it seems you've made it!

Go Kristina!

I think I'll just dance with Ottox...
::Turns to Ottox::
Will you, sir?

Wow! What a girl, that Kristina!
She looks a little like my housemaid