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

Here, honey... put this nice chilly ice pack on the sore spot.

*Shakes head vigourously while retreating into quiet corner*

*Brings Kes a largish whiskey, hoping that helps.*

Is Kes supposed to dip his injured part in the whiskey then Mari?

*Wonders whether this would be a good time to make a diplomatic exit before the cabin is filled with even louder shrieks of pain*

*Emerges from corner, still walking a bit funny. Accepts largish whisky*
Thanks, mari!
*Applies medication internally, not externally!*

*Nabs Gwennie before she can leave.*

Oh no, you don't! Hey! Has the Captain gone missing? Should we search him out, do you think?

I got an automated reply from Pierce's mail box when I sent him an Email earlier this week saying that he'd be away until 2nd February.

You still have me

Hi Floh! Come on in! Grab a drink for yourself...

*grabs












a drink *

*Grabs another *

So...*Twiddles her fingers*...What shall we do now?

Eat? Drink? Talk about men behind their backs whilst they're not here? Or all three?

*Mixes up a few and sets out some munchies.*

(chomp, chomp) We could, (chomp), tell stories about, (chomp), best and worst dates we've been on.

Help yourselves!

*Tries to look behind his back, to see if there's anyone talking there*

*Helps herself to a handful of snacks and speaks through a half-chewed mouthful*

The best date I ever had came in one of those long cardboard boxes with lids on, covered in cellophane and with one of those little plastic fork things...

Oh! "That" sort of date Mari...

That would have been the sauna I took with John following a work-out together...Nothing on but a towel and right before we had our first

*Gwennie's eyes glaze over as she drifts off in a world of her own*

Is there any ice in that bucket Mari?

The worst date was with a boring one with a gorgeous hunk who was a male model but was so vacuous and self-obsessed that it was impossible to hold a conversation with him. The worst thing was that even though I was driving, I was marooned for the night as only he could remember the way home from the party we were at which was miles away from my usual haunts!

*Flexes what passes for a muscle. Pretends not to listen*

Did anyone just hear a creaking noise in here? Mari, I think your drinks cabinet's hinges need oiling girl.

*giggles, then tries to disappear somehow, in such a way that everybody _must_ notice her behaviour and _has to_ ask why she's doing it, so that she can answer that she _never_ had _any_ dates and is absolutely chaste*

*Mixes up an extra strong for Floh.*

My best date lasted for two weeks last September.

My worst date? I went to a party with my new boyfriend and my old boyfriend showed up and tried to beat the out of the new one. ~sigh~ Men.

Oh yeah