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

So…as the man said…

Where do we go from here?

The Mariposa has weathered a lot of…well, weather::

The wild ride at Navarone…camels and lovely sheikhs.

The horrors of Tantalus…with its crystalline entities.

The Wedding of the Millennium on Ikea…and the subsequent coup d'etat, staged at a talent show, for smeg's sake.

The wonders of the Arcturan Stations…and the Trial of the Millennium.

The lush, romantic adventure of Reda, with its star-crossed lovers - okay, not the ones everybody *thought* would be there, but still…satisfyingly romantic. All that and Unicorn Dancers, too.

And now, the mysteries of Llanfair…and the musical delights of the Eisteddfod.

A DC has taken place…in Old Philadelphia.

A birthday is being celebrated…by tardis.

What lies ahead for humans, near-humans, and Gaels??? (Not to mention small furry creatures and min-a-toor horses?)

Will everybody find True Happiness (and put the writers out of a job)?

Will the Mariposa become unbalanced through the sheer weight of souvenirs?

Will Snoopy get the scoop he's looking for with Sophie Larris' menus?

Will we ever run out of questions?

Forty-two. No, not yet….

*Sgt Cooper is dismayed to find Captain Sharpe looking in the mirror*

'ere Captain, hit's my job to make sure you're in good order, what you want to be doin that for.

*Captain Sharpe growls*

If that Jaimie has given me grey hairs, he won't be sitting down for a month.

*Cooper is shocked*

Them animals is corngenitally h'unable to 'arm folks, Guv. YOu need h'another excuse to go beatin 'im.

*Sharpe looks at Cooper crossly*

You know nothin about it!

*Brunhild finally got a call from Paul this morning. She finally could complain about still being on Llanfair and that noone comes to visit her. Paul of course promises that he will come after work and that he will also bring Senta. He tells Brunhild a bit about the holiday on Caph V which makes her slightly envious. She never was on a holiday like that. She hardly ever was on holidays at all.*

*Paul has to end the call and Brunhild is alone again. She sighs and walks around in circles in her room for a while before she gets herself to go for a walk in the rain.*

*The engine room wheel stops - early, for once - and Jamison Douglass falls off, as is his wont*

*As is *his* wont, Sgt Williams, the kindhearted assistant of the surly Lt Jenkins, catches Jamie deftly*

*Jamie is pleased with the day's work, although hot and tired, and after a pause to put a cold, wet towel on his neck, and to drink a bottle of Starfleet water, he heads on home to the warren*

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*Gaels are swimming in the wendy house, and have decided to have a cookout, even though the warren temperature - like the temperature everywhere aboard the Maripos - is back to normal*

*Morgan lazes in the rock pool with Jamie, near the waterfall*

*She regards him curiously*

Why was Sar'nt Cooper muttering to himself about you and the Captain when he came by to pick up his baked goods?

*Jamie laughs, embarrassed*

Oh, I said something Fourth Watch I shouldn't have...and the Captain got alarmed. He accused me of trying to give him grey hairs.

*He chuckles*

Threatened me if he had any. And Sar'nt Cooper came in First Watch and said he thought the Captain had gone vain, looking at himself in the mirror like that.

*Jamie leans back in the cool water*

Actually, I thought till then maybe he'd forgotten it.

*Morgan wants to ask Jamie what he said that alarmed the Captain so much, but refrains - thinking it is perhaps something a mate wouldn't want to know*

*So she contents herself with swimming a few circuits of the pool to get rid of her worry, and runs into Ilya, who's diving to the bottom to pick up pretty stones again with Donald*

*Having finished his shift, Billy lets himself into the dorm*

*He strips off his tunic and enters the bathroom to turn on the shower, while he undresses*

*Today has been a busy one in the stores, everything needed to be shifted about and cleaned, counted and put back in order*

*When Paul comes back from work Tavaron brings him and Senta down to the planet where Brunhild is already waiting. She enters the tardis and is just happy about the company, even if Tavaron is there.
This time Tavaron decides to just stay when they are talking. It's her tardis, she doesn't let anyone make her go away. Brunhild isn't exactly happy about that but accepts it, especially after she gets a cup of coffee and they start eating the cake she has brought from town.*

*While Paul tells Brunhild about Caph, Brunhild strokes and pats Senta - they are both happy to see each other.
Tavaron mainly watches what happens and finds it better than usually.*

* Eli and Lucy are on their way back to town from the shuttleport. They have found Jamie's message, and Lucy made another modification to Eli's computer. He now can activate and deactivate the warning signal to his comlink at will, and at both ends. Once again neither of them feels much like spending the day at the hotel, so once again they decide to wander through town for a while, visiting parts they haven't seen yet. *

*Samantha Larris is quite content to have the brig mostly to herself - at any rate, Jack isn't here, and she gets on well enough with the others*

*There's still not much to do, though. She drinks her umpteenth cup of coffee while finishing Morgan's little tea cakes and staring at the viewscreens - but neither Kyra nor Taliesin nor any would-be graffitiers are around. In fact, there's a surprising lack of action. The dog owners are even picking up after their pets in the Arboretum*

*Sadly, she can't use the consoles here to play VR games anymore. She's even wary of the solitaire. Though of course that *would* be a reason to see the Gaels again...*

*Billy hums to himself as he showers. The bathroom misting up nicely*

*He washes his hair, his hands travelling down his body, with all the training in the gym, he is getting very muscular. Hair is sprouting on his chest too*

*Billy is very proud of that, as his father never had hair on his chest*

*Hank bangs on the door of the bathroom in his dorm with his fists*

Hey! You going to be much longer in there, Narcissus? Some of us need to *go*!

Wha'?? Stop ya moanin'!!

I'll be out in minute!!

*Billy turns off the shower. Grabbing a bathtowel, he wraps it about his waist and then he wipes the mirror with his hand to check if he needs to shave this evening*

Oi! 'Ank! Any chance we could go down ta that lounge where yer 'ang out?

*Hank has sat back down on his bed to polish his boots*

Who's *we*, then? I'm going out, dunno what *you're* doing.

*Jeb is lying on his belly on his own bunk, sketching on an epad and doing his best to ignore the others*

*Gaels sit around the wendy house eating hot dogs*

*Ilya muses*

Wonder why they call them that?

*Jamie laughs*

I asked somebody that once. Apparently, German immigrants to the US brought two things with them - sausages inna bun, and little, long dogs.

So they called dachshunds 'wiener dogs', and the sausages 'hot dogs'. Apparently, they sold them from wagons at college campuses in the 1890s.

*Liam laughs at the idea of college students eating hot dogs*

Voramus igitur.

*Rory laughs*

Cave canem.

*Jamie, who was forced by Prussians to learn Latin, largely to find out what a military genius that smeghead Julius Caesar was, laughs, too*

*Vercingetorix examines his hot dog warily - but not seeing any reason to beware it, devours it, anyway*

*The tall, muscular young man leaves the bathroom and swaggers about the dorm in his towel*

Why not? We could 'ang out tagether and pull a few birds!

Whatcha think eh?

*Billy sits on the lower bunk and begins to dry himself off*

*Hank snorts derisively*

The only "bird" you're going to "pull" is your rubber duckie, on a string behind you.

*He picks up his towel and a bag containing small bottles of his special shampoo and shower gel the others aren't allowed to use*

Oh I dunno..

*Billy stands, looking into the full length mirror on the wardrobe*

Me pecs are lookin' good.. an' look at me biceps!

Didya know Sarn't Harper says 'e can sort out me six pack too?

*He is standing flexing his muscles as he speaks*

*Then he drops the towel and begins to get dressed*

*Hank laughs*

Oh yeah, you're bee-you-tea-full, you are! Why don't you let Jeb draw ya?

*He sneers up at Jeb, who is carefully keeping his eyes on his sketchpad, though his ears have gone red, then disappears into the shower*

*Billy makes a rude gesture at Hank*

'Ey Jeb! Get ya gladrags on! We can follow 'im!

*Billy grins with mischief*

*Jeb shrugs, though Billy can't see him, as he's lying in the top bunk*

Nah. Go ahead. I'll just stay here.