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

This space is fantastic i'm quit in to lighting so i reckon i can find a lighting rig some were here, purple and white ok? i have some up lights as well. i will bring them over soon.

Hi, everyone!

Sorry it took so long to get here. But now that I'm here, what can I help fix up?

Hi guys. I fix up a useful rehearsal room one day and the next I have to work out something for the kids.

It's that strange time of year called summer holidays, and they have holidays too, even though they're educated at home (best of both worlds is the phrase that comes to mind).

Tomorrow morning they go off into the ether (also known as the public bus service) to a week-long drama class. So... when they come back each evening they'll either be really tired (so I can work on the Pit) or really hyper (so I'll give them a paint brush each).

Lighting. Great. Just hope that Lee makes sure the place can take the power drain. Onwards and upwards (until the first electrocution).

Paint, eh?

I can do that...

*grabs a paintbrush, dips it into the paint can, and begins to paint a bannister*

The electricity supply is safe on the whole, but there are wall sockets in the kitchen area which need replacing. "Hanging off the wall" wouldn't be overstating it.

As you can see from the collection of paint cans by the front door, this is going to be a multi-coloured project. Unless somebody wants to mix them all together and produce a "variable brown" (please, no!), I'll leave you all to select colours to make a suitable atmosphere for the various areas (entrance, stage, kitchen/bar, standing/dancing).

This could be a great club except for the following facts:

* it's in a very unfashionable part of town

* it's not licensed for anything at all

* it's too small to make any money

Ah well...

Incidentally... I said "whistle while you work", but if the workers are musicians there's no reason to restrict ourselves to whistling. Rhythms tapped out on paint cans, acapella crooning, whistles and rhythmic yelps may slow the work-rate, but keep the team together.

Oh.

Well, that really goes without saying...

Someone was playing a Tracy Chapman tape - just voice and guitar - as I was sweeping up and wondering whether we would ever get more than one or two people in this place. I grabbed the trusty flute and joined in, only to find the key a little strange. Does she always work in an unhelpful A flat/C minor or do we have a little local tuning difficulty?

I was on my own today, and there was no momentum. It was hard enough to decide to boil a kettle, let alone paint or reduce the deadliness quotient of the electricity system.

So I plugged in the amp, watched to make sure it didn't burst into flames, and chugged away with a few strangled vocals to try out a couple of disinterred songs.

I know we don't see this problem too often on H2G2, but the space is going to go to someone else if we don't get a few more people in.

How so?

This place is in the middle of nowhere. I wandered around for hours trying to find it, for zark's sake. Plus, at the moment I don't think anyone would want a place like this. Don't get me wrong, we could really fix it up and make it a great hall...


*a dim light begins to flicker above Yossarian's head*

I've got it! I'll put us on the Noticeboard! Everyone goes to check out the Noticeboard!

*grabs his bowler hat, and runs out the building, laughing like a maniac*

Be careful. The place has a lot of potential, but it does have the interesting extra feature of being just outside the wire of the nuclear weapons research establishment. They wear very big peaked caps out there, and they get very interested in people who run out laughing manicly.

*runs back inside in a straight-jacket, slams and locks the door just as two bouncers wearing scrubs were about to make a grab for him*

It wasn't working, but I'll try it again tomorrow.

Could you help me out of this thing. I'm not used to having my arms wrapped around myself like this, and it's a bit painful...

So tell me, is this band ever planning to meet?

I've been hanging around but only a couple of people have shown up. Critical mass this ain't.

*MoG barges into the room, towing a little red wagon piled high with a cooler full of beer and garnishes, a couple crates of booze, some mixers, a blender, and a large can of lychees perched on top.*

*looks the place over with a raised brow*

HUMPH.

*mutters something to herself about cleanliness being next to godliness*

Hi y'all. Looks to me as if you're in need of a bartender here. Shall I mix us some cosmicpolitans before we start to clean this joint up, or shall we wait til after? I vote for before... work always seems to go better that way.

*laughs happily*

Welcome to The Pit.

Bring on the booze. It might cheer the place up a bit...

* wipes off one of those disreputable-looking formica tables and unloads her wagon to make a little bar to work from.*

Any chance we could build a proper bar in here so I can work my mixological miracles without getting a backache? I'll supply the materials, and I have a lovely mirror we could hang on the wall. It ALWAYS knows the correct answer when I ask it who's the fairest of them all.

*quicker than y'all can sneeze, MoGgie pours the contents of several bottles into a shaker and sprinkles something sparkly on top that causes a small wisp of smoke to swirl into the air. She boogies around the room shaking the concoction like a maraca as she warbles a cha cha version of 'One Bourbon, One Scotch, and One Beer' (yes, it sounds pretty scary, but it'll get rid of the rats) and then pours a for everyone.*

Cheers!

Thanks .

*sips *

Now honestly, how did you manage to come across our humble pit?

Well, I COULD claim omnipresence, but in this case that wouldn't be quite accurate. Actually, Mund invited me to come on over. I'm not at all sure he knew what he was getting himself into, though.