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

Good evening, Ma'am.

I've brought a small truck to take the whale and the seal home, if that would suit your needs.

Alternatively, you could offer me a dance?

I think I'd best be off to bed now as well. Sorry, Hyp.

I suppose we could take a spin on the dance floor before you load them up.

Do you think it's a good idea to load the two of them up together? I would have to interview for a new Presidential Seal. It's bad enough that all officials sealed this week will display a fat lip.

Night Baggers. Thanks for the rumba. *waves*

*waves to everyone*

They'll be all right. Speak sits on Pinniped quite a lot. He pops back into shape after a while.

I do hope you haven't been too offended by their behaviour tonight. Pinniped does have a disagreeable tendency to take over from time to time, as I'm sure you've noticed

*steers carefully round the whale, as the band strikes up*

You're right about Jodan's badges, by the way. Just between you and me, there are pictures to prove it.

Quite all right. I'm just sorry that Orchid was spurned. It's hard having your first real crush disappoint you like that. I'm not sure what I'm going to do to Jodan, but I assure you, it will be unplesant.

Pictures? I'm sure would pay handsomely for those. Do you suppose they bounce about when he gets frisky?

Give my regards to Speak.

*waves goodnight to departing guests*

Good heavens, where did everybody go?

*walks over to buffet table to sample the cheese, then sits down to listen to the music*

I surely will pass on your regards.

Don't worry about Orchid. She'll get over it.

As for the pictures, you'd have to ask your Avian Advisor. Aerial surveillance is full of surprises, it would seem.

You dance, beautifully, Madam President. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'll lash down this load, and bid you goodnight. Halloween is about to start in Pier-land, and I'd prefer to be home in case Ilmarinen wakes up in one of his moods.

Well, that was a memorable encounter.

Lovely buffet trays, by the way. Thanks.

Since things have calmed down a bit, I think I'll pop up to my private quarters and freshen up a bit.


Everyone, enjoy the music, the food and the bar. See you after while.

F S

*Silently enters, late in perfect keeping with his musetitle. Bribes the band with to play some soft smooth jazz for the early hours of the day and sits down to read the gossip and see the pictures in . Especially impressed with the very big picture needed of the whale*

*Comes back from her nap bright eyed and bushy tailed*

'ning, Reefgirl. A morning or ?

if you've got it please

*Enters late, so late as to have gone beyond merely fashionable and into some theoretical quantum state.*

Hi all!

*Mr. D is wearing a full great kilt in Farqharson tartan, a black shirt, black doublet, cream kilt hose and brown DMs.*

*Teuchter enters - wearing a white shot-silk dress which has a plain bodice and a full skirt, gathered at the waist. Across her bosom is draped a sash of Hunting MacPherson tartan and on her feet are neat, back lace-up dancing pumps.

Mr D - you look rather dashing today. Shall we see if we can rustle up enough for a Strip the Willow?

*heads for first

Sounds like a good idea Teuchter. Mind if I join you for that coffee you're eyeing up?

*passes Mr D and takes bacon sarnie from tray being circulated by waiter-bot

Hello there, you've missed the best part, a whale, a seal and the VP have been the subject of what can be best described as an episode of Eastenders