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

*the winds die down, a collective sigh of relief is heard from the cowering shadows, s and gargoyles. Michele's eyes slowly fade from angry glowing green to their normal lovely dark brown color. The gargoyle flies back down and starts mixing s. Chess pieces start bickering amongst themselves again...two white pawns gang up on a black knight and drag him off of his horse. The gargoyle pops two jalapeno stuffed olives into a martini, stirs, turns and growls at the chess pieces, frightening the errant white pawns, and sending them scittering across the board to hide behind the white Queen...Michele pats her fly-away hair back into place and smiles at Lurcher...

"Well, that really was an evil question to ask a lady - now wasn't it?! I should probably post my real age anyway, as maybe that would keep a certain 16 year old male researcher from hounding me into privately emailing him off of h2g2... I know - I'll let you figure it out with a clue! As of this recent birthday, I am one year past the h2g2 sacred number...

Still a slip of a child!!
Here`s to you Michele

L

And how old are you sir?

hello michele
*jumps in from a tall tree*

Welcome Galen!

Lurcher and I were just discussing the atrocity of asking a lady her age. Would you care for a jalapeno martini? The gargoyle is making some up as we speak.

*In the corner by the liquor cabinet a very large grey stone gargoyle is stirring martinis...he turns his head towards Galen and grins as his eyes glow red*

Michele. my sweet, I am what could be termed, er, mature

Old enough to know what it`s all about, young enough to do something about it it!! (given sufficient notice)

*Or so he fondly imagines*

Not good enough Lurcher my dear, you have to be more specific than that!

Er..pass

(thought so! )

*sits with her captured pawn between her paws, listening to the intrigueing conversation* ooo i would place him at...hmmm...1 and a half... in cat years of course ...me.. i am erm...a wise old cat of 2 and a half

>^..^<

* goes to the cupboard and gets out a fresh sprig of catnip to give to Fallin Space kat *

ooo thankyou!!!

*sniffs catnip*

*runs around room like a nut*

*falls most suddenly into a deep catnip induced slumber*

>^..^<

::Enters with Cleo::
::Looks at Michele::I refuse to believe that you're a day over 21.
I've bought a box of cat ages for Fallin Space kat. Starting from 6 weeks upwards.
Have you met Cleo? She belongs to Sergeant Mushroom but I seem to have ended up looking after her.
Cleo::giggles::

I`ve heard that giggle before, but that was another place,another time.
Mind you, she giggles all over the place

*gets a fresh sprig of catnip for Cleo, a jalapeno martini for Lurcher one for the Count, and one for herself*

I must say that the gargoyle makes THE BEST jalapeno stuffed olive martini's!

I have to compliment you on the way you've managed to keep the gargoyle.
I used to have lots at the old Schlöss but they always fly off.
Maybe I should have kept them indoors.

*wakes*

*notices cleo running round room with the catnip...smiles friendly like* ooo did i really look that silly???

ooo can i have 8 weeks please? ::reminices:: ahh 8 weeks..wot wild times hehe *purrs at mist*

>^..^<

hallo everyone, how has it been?

It's been fun

good