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

There's a shower here?!?

There is?

*hastily joins the forming queue*

*exits the shower feeling very much better*

Quite amazing, whilst you're in the shower you clothes get washed and dryed too! I could do with one of those showers at home

*bogarts the shower*

*finds her little and stands in the queue*

*Blissful sighs emanate from the shower. Finally, Witty emerges all clean and shiny. She steps over the gunk strewn all over the church, careful not to touch anything.*

That was wonderful! Terrific massage action!

Do you think it can handle white leather that's been worn for several months? *looks down at her 'white' cowgirl outfit that is now grey*

*dashes into the shower quickly before anyone else gets there*

*smiles to see that the salonista posse still knows enough to keep food and hot water higher on the priority list than reckless plunges into danger*

At least I was able to wash regularly while I was imprisoned, and with nice bath stuff, too. *smiles over at Floradora, who has clearly, through her expression, adjusting to the idea of marriage to James Arthur Bottomley III and all his baggage*

*emerges from the shower, drying her antennae on a towel*

*GL's watch plays the opening chords of "a groovy kind of love" before GL hastily stops it.*

That'll be for me.

*He puts the watch up to his ear and listens. A few moments later he nods and pushes a button on the watch.*

Well, the securibots didn't find any bombs. A bunch of other stuff, but no bombs.

*Scratches head*

But it MUST be there somewhere.

*steps into shower*

[Zero] I have a bad feeling about this.

*darkly*
You're just afraid of getting stuck in the notorious atelier backlog.

*Blue Bear coaxes the pugs into the cue for the shower. Carmel checks everywhere to see if there is some sort of warning that the shower is not safe for 100% synthetic fiber-fill, then cautiously joins the cue. *

No bomb found? I mean, no new bomb? I mean, no bomb was found in the Atelier where there wasn't supposed to be one?

*Blinks a few times*

Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't be a cause for alarm, would it?

*twirls mustache thinking about where his valet is so that he might undress and commence ablutions*

*Rushes for the shower queue*

*emerges from the shower looking very refreshed*

*notices the long queue*

Sorry for taking so long...

*finds a broom in the corner of the vestry and attempts to sweep the floor of the nave*

This would all make execellent compost.

*takes to the air on the DFB to avoid being swept up*