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

*This is the entrance to the residential facilities of the Grand Repository Of Knowledge. The ever present LibraGram sits behind a desk, next to a directory of the current residents*

*Strides in*

[Yar arrives, using the Force to see if he's had any luck locating Anti-Affy]

*Yar can't sense him in any of the Residential chambers. But that doesn't mean that he might not go to one of them at some point*

LibraGram-Hello, gentlemen! Interested in making full use of your 24 hours of membership by spending the night? I think that we have a large suite of rooms currently available.

[Yar] Nah, I'm just looking for a particular person. Goes by Afgncaap5 or some variation thereof. Does he reside here?

LibraGram-Yes, Afgncaap5 resides here at night in Suite #17, though never for more than a few hours at a time. He's been working like a maniac, rushing between the "most applicable" Reading Rooms (as he calls them) and Lab Complex 21.

[Yar] I see ... thank you for your help. [heads back]

*Walks over to suite #17 and knocks on the door.*

*No response*

*tries the door to see if it's open.*

*Nope*

*tries to force the door open.*

*Doesn't work*

*examines the lock*

*It's a magnetic card lock, presumably activated by the Library Cards*

*tries his day pass in the lock.*

*The buzzer rings, indicating that the card doesn't work here. to confirm this, a message pops up saying "This Is Not Your Room." However, a moment later the door opens, and a surprised looking character pulling a dolley (on which sits a large weapon) emerges*

Character-Can I help you?

*NYC comes running through the lobby, nearly plowing over Skullock and the surprised Character in his haste for evil-Affy. The character is about to speak to the matter*

[character] Just what ar--

[NYC] Thisisforyoutreatitkindly! *whp-CLONG-G-G*

*NYC hops on the dolly and smacks the missile down with a resounding clong that doesn't seem to go away as quickly as any sane person with a feeling of self-preservation would want it. NYC leaves it on the dolly and dives for the interior of the room*

[Ray glides in like Magus, lands, and then starts dashing after him faster than most humans are allowed to.]

*Anti-Affy5 jumps back in surprise. He grimaces, and pulls out a faded parchment*

Anti-Affy5-That meddling....oooh, I've only got one of these, too! GIRGOL!

*So saying, the faded parchment vanishes in a flash of light. Anti-Affy5 watches as time grinds to a standstill around him. Knowing his "time" is limited, Anti-Affy5 runs back into his room, assembles all of his necessary research papers, and runs back out. Time on his side once again, he carefully opens a side-panel on the weapon and pulls out what looks like a floppy disk. Time pops back into existence*

Anti-Affy5-Hmmm, couldn't salvage all the disks....oh, well. As long as I've got the research papers, building a new one of these won't be too difficult. Later!

*Anti-Affy5 runs towards the Reading Room*