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

/* Zeppo drops the shoe, puts his tail between his legs, and sulks off to hide behind the spring frame that used to be the sofa. */

Sticky toffee? Funny, I just got craving for that too, but until just a second ago I had a craving for, a shoe. As much as I'd like to stay here where it's nice and comfortable, I think I don't want to spend the rest of my life chasing GL's foot, so I vote for finding Admin Level 2.

*Comes into the salon and fills a plate with food. Between mouthfulls, he speaks:*

Well, I've been all around this floor and there are no exits down to the floor below - they've all been sealed up. I did see a stone staircase down to some sort of arena or something, but it was a dead end. I could pry open the lift doors a little, but there is only an empty shaft there. I had a look in the fireplace and the chimney joins another coming from below, but I couldn't see where that second chimney came from.

Hey, thanks, Titania!

I agree with d'E - we should try to find Admin. Level 2. Ivana, do you know anything about an Admin Level 2? It certainly didn't exist in our time.

I must agree with d'E and GL, let's find Admin Level 2.

But it could be so comfortable here with some dusting and hammer and nails. We could order some new furniture on line, build a nice fire in the grate and it could be just like the good old days again.

Well, that's true, Caer, and it certainly sounds appealing. However, I think that once the folks downstairs notice that we are here...

*draws his finger across his throat*

Hopefully, we can get to Admin. Level 2, and then to the Cafe, and then to the mine tunnels without being noticed.

And if we roast the shoe with a little satay sauce...


/* snaps to attention */

I meant to say, do you think we could rappel down the elevator shaft?

*resolutely pulls the shoe that Zeppo has been chewing on off GL's foot*

*shakes it vigorously to see if anything falls out of it*

*examines the sole - outside, that is*

*examines the heel*

Well, I suppose it would be better to return to our own Atelier. At least we can stock up on Matina's meals first.

Gord, the spiral stairway should lead to a mosh pit and tunnels that go off from there. Did you see sealed off tunnels or just a dead end?

I had a craving for Szechuan tofu. I wonder if the beers I had garbled the orchids?

*helps herself to another Obscure Canadian Beer*

*sea is greatly miffed that she is being forced to PAY for services rendered like some sort of... of... /good citizen/. eugh*

*muttered*

Fine. What do you consider fair?

*takes out wallet and looks in it*

*moth escapes*

*Finishes his water*

*Waiting*

/* Watches as the moth lands on the carpet and an orchid attaches itself to the moth, then succumbs to sudden urge to shine the flashlight in his own eyes */



I think I need another beer.

*Very faint hollow laughter drifts through the salon from some indeterminable location.*


har har har....boost....

Well, Lil, I must admit that I didn't look too closely - it was quite dark down there and a quick glance around only showed solid walls. There were lots of shadows, though, and I could easily have missed a tunnel entrance or two.

Where do the tunnels go?

*drops the shoe*

*dives down behind a sofa*

*realizes that the sorry remains of said sofa provide insufficient cover*

*Cocks his head as if trying to hear something*

Well, let's see, sea. We originally agreed I would be paid one moxon an hour.

*Looks up to the ceiling, thinking aloud*

At one moxon an hour for...um...How many hours in a year?

*slips the maid a note which reads "don't forget about 42,000 years of inflation and back pay"*