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

Hello Ming!

Don't worry about it! We've got a major dance floor with two bands here and a forcefield which keeps the music and lights on the correct side of the floor. There's a full bar and more here. Also feel free to drop by the dinner thread where there's tons of food and conversation.

Good to see you!

*begins to waltz with Alien, taking full advantage of the large dance floor and the power of the Danube*

I like the black dress, Alien. Never out of style.

Oh, right, thanks.
*begins wandering around aimlessly*

*continues to waltz with Alien while watching Ming wandering aimlessly*

Hmmm... Ming has quite an interesting dance technique

*wanders straight into the bar*
Ouch! Hey- That's convenient!

Is there any lemonade?

¦M¦

So it seems...

*is surprised how well she manages the waltz although hasn't danced for a long time, but then decides it must be because of the marvellous dancing partner*

*waltzes over closer to the bar*

Lemonade is no problem, here.

*barbot fixes lemonade for Ming*

*blushes* I'm not really that good, Alien. The music and the company inspires me.

Here's something quite unusual....

*waltzes through the forcefield and they are suddenly hit with the music and lights of the conga line which is still playing on that side, then they slide back across and continue waltzing*

*as the last bars of Blue Danube are heard, RB and Alien stop near the bar, Alien all breathless but smiling*

That was wonderful, thank you Redbeard! *curtsys to him*
Now, if you excuse me, RL calls...

*bows to Alien* And thank YOU, M'Lady. Hope to see you here again.

*gets a glass of Celery's Six Grapes Port *

Ahhh... that was wonderful.

*applauds Redbeard and Alien*
*stares with surprise at lemonade*
*thanks Redbeard profusely for it ()*
*begins drinking it*

¦M¦

*nods his head at Ming*

Thank you. Getting the place here figured out yet, Ming?

*with everyone all Conga'd out, Odra and Dolores relax on the couches located off the dancefloor. Well, Odra does -- Dolores is wibbling a bit still*

You're insatiable, Dolores, y'know....

*Dolores grins and wobbles knowingly*

*Odra, spent, with muscles strained from dancing, passes out on couch. Dolores wibbles nearby, enthusiastically awaiting fresh partners.

*thinks how spiffed he'd be if Radiohead were here, playing Rhinestone cowboy...*

{{Dolores: [gives a wobbly look at Sporkulious] Hey there, handsome... want to dance? }}

Go on Sporky. You can do it.

I'd love to see this!

Don't be too rough on him, Dolores!

*returns to sofa in dining room*

*enters and goes to the virtual band that's been playing waltzes*

OK, bandleader. I'm going to take over this grand piano here. Bring over the other one from the next stage for ox and put it next to the digital keyboards there. We're going to do a little playing and the rest of you can join in to support.

*starts to warm up on the piano with Billy Joel's 'Root Beer Rag'*