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

*For some reason, has flashbacks of "To Catch a Thief" and fancies herself Grace Kelly to the handsome gentleman's Cary Grant*

Well hello. I'm glad you liked the horoscope. At first I worried over them, and then I said what the heck, it's not science.

*Extends delicate hand, sparkling diamond bracelet on her delicate wrist*

Nice to meet you. I'm Petunia, but you can call me Pet . None of my friends do, but you can.

You and Vince should teme up he keeps berying things I have no idea what though

*takes P's proffered hand and delicately plants a kiss thereon, whilst evaluating her bracelet with a professional's eye*

Enchante, Pet...

*flutters eyelashes *

The pleasure is mine. What is your line of work?

Being a Viscount, I don't really have to work, but to keep myself amused, I dabble in the liberation of precious stones-- err, I mean precious animals from captivity.

Bob & GB walk into the Bar having just finished washing & drying all the breakfast pots.
Bob hugs GB & says "We deserve a drink, my love"
GB nods.
Bob orders 2 PGGB's from Mandark.
GB waves to Petunia....

* bits of plaster peel off the ceiling as a racket thumps its merry way upstairs... *

*Waves back to GB, gives a knowing smile *

What's that racket upstairs, and this falling plaster?

*Thinks of making a catty weight remark, thinks better of it, considers it again, finally settles on...*

Has one of the horses gotten upstairs?

*Grins*
well someone is enjoying them seves.
*sits next to G.B. and putts thie drings on the table.*

Maybe two horses got upstairs....

A viscount? Really? I have an idea, Nexus. May I call you Nexus? Perhaps we could relieve a couple of "horses" of their jewelry.
I have a little hideaway in Florida, to which we could escape once the job is done.

Mmmmm... I like it! A sort of 'Carry On' Bonnie & Clyde, perhaps...

Perhaps we should wait until nightfall to do the job. In the meantime, we can work out a plan and kill time. Anything you'd like to do?

Perhaps we could retire to my room to... plan away from these prying eyes...

well the jewels are all safely tucked away. all you need do is find them... and they are well hidden, trust me


could i have a flute of champagne please? oh and Petunia, could you go deeper into your horoscope you left me?

It's busy in here!

~fights her way to the bar~

I'll have a large one please barperson, or whoever is serving here atm.

*clears throat, startled that FC snuck in unnoticed and overheard the conversation*

Oh, we were just talking about horses' jewels... and how geldings have theirs "stolen" from them.

Sorry about the joint horoscope, a colleague did it because I couldn't get a clear reading, only part of the horoscope was damaged and I can't back in touch with my colleague. As for your individual horoscope, it could mean a couple of things and I don't know which. One could mean use talcum powder on your wrists, the other could mean cut personal ties.

*shrugs*

If you'll excuse us, Nexus and I were just leaving.

*links arm over Nexus' arm and the enamored couple walk out whilst looking into each other's eyes*

*Ivor saunters in...

Sounds like I could be just what Mina ordered

it's true I didn't specify, but drink was what I had in mind.

Fetch me a drink, and then maybe I'll have something else in mind.

I just read post 178.....
oh, where are Ivor Biggun & Melons?
I owe them a big debt of gratitude....