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

I think we should eat and take the chance to clean ourselves up before we head back -- there's an undamaged washroom in the vestry. Apparently we have two carriages and plenty of horses for the riders for when we head back. And Zero has his dashboots.

*a look of gloom crosses Lil's face* I'll go to the guest cottage when we get back. It's got full comms and can link up with CLI and the atelier.

That's probably a good plan. When we get back, we'll make sure to disarm that bomb in no time, Lil.

*GL finishes speaking into his watch.*

Well, I just sent a clean-up crew of securibots into the Atelier to search. They also searched the public rooms of CLI. They'll report back as soon as they're done.

You know, I haven't used this watch since back in the days when Joanna spelled her name "Joanna". Don't know if I trust the tranporter function though, since the clock function is about 5 posts fast.

*Takes the last will of the Sunjello Kid from the Reverend. Unfolds the paper and reads it.*

Oh dear. I think this may have been meant for my brother . In any case, someone named Butch seems to have an inheritance coming to him.

*Reading over Herb's shoulder*

*Excited* Woooo hooooo! [Hot Dang!]

*Disappointed* Woooo wooooo wooo [Aw, shucks!]

Woo wooo wooo [I cain't collect - I'm dead!]

Wooooooooo wooooo wooo [Shore was nice of yuh, though, Sundance]

Wooooooo? [Whut the heck is he talking about]

WoooOOoooooo [He ain't dead!]

Woo woooooooo wooo [Musta just been the breeze]


Or a mistake

[X] I have dash boots, too. I just haven't used them much in this adventure.

Splendid - nothing like a nice juicy inheritance to set one up for life. I remember when Pater popped his clogs .... celebrations all around, particularly at Bertie the Bookmakers when I wiped my slate clean, what ! T'was larger than the Mexican National Debt at one point dontcherknow.

*guffaws*

*Carmel, who only understands the euphemism "no longer comes to play" (and she doesn't actually understand this, soft toys having a poor grasp of death and tend to take the euphemism literally), does not know what "popped his clogs" means. However, she intuitively understands that to guffaw about this happening to one's parent is most likely wrong. Very wrong.*

Excuse me, Mister Now-called-Lord-Lucan, Sir, if it's not too much bother, could you answer a question, please? When you were small, did you have a Teddy bear?

*Blue Bear wispers something in Carmel's ear. Most of this is unintelligible, but for the phrase "...ten pounds of force..."*

*has never met a talking soft toy and therefore ignores the bunny completely*

I say, Lucky, you'll ride with me and the fiancee, won't you? I have a handsome little gig outside that will get us to the church as smooth as you please. Wait till you see the horses -- I won them off Eggy Hastings last month.

*turns to the valet* Greaves, I'll take the footmen, but you and the driver will take charge of the bearers and find us lodgings close to wherever these ... *starts to say 'commoners' and then thinks better of it, since he hasn't been introduced to any of them and there are after all several known aristocrats in the crowd* people are going.

*the valet nods, turns, and leaves the church*

*gives the Bottomley person another suspicious look, knowing full well that anyone who pronounces the 't' at the end of valet when referring to his man servant is definitely no better than he ought to be. The look on the aforemontioned man servant's face when instructed to perform a task well below his station speaks volumes*

Hmmm....

*rummages in her top left inner pocket and finds a piece of paper which appears to be a receipt from the Celtic Ring*

Item 1: Crossbow, laser sighted, accurate to within a hair's breadth x1

Item 2: Crossbow, comedy stunt item x2 N.B unable to scientifically record accuracy, nearest estimate: chance would be a fine thing *

Oh no! I've been maligning the Ring all along, I've got Caer csd's crossbow and she must have mine!

*follows the valet out of the church and has a few words by way of directions and civility, then returns, too late to hear what Caerwynn was saying about crossbows*

Affi or Garius, could you contact Ampton and tell him that a retinue of bearers and upper servants will be arriving sometime today? We may have to put the bearers up at the farm.

*sits back down on the pew after getting another and a slice of mbougatses*

*goes outside to look at the Bottomley horses*

*Wanders outside to escape the smell of rotten mixed veg*

*joins Lil for a and a slice of mbougatses*

*joins in the and mbougatses*

Have we heard anything from the securibots yet, GL?

*makes a fresh pot of , shaking her head over the crossbow mix up*

Its a relief to know that my aim is probably not quite as bad as I thought!

Next time I'm sending caer csd on any quests or adventures.

More tea? Ah, wonderful.

/* Sips */

I've been thinking about the bomb, wondering what kind of bomb a jello would leave, but nothing comes to mind. Perhaps we could hold a seance to get the info from Jesse Jello? Those ghosts have been hanging around after all.

*goes to the vestry for a much needed shower*