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

*Joins E and PP at the table.*

Hello, folks.

*Smiles at PP*

I don't beleive we've met, have we?

PP: Oh, but we have met... Several times...

*noticing GL's incomprehending expression...*

PP: Well, OK... Let's say we didn't meet, I met you...

*noticing that this hasn't done much to clarify things...*

PP: You nearly stepped on me once or twice... But OK, I don't suppose you'd remember me from these encounters...

*peeps into GL's glass, notices it's empty and orders him another...*

PP: Anyway... I don't mind being stepped on... I got used to it...

*Suddenly comprehending*

Oh, I'm terribly sorry. So that was you that ran out from under my bed that night. I must admit I didn't get a clear view, since I had just returned from here. My reaction was merely reflex, since when I was a boy ... well, you don't want to hear about that.

*Sips at drink. Looks at E.*

So, who is flying this thing right now?

*walks over to bar in background and orders a raktagino*

*DD walks unto the bridge and collapses on seeing PP*

Oh, never mind... After all, I escaped... Having an A-level in evasive maneuvres came in pretty handy...

*looks at Joanna, waves hello*

Well, I'd imagine that Bluebottle should be flying the ship...he's the pilot...but he got taken to sickbay...so...erm...

Oh bugger...

*E runs back to the bridge, pushes the "autopliot" button, then goes back to the bar*

OK, all sorted.

*PP looks a little guilty...*

I'm sorry, E... I suppose that was my fault... I was the last on the bridge... But I found it empty, and so I figured someone had switched to autopilot already...

*drains his glass...*

*E notices DD...she runs over to see if she can help him come round*

*jumps up to help E with DD... They put him on another chair, and PP gets some strong Ol' Janx Spirit...*

Sorry lass it's just too exciting in the rugby at present.

*Joanna in the background looks concerned*

*E is relieved that DD is alright...*

You'll be fine.

Nothing that a little whiskey or champagne won't cure.

Strolls into the bar and pulls up a chair.

knocks back the dregs of someones left over drink and sings a song to himself.

Its hard work in the space between bulkheads. Being an inertial damper is not a job for the light headed.

Did someone offer me a whiskey?

Well I may have a wee dram for ye somewhere.

Well, now that everybody seems to have relaxed a bit after all of that with ventilation ducts, Pizzar ships, away missions, and slices of pepperoni, I think I'd better get back to the bridge & actually do something...

Well if someone is going to start driving this thing, I better slip back in between the bulkheads and take my place as a shock absorber in case we crash

*reports to GL*
Hi ho Sir, been told to report to you for help with something, wot wot?
*dangerously sloshing tea around*
so, what's it to be old chap?