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

*stares in disbelief*

*stands back proud of his latest creation*

I really like that effect ..... now for the combat smock !

*raising his Dolce and Gabana sunglasses once more he stares at NYC's combat smock until it turns into a scarlet lurex boob tube*

There - I think that completes the look

*comes round to see some hideouls clothes going on*

*cupboard door opens and SM drags herself towards it in order to sort out her bleeding shoulder*

Ooops ! ..... had to deal with the villains first

* dashes over to SM with a bandage but trips on his 24" flares and falls over*

*Helps pick up Red Dog, then helps SM fix the wound*

My brand new flares are a gonner !

*comes to groggily and stares at the interesting clothes*

None of it's as bad as my hot pink spandex cardigan...

*Corrupt struggles under the rubble, trying to move it out of the way, but is a bit encumbered by the very very VERY old-fashioned dress she seems to be wearing.*

...rakafrakin' super-zeros... ugh...

*smiles at Justin for helping her with her shoulder*

*stands up and looks around to do some hero-ing*

*NYC throws the pelt off his head and stomps it as if it were a giant cockroach, promptly falling down himself for lack of experience wearing such huge heels.*

AAUGH! I'm hideous! *BKAM BKAM BKAM*

*NYC fires his howitzer in a wide arc in the general direction of fashion victim boy, dealing a great deal of dust in the meantime. Hopefully, NYC can change during the smokescreen...*

hey, where do I get those hero-dial thingies?

I think they automatically come with being a super-zero...

*Continuing her struggle, her face pokes out from the rubble, rather ghost-like from all the dust stuck to her face, her hair, and pretty much any bit of her that was hit by the blasted rubble*

Who ever knew the h2g2 universe was so... /unstable/?

All CHOPPERS members had one issued to their pigeon-holes at HQ!

*isn't too impressed with the build-up of dust*

AH-CHOOO!

*After climbing several flights of stairs, emerges on the roof*

Right... where are we?

*Peers through the dust screen with his infra-red scope and spots NYC doing a runner*

I got you now, student-boy...

*Shoots several rounds from his sniper rifle at NYC's back*

*shouts at peter*
Oi! aren't we meant to keep him alive???

who defines what I do? I certainly don't remember LEAVING, specially not climbing up to a floor I CAN leave from (even Corrupt hasn't yet done that); and if you're gonna control what I do, at least don't shoot me in the back for it...

*NYC thrashes about trying to unheel himself, and promptly forgets about the rest of the outfit since he's now one uniform shade of dusty tan. The tubetop's kinda tight, tho. He hears a couple shots coming from outside the dorm, and wonders what unlucky student just got shot for daring to go to class. This is, of course, why NYC makes it a point not to go to class.*

*There are whackos out there.*

*dives for cover as the Howitzer shells explode against the uspace walls. From behind some rubble he spots Corrupt with the aid of his haut coiture supersenses and with a sharp glance manages to turn her footwear into late 1970's clogs and her clothing into a pale blue safari suit with hand stitched lapels. The ensmble s completed by a imitation tiger strpe handbag*

lovely !

Hmmm This is getting confusing....

If you're a good guy and you know it, clap your hands!

*mockingly claps*

Well, now that that horrible dress is gone--replaced by even more hideous garb--maybe I can get out of this rubble...

*she gets out of the rubble and dives behind the couch as someone opens fire again*

Well, you seem to have no qualms about controlling what anybody else does... anyway, I was shooting you across a courtyard, through a window, if it makes you happier. I'm the only one outside, AFAIK...

*Sees NYC's head pop into view through another, as yet intact window*

You know, tan against duck-egg-blue walls is just asking for trouble...

*Lines up his crosshairs and opens fire*