It's been months, bar time, since he's been here. During that time, Zaphod Beeblebrox, ex-President of the Galaxy, con artist, ex-convict and purveyor of fine second-hand ballpoint pens, has been in and out of three different time continuums, prison, and brief commercial sub-etha spots ( Read more... )

[OOM: Millitimed to this evening, a party is beginning. Invitations have been liberally distributed, a sign was posted, and there was even an ad in the Say True. Everyone over the age of consent in their home universe is invited, and formal dress is suggested ( Read more... )

[OOM: From the Adriatic Sun Prime: President Beeblebrox resigns! Eccentrica Gallumbits to replace him! Full Story, page 19.]

The door opens, and a two-headed man stolls into a bar, hooking his thumbs into his belt and surveying the area over the top of his smoked glasses, with two very satisfied grins ( Read more... )

Were Jubal Early to knock Anthy unconscious (in the process of kidnapping someone from the spaceship* on which she is a passenger) and be later accused of beating up a Rose Bride, his response would indubitably be, "That ain't a Rose Bride ( Read more... )

*Meg heads in to the main bar from the front door and sits down on the closest stool, reaching for a cup of coffee as she does so.

Afternoon break.*

Ford's back in the bar. He is minus his traditional satchel, with its myriad of contents.

Despite this, he has a much more upbeat attitude toward life since the last time he was here.

Come find out why.

Having totally missed the duel the previous night because he is was gallavanting around the Galaxy with Trillian, Ford wanders down the stairs.

Prefect inna bar. The cool kind of Prefect, not the stuffy Give-Me-That-Frisbee-Or-It'll-Be-Detention-For-You-Mister kind.

There is a giant crash outside, which sounds suspisciously like someone has crashed a rather large spaceship partially into the lake--which is, in fact, the case ( Read more... )

Arthur's sitting at the bar [in a seperate continuity from the happy hour post, viva millitime!] poking at his copy of the Hitchhiker's Guide. There's a vaguely troubled look on his face.

[Summary thus far: Arthur meets and frets over Random (Not his Random, the other one), snarks at Zaphod, worries about Trillian, and talks to newbie Squall. All ( Read more... )