Quiet room...

[Keef]

*Puts on bandana and huge sunglasses in preparation for Guitar Hero game*

[Ant]

*is surprised to learn that stuff peaked in Jan 2007*

*is being geeky but feels emboldened by the knowledge that taunts of geekery relayed over the internet implode before they reach their target*

[mockney piers]

*is even more surprised that I've been to baghdad and am rather older than I thought *

[Ant]

Yunno, I did that very same search. Doesn't work with quotes around it.

[citizenED]

*sinking deeper and deeper into the Pony duvet - its sounds muffled in here - it's geeting darking in here - it's smelling worse in here; deeper, deeper, darker, darker, snuggling further.....whoops, Ive delved in so deeply I've emerged on the other side. Time for a drink.*

[Bea]

Walks into quiet room, sighs with relief.

Heads over to DMs Large purple velvet armchair, sinks in. Smiles to self as slips long straw into bottle of Krug, taken from enormous handbag...

[mockney piers]

* welcomes Bea to the Quiet Room for the first time with a barely perceptible wink *

* offers her a chocamochaflocka latte with a splash of something weekendy *

[Ant]

*waves at Bea with a similarly was-it-really-there? wink*

[Bellenden Belle]

*Slips back into room*

*Waves a big welcome at Bea... leaves the winking to the boys*

*A kir royal appears in my hand...it is indeed the start of the weekend.*

*Sinks into comfy chesterfield sofa..... ahhhhhhhh, at last*

[Bea]

Realises that wig is slightly lop sided, pulls it straight.

Pushes sunglasses higher up onto perfect nose.

Smiles to new chums. Decides to party....

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Hops in, happy to be back from Estonia*

*Where's my Spiderman duvet?*

*WHERE'S MY SPIDERMAN DUVET??!!*

*GIMME BACK, GIMME BACK GIMME BACK, IWANITNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW*

*Bursts into tears and slumps in corner, desolate*

[Huguenot]

*Puts matches back in pocket*

[TillieTrotter]

Whispers *Welcome home Mike*:))

[dulwichmum]

Pulls enormous Spiderman Duvet from handbag and dashes over to Mr Michael Palaeologus. Tucks him in nice and snug. Texts Ana to bring chum back his periscope, reading material (Ohmygod!!!) and nice bar of Frys Chocolate Cream - for a special treat. Smiles and thinks welcome home to the Quiet Room Michael.

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Sniff, snivle, 'nk you Dulwichmum, 'nk you Tillie Trotter*

*Polishes lens of periscope with one of the less gooey corners of Spiderman duvet*

*Actually, this duvet is big enough to cover me, Ana and Mrs Dobbin .........*

*Perks up enormously*

[dulwichmum]

Sniffs the air,... I am sure I can smell a donkey in here!

Removes perfect small doglet from handbag - and sends him to search the Quiet Room.

Lovely little Batdog will do anything for a Bonio and a nice plump cushion in the sunshine...

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Hmmm - Batdog vs Mrs Dobbin fight-off in the quiet room - now there's a thought*

[dulwichmum]

Don't kid yourself Michael, Batdog may claim to be small - but I am sure he is perfectly formed! I know he is terribly bright, and when he has a mission in mind - well, I wouldn't like to imagine what could possibly happen...

DM

[SeanMacGabhann]

* enters and notices the following: *

beer cans stacked in pyramid formation

champagne glasses chucked in a corner, all broken (both types - the flute ones and the breast-modelled ones)

2 slivers of "meat substance" - probably from a keeebab by the bit of carpet near the door

the absence of ANY people

some tumbleweed

* thinks to self; "when I were younger this place were right busy. I didn't used to come in much meself like, just put nose up against window but still an all..." *

[mockney piers]

* intangibly floats through room, a mere shadow of self, an afterthought, a whisper *

* thinks to self my nickname was tumbleweed once you know *

[citizenED]

shuffles into room, then brightly hurdles over the bar, pours a straight whiskey and slides it along the bar in Mockney's direction. spits pellet of tobacco - misses spittoon by inches. that kind of day.

[SeanMacGabhann]

Life resumes in the Quiet Room

albeit the kind of life which leads one to bad habits - Whiskey and tobacco chewing are fine pursuits but not conducive to a full weeks work (5 whole days? I ask you....)

[Keef]

*Walks in, falls flat on face... Decides this is as good a spot as any to sleep*

[bagpuss78]

"What year is it?...whos the president?"

*thinks to self I might just be still a little pished*

(i didn't tell work that when i rang in earlier though!)

*slumps down half on bean bag...half not....and sleeps!*

[Keef]

*Hates Bagpuss for calling in... Curses last Monday's sicky as need is greater today!*