Quiet room...

[dulwichmum]

Thinks OHMYGOD - MICHAEL!

What has become of Batdog?

[Michael Palaeologus]

Baggy this swim suit.

[dulwichmum]

Oh the poor dog! He just fell out of your trouser leg...

He looks exhausted. I shall take him to ... powder his nose under the hair dryer.

[Michael Palaeologus]

Please feel free to give him these teeth back - having extracted from, somewhere.

Why is there a fine layer of powder all over D-M, batdog and the rest of the Quiet Room?

[mockney piers]

* shuffles quietly into room *

* shivers a bit with alcohol withdrawal and shredded nerves *

* puts on a pair of slippers, wraps up in a cosy dressing gown, plonks cushion over face and begins to doze on the lounger *

[Jonboy]

* pokes head round corner, never been in this room before *

[SeanMacGabhann]

* motions to DM, Mike, Mockney and the others to shhhh *

* turns on light behind large chair on which he is sitting, thus blinding Jonboy *

* a gust of wind blows shut the door behind Jonboy *

"Welcome to this Perfectly Normal room"

[Jonboy]

Jesus. You scared the life out of me with your lights & door tomfoolery.

Wheres the Administrator? - i think this counts as bullying

[Keef]

*Appears behind Jonboy*

"Are you a local?, We'll have no trouble here!"

*Hands Jonboy a pint of beer and some clean underwear* ;-)

[citizenED]

*shuffles*

*scratches end of nose*

*opens case of Domaine Couly-Dutheil Chinon 'Les Graviers'*

*pours*

*hands them round, starting wi' Mockney - poor fella look rough*

[Asset]

*smells wine and enters room*

*nice choice citizen*

*crack another bottle*

[Jonboy]

Thanks Keef, needed those. Especially the beer.

[Ant]

*appears from a single point in time-space with a thrrrrrp sound*

*thinks: oops - seem to have got that wrong. mind you, it has been a while...*

*raises a beer in brief moment before returning to work (been doing too much of that lately - the work, not the beer - and smiles a 'looking forward to the CPT quiz' kind of smile*

*is pulled kicking and screaming back into the single point in time-space with a gaaaaaaaah! noooooooo! as work's gravitational field reasserts itself*

[Asset]

*all that kicking and screaming is not on in here*

*he's gonna have to figure out a new way of vanishing*

*try holding your nose and blowing* *worked on rentaghost*

[SeanMacGabhann]

* winks at Jonboy and apologises of he scared him - t'were just a prank *

* flicks light switch to show newly decorated room *

* 3 hugh glitter balls descend from the ceiling *

* a mean bassline starts to eminate from newly installed speakers *

* people start dancing .. but something doesn't feel right.. *

* opps - sorry Piers.*

* turns music down *

[mockney piers]

* looks out from under cushion, sees nice glass waiting nearby, is tempted *

* rather surprised to find is clad in in jesters outfit - how weird *

[Asset]

*wondered what that jingling noise was*

*reaches over and snips off Mockneys bells* (oo er missus)

[TillieTrotter]

*You're not ringing anymore* *sung in football terrace fashion*

*gives Asset a nudge for a glass of vino*

[Asset]

*pours Tillie a glass from bottle pilfered from citizenED's crate*

*puts fingers on lips in gesture to stop singing*

[TillieTrotter]

*tells Asset that the Rosendale boot sale is on this Saturday*

*thinks to self, why didnt I post that in the appropriate section*

*thinks to self, must stop all this virtual drinking as makes me disorientated*

*thinks to self, must stop thinking to self and get out and meet real people* hic

[Asset]

*wonders if Tillie is doing aforementioned boot sale*

[TillieTrotter]

*nods to Asset*

*sips wine in ladylike fashion*

[citizenED]

*Sipping wine in gentlemanly style with Tillie and Asset is my kind of afternoon*

*drifts off to bemused reverie....*

*scores winning run for England at Lords...*

*scores winning goal for England at Wembley...*

*scores.....!*

*opens an eye - now that was some flight of fancy*

[TillieTrotter]

*raises glass to Ed and thinks what a lovely overarm he has*:)-D

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Marvellous googlies dear boy, simply marvellous*

*Eases pitcher of Pimms from parallel drinkie-verse*

*Bracer anybody?*

*Sets to ringing out knitted swimsuit - where is Ana when you need her and BOY do I need her now*

*Did I dream that DM was getting a little jealous of Ana's ever increasing profile? Surely not*