Just a fun little fic.  Don't know how many parts it will be.  Don't
exactly care either...
PM (S)ide Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Fanfic
A Transdimensional Supply Corps Story
Supply and Demand

     I clock in, fully prepared for the day ahead.  This is the most
exciting time to work as a matter of fact.  For, people are, on average,
more active in the day.  Ergo, the work is the most active during the
day.  
     I place my lunch on my desk and sit down at it.  A few notes were
in front of me, detailing various problems that occured during the night
shift.  None of them are very bothersome, and one was actually allready
fixed.  I place the problem notes back on my desk and turn my attention
to what is going on at the moment.  
     Everyone is preparing for the hectic time to come.  My eyes follow
the bottom of a giant letter printed on the far wall.  It's an R, only
the first symbol in my sector's name.  It was designated R1/2 by
command.  I have no clue as to why exactly, but I do have an idea.  What
I don't understand is how the Creators knew what was going on in the
various worlds if they were supposed to have died out upon completion of
the project.
     Well, I'm just a grunt and have no place questioning the actions of
the Creators.  Those mysterious beings who had opened the dimensional
gates and sent forth a set of orders to those of us in The Between to
fulfill.  
     I am the head of the R1/2 division.  My job is to make sure
everything runs smoothly.  I watch as Orea tosses a bottle across the
room to Fio.  It's technically against the rules to consume alcohol
during work hours, but as long as it stayed in moderation I didn't care.
Who am I to take away the only life line to reality we have in such a
stressful job?  Anyway, I justify it by comparing it to drinking during
a football game.  This is much more interesting and action packed than
such a mundane sport as football, after all.  The people in my division
are all veterans and could do their jobs asleep and tied up, so I just
overlook it.  Overlook it, hell, I join in!
     I look up at the dimensional clock.  Both sides of the Vortex are
held in the same time stream, so workers don't do too much or too
little.  It is early, six o' clock, but it's about to begin.  
     I order the main viewing system to be brought on-line.  A huge
screen comes to life, displaying a young man and Panda sleeping.  Around
the edge of this large scene, smaller scene's show other people, also
sleeping.  In an instant the scene's can be switched around to allow
best viewing of the current active one.
     Over the next ten minutes the Focus Characters in all the places
have awakened.  An alarm buzzer goes off as the Panda looks down at the
boy next to him.  We know him as Ranma, who seems to be some sort of
great center in this reality.  He is the reason I think I know why the
Creators named this sector as they did.
     The buzzer goes off to declare that the FC is about to require
assistance from us.  Una is allready busy with the simple wooden sign,
quickly marking it with kana.  She then throws it to Fio, who places it
into the Port.  At the right moment, Elie pushes the button, and the
sign vanishes.  
     Everyone's attention moves to the screen as the Panda suddenly is
holding the sign, which declares 'Get up, boy!'.  The Panda then looks
quite sheepish, and tosses the sign away.
     "What a waste."  Mumbles Fio.  The rest of us nod in assent.
     The Panda then proceeds to hold his hand back as the buzzer sounds
again.  We are quite ready, as this is a very predictable start to a
morning here.  The bucket of water, which is always prepared and ready,
is set in the Port and sent, almost to the exact same coordinates.
     We grin as the boy is struck with the freezing water.  We take a
lot of pride in the temperature of our water.  In our sector, water
temperature is very important.
     A red haired girl, which replaced the boy thanks to the Curses
Department, jumps up and yells at her father.  She finishes with a
beautiful roundhouse which throws the Panda out the window.  We all
applaude the skill and finesse with which this is pulled off.  The boy
then goes out into the hallway, to run into a black haired girl.  
     This girl is also an FC, who's scene automatically replaces the
Panda's.  Una opens the mallet cabinet, as I make sure everyone is in
proper position for delivering.
     On the screen the inevitable happens as the two have a fight which
escalates until the buzzer sounds.  Una picks the standard issue A-25
from the rack and thows it to Fio.  He catches it with great skill
derived from practice, and puts it in the Port.
     As he presses the Transmit button all eyes fly to the screen.  We
didn't like to miss this.  I notice that even Anara looks up from her
station to see.  Anara runs the complex Gate system that keeps Ryoga
properly lost.
     We all wince as our delivery comes down on poor Ranma's head.  Soon
after, the crushed mallet vanishes from her hand.  Having been used
beyond repair, it gets automatically rerouted to the trash.
     I pray that Ranma will play dead or something, but know inside it's
not going to happen.
     Sure enough, Ranma utters the words, "Uncute Tomboy."
     "Not very intelligent is he?"  I look at Tren as he makes the
understatement of the year.
     Buzzer sounds.  This time Una picks up a C-58, much more powerful
than the first model we sent through.  Unable to simply toss it across
the room, she walks it to Fio.  He places it and sends it.  
     I close my eyes as I hear the resounding crunch come from the
speakers.  I have seen it a thousand times, but I'm still not used to
it.  
     I hear a warning beep.  Uh oh, I think, this can only mean one
thing.  I look to the screen.  Sure enough, a certain Chinese Amazon is
rushing toward the Tendo Dojo.  Following her is the FC, Mousse.  Things
were about to get, interesting...  
END FOR NOW
I'm mostly writing this for fun.  Something to do in my lull stages,
where I can't think of anything else, and the muse isn't striking me to
work on my other series.  So, don't worry all those of you who are
waiting for continuations, they are in the works.  Doesn't mean I
wouldn't like comments and such, of course.  Send 'em this way.  Thanks.

"Time seems to stand quite still.  In a child's world, it always will."
- The Moody Blues
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