On Sun, 22 Mar 1998, Andrew Huang wrote:

Nanami: [testily] I mean, what a normal human looks like today has got to
be something entirely different than what Beryl remembers as a normal
human.

Pluto:  What is meant is that they weren't green with tentacles or flying
around zapping things.

them, then forgotten about it. Now they've been reincarnated.  Well, I
will fix that.  I know I've got a few mind-control crystals lying around
somewhere.  

      Wait...if my henchmen have been dead, who did I put in charge of my
energy draining operations?  More holes in her memory.  Beryl frowned.
Something funny was going on.

Andrew: Isn't Swiss-cheese memory more the domain of Luna?

Pluto:  Normally.  But things are different here.

 

      "What do you think of the Matsuuras?"  Miki clambered up onto her
desk to hang a picture on the wall.  

      "They seem like nice people, which probably means they're just
trying to lure us into a false sense of security before they try to steal
all our energy and throw our bodies in a dumpster."  Luna stretched.  "Or

Nanami: Is Luna usually this paranoid?

Miki:  No, but then Usagi's parents aren't as weird as mine.
 

      "No, this was an all-time low for them."  She raised the hammer and
brought it down on her thumb.  "AAAAA!!!!"  She toppled backwards off the
desk, but to her surprise, someone caught her.

Andrew: I'd mumble something about copping a feel, but I don't think that
there's much to feel.

Miki:  ANDREW!!!!

 

Andrew: I mean...[looking through part 1] it's not even in the story...
Right?

Miki:  YOU just weren't paying attention.

 

       Beryl sighed.  If I have to go through this with all four
generals...  "Do you remember anything?"

      "All I know is that it must be Makoto's fault."  He paused.  "That I
can't remember anything."  He paused again.  "At least, I think his name
is Makoto."

Nanami: "Makoto's fault"...that's....

Andrew: Crap!

Nanami: AAAAAAGH! ONIICHAN! KILL!!!!!

Miki:  Be my guest.

checking the report.  "Yes, it says that right here.  How do you sell
discounts?"  He was tall and fat with dark black hair.  

       The committee had to be hastily adjourned to a later date after
Quartzite extended her arms across the room and down Opal's throat, then
tried to rip out his lungs.  It was resolved to send Youma Bigmouth to
continue the operations until another meeting could be held.

[A now bandaged Andrew and a calmer Nanami blink at the screen.]

Nanami, Andrew: Wa-HA!!

Andrew: [grinning] That was a great bit.

Miki:  Thanks!

 

glowing bat in one hand and a yellow baseball in the other.  The poster
proclaimed her to be 'Softball Warrior V, protector of the innocent'.
There was a TV station and time listed under that.  "Cool,"  Miki said.

Nanami: ...Suzu-chan?

Andrew: Makes sense. The fashion idol fing. Didn't know she played
softball, though.

Nanami: Eh. Altered universe.

Pluto:  She doesn't normally FIGHT evil, anyway.

       "She sent Beryl to Mordor?"

       "Well, Sauron wasn't using it anymore, so it was available.

Andrew: Hmm...the reference completely escapes me. Ah well...no biggie.

Bailesu:  [boggles]  You haven't read the Lord of the Rings?

       "And how soon will Beryl conquer everything?"

       Luna sweatdropped.  "Maybe we could do a search on the internet."

[Both snicker.]

Mercury:  Search.  Tennis Warriors.  1,024,456 sites found.  Would you
like to search Alta Vista?

 

     Miki smiled.  "We've been best friends for years now.  It's a lot of
fun.  Don't tell me there's no one you'd be willing to do that with?"

     Yuu shook his head.  "Not really."  He paused.  "I did have a friend
like that once, years ago, but we haven't seen each other in a while."

Andrew: Hmm...that would be An?

Yuu:  You think I'm gonna tell YOU?

     The conversation was interrupted by a girl approaching the table.
She was tall and pretty, with long green-black straight hair and large
bangs.  Her skin was deeply tanned and her eyes were a startling lavender.
Miki felt a surge of jealousy at the girl's nice figure.  She was wearing

Andrew: Sheesh. Still looks like a stick.

[A garnet orb whaps him upside the head.]

Miki:  Don't make us hurt you!

 

Andrew: [rubbing head] Hmmph...hey, wait. Why is Pluto from the original
Sailor Moon in here, if all the rest are going to be switched?

Pluto:  That's what I want to know.

TW Pluto:  She is a temporal anomaly, surviving only because of things I
cannot reveal.

Pluto:  Choose not to reveal.

TW Pluto:  Shh, stop blowing trade secrets.

     Her preternatural senses kicked in as she stood up.  Something was
wrong.  The time stream had been tampered with.  It was her duty to fix
such problems.  She summoned her staff and stepped into the place that was
not a place, into the time tunnel whose guardian she was.  From here, she
could observe all times and learn what was wrong.  Only she could enter
and leave so freely.

Andrew: Wha?

Nanami: How did she get over here, all of a sudden? And with a clonked
head?

TW Pluto:  She didn't.

Pluto:  Which is part of the problem.  

 

about twenty five to thirty years of age.  The other woman had long white
hair and deep blue eyes.  She was carrying a staff with the same orb
embedded in it as in Sailor Pluto's, but hers resembled a cross between a
glaive and a key, and she wore a pink tennis uniform, with the same symbol
in gold on her visor that Pluto had on her tiara.

[Both blink.]

Andrew: So, here's the Pluto who's native to this universe.... Long white
hair?

Nanami: Doesn't ring a bell. And this is still kind of confusing.

TW Pluto:  [smiles faintly]  I suppose I do look rather different in this
outfit.

 

Andrew: I hope you clear this up for us, Bailesu....

Nanami: Yeah. I'm still kind of confused.

Bailesu:  More to come :)

that Namamura-sensei, aka Na-chan, was not there that day.  Instead a very
groggy Kyoko-sensei was apparently substituting.  Except that she was
asleep.

Nanami: Hmm...Kyoko-sensei....

Andrew: Ah, yes. The Bitch from the Teacher's Lounge.

Miki:  The Teacher that would not die.
 

      Being well disciplined students, for about a half hour they just sat

Nanami: Half an hour!?

Andrew: Whatever happened to the ten-minute rule?

Miki:  We have higher standards in Japan.

       "But it always gets your attention."

[Nanami snickers.]

Andrew: Hey. I happen to _like_ that name.

Miki:  I can see why.

 

       The Saturday afternoon Principal-Teachers conference had
Ryoko-sensei worried.  Not only had Namamura-kun been sick for a week, but
his subsitute, Kyoko-sensei had been acting completely strange that whole
week as well. Now the Principal was ranting about the need for greater
discipline, and new teachers, and had taken to wearing a Richard Nixon

Nanami: Hmm...Ryoko-sensei is the only teacher unaffected?

Andrew: [overly dramatic] What-_ever_ could that mean?

Ryoko:  I have a name :)  They don't.  This gives me power!

another, she hadn't gotten around to it.  When she reached his apartment,
Akizuki Meiko was there as well, banging on the door and looking worried.

Andrew: Bleah. I tell you, he's not the right one for you, yeh!

Namamura-sensei:  [noogies Andrew]
 

      Ryoko frowned.  She had a feeling that something was wrong.  "You're
in his class, right, Akizuki-san?"

Andrew: [Ryoko-sensei voice] And he's got a Lolita complex, right?

Namamura-sensei:  [anvils Andrew]

golf ball tore through the middle of the horde, sending panicked zombies
flying.  It was the Masked Golfer.  "Don't despair, Tennis Warrior Moon!
I stopped by the gym on the way here!"  He hurled a huge bag of cans of
tennis balls to Tennis Warrior Moon.  

Andrew: Now, there's a problem the original didn't have to deal with. A
limited ammo supply....

Usagi:  Well, technically, I only have one tiara.

       Miki stared in disbelief.  Meiko didn't seem to have completely
flipped out when she was at school.

       'Will you become my first worshipper, Miki?  Check [ ] Yes or [  ]
No.'

      Miki boggled.  This was a joke, right?  It had to be a joke.  At
least, I sure HOPE this is a joke...

Andrew: Would've been more fun if it wasn't a joke.

Miki:  It'sa joke?

 

Nanami: Well, who knows how this'll turn out.

Andrew: Yep. More! Want more!

Nanami: Definitely good stuff. Thanks, Bailesu!

Glad you liked it!


John Walter Biles :  MA-History, Ph.D Wannabe at U. Kansas         
ranma@falcon.cc.ukans.edu       
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War is the way of the Wyrm.  And War is easy.  Peace is the way of Gaia.
But Peace is the hardest work there is.  So why not fight an all-out war
against the Wyrm?  In the shadow of the Apocalypse, why not win at all
costs?  Because that's what the Wyrm wants.  Because in winning we will
lose.  If we triumph in the Apocalypse through terror, suffering and
betrayal, we will create a world of terror, suffering and betrayal.  And
the Wyrm will win.  The only solution is Peace.  But how do we wage Peace?
We must win by healing the world.  We must win by changing ourselves.  Or
else our salvation becomes our damnation.
--Children of Gaia Tribebook (WW Storyteller system)