Oh no?!
Oh, YES!!!
Oh dear...

ArbyFish(at a keyboard, typing something in to the music of the Pirates of
the Caribbean): Dum-da-dum-dah, da-dum-da-dum-da-dum! (hits the enter
key)

(The computer explodes)

ArbyFish(brightly): In-deed! (flutters off)

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Foreword:

I am faced with an odd sort of dilemma. There were sufficient
requests to warrant a NETTG spinoff of this sort, which was billed
as a Sailor V/Sailor Moon/NETTG/Rockman X crossover/spinoff.

Even without the Rockman stuff, the problem with writing such an
unruly beast is that a decision would have to be made on whether to
use the Manga Sailor V or to use something or other based on the
snippet of Sailor V plot from the Sailor Moon anime.

I've read the Sailor V manga scripts in preparation for this project,
but it's an awful lot to take in, and there are likely only a few
people that have read the actual thing. It is, with no doubt, a very,
very nice series, and has some rather well-developed characters,
including but not limited to that weird, wacky, wild card-chucking
Ace-guy and Minako's other friends, along with the entire villain
set.

But, that's a lot to presume with only having read the scripts.

And the problem with taking the anime version is that there just is
not enough material to go off of to make a bona fide series by
itself.

So, I'll just do what I always have: make something up and hope
nobody notices how completely, glaringly WRONG it all is. Either
that or take whatever suggestions and corrections others have to
offer. Besides, if no one knows it's wrong, it ain't wrong!!! ^_^

Either way, what bliss!

In any case, this story isn't about plot. It's about--

*Dramatic, cutesy music!!!*

(An orange-haired fourteen-year-old in a very lacy, ribbony,
stylized sailor suit with a short skirt and a bare midriff hops on
set)

Sailor Stylin'(strikes a pose): It's about LOVE! (blows a kiss)
FASHION! (twirls a ribbon in her long hair) It's about finding
evil and fighting it! (whips out a glittering sword and swings
it around) And that means you! (winks, giggling)

Let the spinoff madness begin! ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^

&&&[READY?! GO!!!]

	It was a typical day in London.

	Well, typical for a smoggy day in the nineteenth century where
the coal smoke gave all the visitors a lovely case of highly
malignant lung cancer in less than one hour flat.

	Unfortunately, it was in the late twentieth century, and the
date was April 1, 19XX. It was a very ambiguous year. Moreover, it
would seem that someone was playing an extraordinarily cruel April
Fool's day prank.

	This particular English prank, thus initiated in the Year of
Our Lord Nineteen Hundred and Some, involved blotting out the sun,
sending a horde of rather unpleasant beasties of the undead variety
to torment the populace amidst a thick, foul-smelling black fog.

	And all the while a gigantic, pulsating, floating, organic
platform rained down green balls of firey destruction upon the
English city.

	This looks like a job for... Superman!!!

	Unfortunately, in this particular universe, good old Kal-El's
space pod landed instead on Vulcan, where he learned the non-violent
ways of logic and became a world-renouned scientist, despite his
funny-looking ears.

	Who else can save this city? Green Lantern, that's who!

	...

	Hmm? Oh. Unfortunately, there was a slip-up, and our favorite
test pilot accidentally dropped his power ring down the sink while
he was washing his hands one bright midsummer morning. Oh well.

	While the alien assault platform punched a few holes in great
Big Ben's tower, spilling the ancient pocket change responsible for
its normal functioning, everyone wondered who could save them from
this senseless tragedy.

	Ranma Saotome, the ultra-well-trained martial artist aqua-
transsexual wonder-boy/girl and all around nice guy, could take care
of this threat with three or four ki-blasts! Ranma, come on down!

	During the wait, a couple of energy-vampires ran by and picked
up a few beautiful, screaming young women and began to run off with
them, cackling maniacally.

	...

	Eh heh, it looks like Ranma's busy. Something about--what was
it? Oh. He's in the future, engaged to Sailor Pluto, and is
unavailable for comment.

	Well, that's just great. NOW who shall save all these charming
Englishmen?!

	...

	More importantly, who will save all the Englishwomen?

	A charming redheaded specimen of that particular species
wondered that exact same thing as she was carried off by a werewolf,
no doubt to feast upon her refined voluptousness. "This happens all
the time when I try to go shopping," she muttered in her charming
British accent.

	In a flash of light, an tan-skinned, orange-haired girl
appeared atop a tall building. She had on a cutesy pink, blue,
white, and red sailor suit with bows and ribbons. On her shoulders
were small, circular emblems with the colours from the flags of
France, the fashion capital of the world.

	Before even bothering to scout out her position, the girl
instantly went through a series of overdone, vertebrae-popping,
super-contorted posing and gestures, all the while exclaiming, "I am
the Cute and Fluffy Formerly Oneshot Warrior for Love and Justice,
Sailor Stylin'! I fight for Beauty and Fashion! None of you Evil,
EVIL, Nasty monsters are even CLOSE to being up to date in the
Wonderful, Wyld World of Fashion Design! On behalf of Models
Everywhere, I will-GWAAAAH!!!"

	The gigantic alien assault platform interrupted Sailor Stylin's
speech by blasting away the portion of roof she had been standing on.

	The werewolf payed her no mind, running off with unspeakable
things in its mind to do to its captive.

	"Help, I say," the redhead's upper-class, accented cry faded
into the distance. "Oh, help?"

	"Hey, they can't do that!" the Cute and Fluffy Sailor muttered
to herself in a shocked voice, obviously considering herself the
target of a very serious faux pas. Quick to react, she pointed her
hand at another building as she tumbled downward and cried,
"Stylin'," she tossed her head, "Tough'n'Puffy Bow-Ribbons!"

	A yellow ribbon shot out from her hand and wrapped around a
conveniently-placed flagpole. Using the makeshift rope, she swung
downward, the ribbon elongating sufficiently enough to allow for
a soft landing.

	Or, it would have allowed her a soft landing had a razor-
winged vampire not screeched in her path, cutting the ribbon. The
gaunt, pale-skinned creature bared its fangs and swooped downward to
catch her and flew upwards, hissing in triumph.

	"Being handled like this is WAAAY out of style!" Stylin'
protested, prying an arm out of the monster's grasp with her special,
copyrighted, Limp-Wristed, Double-Jointed Appendage-Twirling Karate-
Shifting Action. She pointed her freed hand at the creature's face.
"Stylin' Barrette Barrage!"

	A smattering of sparks, shaped vaguely like small hair-
barrettes, blasted into the vampire's face, badly damaging its eyes.

	Howling in pain, the beast let go of its captive, allowing
her to fall once more.

	"That's how my daddy taught me to deal with evil nasties like
you!" Sailor Stylin' proclaimed, shaking a fist up at the monster.
She paused, suddenly noticing that she was falling a little too fast
for her to be able to stop herself. "WAAAAAH!"

	An instant before the girl would have hit the pavement, another
young woman leapt out of a second-story window, caught her, and made
a single forward somersault through an open window on the other side
of the narrow street.

	The newcomer was dressed in a girl's sailor suit. The blouse
was white and had a pair of jutting shoulder-guards, a blue sailor-
collar with a large red bow in the front, and panels of red to the
sides. The blouse remained unconnected to her short blue skirt and
moved in the wind. She also had a pair of blue high-heels and wore a
red bow in her long blonde hair. A red mask that looked like an
oversized pair of glasses covered her eyes.

	"Mina-san!" Stylin' exclaimed, throwing her arms around her
friend. "Thankyouthankyou, THANK YOU!"

	"Shhh," Mina said, putting a finger to her lips before letting
go of Stylin' and allowing her to stand. "Call me Sailor V right
now," she added peering at the girl who was exactly her height and
build, "and where's your mask?"

	"Oh, come on," Stylin' sighed, "masks are _so_ last week!"

	Sailor V smiled at that. "It sure is nice to see you're keeping
up on these things."

	Stylin' nodded proudly. "Umm-hmm!"

	V tightened her yellow-rimmed elbow-length white gloves,
adjusted her mask, put her hands on the window sill and stuck her
head out to see what was going on. She whistled before coming back
in. "Wow, it really looks bad out there, doesn't it?"

	Stylin' shook her head. "No, it's never bad. Daddy always says
that the tougher things look, the more fun they are to blow up
later."

	"That's the spirit! Never give up," V said, patting her friend
on the shoulder. She took out her compact and clicked it open,
holding it just far enough out the window so she could catch the
glint of the red fireworks blasting outside and still be able to
see the mirror. "Ouch, this is going to be rough. There's a whole
bunch of 'em out there."

	"Sailor V!" a white cat called over to them from outside. The
gold crescent moon mark on his forehead gleamed as he approached.

	"Artemis!" V breathed, going back over to the window. "What
do you think of London? Nice place to visit, huh?"

	Artemis laughed nervously. "Yeah, a great tourist spot, isn't
it?" He looked around at the destruction being caused before saying,
"Okay, I've scouted around and it looks like they're centered just
below the UFO. There's a really big, shadowy guy going in and out.
It looks like he's at the root of all this!"

	"Alrighty, then!" V replied enthusiastically, slapping a fist
into her palm. "We've gotta go blast that guy!"

	The white moon cat glanced past V to see Stylin'. "Oh! You
again. Are you still willing to help Sailor V? No one would think
less of you if you wanted to back out now." He shook his head and
looked down. "I never expected THIS to happen. Not yet, at least..."

	Stylin' mimicked her friend's action by slamming a gloved fist
into her other hand and shook her head. "I'm not backing out. V's my
friend, and if there's one thing my daddy taught me, it's
perseverance."

	Artemis breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, your father taught
you well, whoever he is. Too bad he's not here to help us in this
fight. There's a ring of guards and monsters around the boss-guy.
It's going to be a tough battle just to get through _them_."

	"Sailor S," V began, then paused, "we agreed we were calling
you S for now, right?"

	Stylin' nodded. "The name's in vogue, so Sailor S it is!"

	"Right. S," the blonde continued, pointing out the window
toward the UFO. Do you think you're up to teleporting up to that guy
and taking him out?"

	"I can certainly try," the fourteen-year-old with orange hair
replied.

	Artemis's eyes lit up. He hopped up to a flowerbox on the wall,
and from there, leapt into the room where S and V were standing. "I
just remembered something I have that might help."

	The cat made a flip in the air.

	In a puff of magical dust, a short sword with an elegant
handle and engravings on the blade appeared and fell lightly to the
floor.

	"Take this," Artemis told S. "It's the Crystal Wink Sword.
Technically, it's Sailor V's, but if you can get in close to the
leader, this might give you the advantage you'll need to stop him."

	"Artemis!" V nearly shouted at her beloved pet, putting her
hands on her hips. "If you had that all along, then why didn't you
give it to _me_?!"

	A large drop of sweat appeared on the cat's brow. "Uhh, I,
err." He quickly regained his composure. "You seemed to be doing
well enough before without it."

	V folded her arms and glared at Artemis. "Oh, is that so?"
she asked in a deathly quiet voice.

	"Okay, okay!" Artemis finally admitted. "I forgot about it!"

	Sailor Stylin' paid no attention to the squabble between the
other girl and her cat. Instead, she squealed in delight and picked
up the Crystal Wink Sword. "Oh, neat! It's perfect to complete my
outfit!" In the next instant, a pink sheath with stars on it appeared
on her back. She reached over her shoulder and slid the blade into
its new holder. She clasped her hands together, smiling brightly.
"Yeah! It's powerful, too. I can feel it."

	"Oh, all right," Sailor V said, then turned and looked her
friend in the eyes. "Are you ready?"

	"Ready or not," S replied, puffing out her chest, "I wanna make
my daddy proud!"

	"Things are getting worse," Artemis said, glancing down the
street. A team of zombies with football equipment and numbers on
their shirts was going for a home run straight through the street
below. "You have to go right now. We'll catch up with you if we can."

	Stylin' nodded. "Right!"

	The Cute and Fluffy Formerly Oneshot Senshi struck another
pose and put the fingers of her right hand in the V for Victory
sign.

	Stylin' disappeared in a wash of light and the sound of rushing
air.

	"Here's hoping she can do it," Artemis muttered under his
breath.

	Sailor V leapt out the window and effortlessly landed on the
ground. She held up a fist. "All right, Artemis, let's see what WE
can do in the meantime!"

---

	Downtown London was a mess.

	Apart from the litter and the architecture that had fallen
into disrepair, huge, gaping holes had been blasted into the old
and famous landmarks. Vampires, zombies, and other assorted
creatures rampaged their way through the broken-down buildings while
the strange, living aircraft hovered above it all, continuing to
wreak havoc with each passing minute.

	It would have been nice to see some British fighter aircraft
going after the unidentified flying object and shoot a few missiles
at it. The poor, mundane fighters would have gotten blown up in the
process, but hey, that's what they're for.

	However, with the thick fog and all the other startling,
dangerous events to deal with, no planes had managed to get off the
ground. The roiling black mist had also mystically blocked all known
radio frequencies. This also had an unfortunate side-effect: keeping
everyone from realizing that the tenth caller had already won the
weekend trip to Bermuda, and so continued to frantically redial,
jamming all of the phone lines.

	Still, the simple fact of Sailor Stylin's parentage endowed her
with incredible powers of tenacity. In a dogged effort, she managed
to cut through all the mystic blockage and transport herself, in the
form of a column of energy, past the UFO's defense perimeter and
within a few dozen meters of the boss.

	Through the fog, Stylin' could barely see anything, but thanks
to her second-generation Knight in Shining Armor energy matrix, she
could feel where everyone stood, fog or no fog.

	An angry screech nearby alerted her to the fact that the
monsters, too, could feel her presence.

	With a flourish, Sailor S unsheathed the Crystal Wink Sword.
"Stay back!" she warned. "My daddy sword-fights! Don't make me take
you out, you bad, bad, EVIL, nasty rejects from a fashion-show, you!"

	It was difficult to tell, given the obvious cultural barriers
that separated her from the vampires, but it sounded to S like they
were laughing at her.

	"Hmph!" Stylin' huffed, and began to run past the creatures
that surrounded her. When she sensed a monster's approach, she
instinctively cut with her new blade in an arc that she tried not
to think would cause maximum damage to her attackers. After all,
fashion design was her preferred venue, not destruction.

	Then she recalled the garish outfits that the monsters had
been wearing and realized that whatever she did, it could only be
an improvement.

	When the howls and screeches cut the air, she knew she had
scored several direct hits. "Haaaa!" she cried and doubled back.
Slashing low, she sliced out the knees of their jeans before
continuing on toward her destination.

	"In the name of models everywhere," she cried, her voice
faltering from the stress of being found among so many with no
semblance of a fashion sense, "I will punish you-ooooooooooh!"

	Suddenly the fog cleared, giving way to a circular space
just below the glowing bottom of the serpentine flying saucer.

	A flesh-eating zombie rushed out of the fog behind her.

	"EEEP!" Stylin' yelped before reflexively twirling around
and chopping the monster into a dozen wafer-sized sections, which
fell to the ground and burned with an unholy red fire until only
ash remained.

	"Wow," the girl whispered to herself while looking down at
the Wink Sword, "either this sword's REALLY magical or Daddy
fought a LOT better than I thought." She paused. "Fought...
Thought." She giggled. "Hey, that rhymes!"

	A wolf-man's growl caught Stylin's attention.

	Stylin's eyes went wide. "Yaaah!" She ducked a slash of the
monster's claws, sidestepped its fierce bite, and stabbed it through
the heart.

	The wolf-guy's mouth went wide. It backed away, sliding
off of Stylin's magical sword before stumbling back into the
darkness, barking pathetically.

	Before it left, Stylin' slashed a stylized 'S' into the back of
its shirt. "Let that be a lesson to you!" She struck a victory pose.
"Sailor S says: Eat right and dress tight!" She covered her mouth and
repressed a giggle. "I LOVE rhyming!"

	The sharp-winged vampire from earlier swooped into the clearing,
and upon seeing Sailor S, it flew downwards, licking its lips and
opening its fanged mouth wide in anticipation of its next meal.

	Stylin' wedged her eyes shut and quickly lifted her sword in
a fluid, practiced arc.

	There was an explosion of magic, a confused scream, a
squelching noise, and finally a crash behind her.

	The girl tentatively opened her eyes, then looked down to
see the vampire's severed wing twitching reflexively by her feet
before bursting into flames and disintegrating.

	S blinked. "Gosh..." She checked the sword's blade. It was
still spotless, glistening despite the lack of light surrounding it.

	Sailor Stylin' froze when she felt the temperature drop
several degrees. She turned around to see the center of the UFO
glow a deep shade of red. A pillar of darkness descended from
above and gradually coalesced into a very large and frightening
shape.

	Standing at least three and a half meters tall, with huge,
muscular arms, sharp claws, and big teeth, was a lizard-like
titan. Though its appendages were huge and looked very dangerous,
perhaps its most frightening feature was its yellow, glowing,
slitted eyes. Scales covered every inch of its thick hide.

	Acting on an unfamiliar instinct, the girl barely managed
to avoid being cut to ribbons when the monstrosity launched itself
at her, swinging its claws wildly. It moved so quickly that its
image blurred while it dashed along.

	"Yah!" Sailor S brought up her sword in an effort to slash
into the beast, but it moved much faster than she, hitting her
with the back of its hand with sufficient force to send her
sprawling across the plaza.

	"Owwwwwwwwwwww," Stylin whispered, trying to ignore the
large scrapes on her right leg. She tightened her grip on her
sword and stood back up, preparing to execute what she considered
a REALLY neat dashing sword maneuver that involved leaping over
her opponent's head and stabbing it from behind.

	She didn't even get the chance to start. Her opponent was
very large, but that did not seem to slow it down at all. The
creature performed exactly the same maneuver as before.

	This time, instead of dodging, S parried with her sword.
The crackling sound of magically-enhanced metal against something
even harder echoed throughout the clearing. Each lightning-fast
strike forced the girl back half a meter.

	Finally, the beast stood still, raising its gigantic arms
and uttering something unintelligible in its deep, gutteral voice.

	Taking advantage of the opening, Stylin' slashed downward
at her foe. "Yah!"

	Her sword parted flesh on its way through, but the creature
didn't seem to notice.

	The girl continued with a wide, powerful diagonal cut from its
shoulder to its lower torso. "Hoo!"

	Again, the monster paid no attention to her strike.

	Stylin' dove closer for a deeper swing, crying out, "HAAA!"

	This time, her sword stopped halfway through, and stuck there.

	Stylin' frowned, then looked up into the lizard-man's face.

	The monster was grinning.

	One might ask what it's like to be hit by a bolt of lightning.
It's an interesting sort of proposition. Remember when you were a
little kid and liked to stick long metal things into electrical
sockets? Crochet hooks are especially effective, but a foil chewing
gum wrapper will do in a pinch.

	In any case, when one touches those fun little pieces of metal
together, a jolt of a few hundred volts comes blasting through the
entry point, down the rest of the body, and out whatever is touching
the ground.

	On the other hand, when a bolt of lightning hits a person,
he or she gets an absolutely delightful shock of a million volts
or so directly to the head, generating a healthy, happy current, which
travels through the body and exits out the recipient's big toe, often
blackening his or her shoes on the way out.

	It's an interesting fact to know that such an event does not
always instantly kill the one struck. It merely cooks an individual
like a ballpark frank and leaves one feeling like an old, rough
leather suitcase that's just about ready to be cut apart and made
into cheap belts to be sold at a garage sale.

	This was more or less what Sailor Stylin' felt at the moment
when the titanic lizard lowered its huge hands and simultaneously
touched both of her shoulders.

	The intense feeling of electrocution seared through the girl's
body, and it was only ten seconds later, when her vision finally
showed a colour other than red, that she noticed she had been knocked
away into a nearby telephone pole, which had splintered and fallen
down from the impact of her body against it.

	She did not think about the danger of fallen electrical
cables, nor of what a horrible sort of predicament she was in, or
even about the damage that must have been done to her body in the
process.

	Her thoughts at that moment consisted of exactly one letter,
found on a standard keyboard just below the Q and right above the
Z, and repeated in close succession for several pages.

	Then she thought, "I just got this suit! He's gonna PAY!!!
Well, at least for the dry cleaning..."

	When the pain and outrage began to die down, Stylin' found,
not surprisingly, that she couldn't move. She could, however, hear
the heavy footsteps of the monster draw near, and could feel, numbly,
its cold fingers as it grabbed her by the waist and effortlessly
lifted her into the air before it.

	Stylin' used all her might to look up at the creature's
face, and saw its cruel grin. To her surprise, it began to speak.

	"You worthless little being," it whispered in a low, grating
voice, "did you really think you could defeat Nausteemaun? Eighth
Ruler of the Horrid Chaos Dimension From Whence There Is No Return?!"

	In the distance, Stylin' could hear the high-pitched hum of
what sounded like a steadily charging capacitor.

	"Crescent Beam," a distant voice intoned.

	Nausteemaun looked over to where the voice had originated.

	"SMASH!!!"

	A beam of solid golden light shot out of the fog and cut into
Nausteemaun's arm, severing it from his body and blasting him back
several meters.

	Stylin' was at once freed from the creature's grasp. The large,
displaced appendage fell off of her into a puddle of evaporating
black goo.

	Sailor V rushed out of the fog and placed herself between the
beast and her friend. "I am Sailor V!" she announced. "And you're
toast!" She held up her compact and pointed it at Nausteemaun.
"Crescent Beam..."

	The giant, now-one-armed lizard growled in pain and looked at
the two girls in a disgusted manner.

	"SMASH!" V finished in a dramatic manner, firing off another
laser beam at her enemy.

	Its image blurring, the beast leapt up into the red, glowing
section of the UFO, barely avoiding the beam and disappearing
instantly into the unidentified craft.

	Drawing the black fog into itself, the floating ship rose
higher into the air, going several hundred meters in just a few
seconds before vanishing entirely.

	The rising sun chose that moment to peek over the horizon,
bringing a soft, comforting light to the previously ominous
scenery.

	Both V and Stylin' breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

	"I guess," Stylin' whispered, managing to sit up, "I wasn't
strong enough to beat it..." She looked down and closed her eyes,
a tear going down her cheek. "I wanted to help... you know, do
stuff that'd make Daddy proud of me when I went back to see him."
She shook her head. "But I guess I'm not--"

	"Hey, take it easy, girlfriend," V cut in, putting a hand on
her friend's shoulder and showing a friendly, supportive smile.
"You did great!"

	Stylin' dried her tears and looked up at V. "You mean it?"

	V nodded. "Of course I do!"

	Artemis hopped out of the ruin of a building and ran up to
them. "Wonderful job, girls!" he called out to them. "The other
monsters are gone, and everything's back to normal." He cautiously
stepped over a chunk of Big Ben. "Well, sort of..."

	Looking around, V gave a shrug. "Eh. It was worse after last
year's World Cup play-off. They'll have this place fixed up in no
time."

	"It sure was brave of you to try and take on that guy by
yourself," the cat added.

	"Thanks, Artemis," Stylin' said, struggling to her feet. V
helped her keep her balance. "Oh! Your sword." She bent down to pick
up the Crystal Wink Sword. It was light enough not to affect her
balance. She held it up for V to take. "Artemis said it was yours,
didn't he?"

	V held up her hand in a gesture of refusal. "Naah, keep it."
She shrugged while continuing to smile. "I'm not all that great with
a sword, anyway." 

	Stylin' smiled as she was permitted to keep the blade. She
paused to sheathe it in the scabbard on her back. "Thanks!"

	Artemis nodded. "Yeah, I guess that'll be okay. Just don't
run off with it."

	The blonde glared at her cat. "Hey! She wouldn't do a thing
like that." She looked at the other girl. "Right?"

	"As long as we're alive, I'm sticking with you," Stylin'
declared.

	V high-fived S. "Yeah!"

	"Well," Artemis continued, "Mina and I need to get home.
School's going to start in an hour." He paused, noticing anew the
wreckage surrounding them. "Maybe, if they haven't cancelled it..."

	"If they haven't," V added, "we'll meet up at school. If they
have, we'll meet in the park, okay?"

	Stylin' swallowed hard and nodded, catching her breath. "Right.
I'll meet you there. I need to get home, too." She waved. "Bye!"

	"See you later," Artemis and Sailor V said together.

	The Cute and Fluffy Formerly Oneshot Senshi flashed a victory
sign, and disappeared in a wash of light.

	"I've REALLY got to get her to teach me how she does that
sometime," Sailor V commented, then yawned and stretched her arms.
"But first, I need a nap. I hate having to get up so early..."

&&&[Done.]


Now it's time for.............

Sailor Stylin's tip for the day! YAAAY!!! (twitch-twitch)

(Scene of Nausteemaun sneering at Sailor S)

"Sometimes, people just don't appreciate a good outfit when they
see one..."

(Scene of a vampire hauling off a voluptuous Englishwoman)

"But sometimes they do."

(Scene of Artemis making the Crystal Wink Sword appear)

"Lots of your friends'll be willing to help you accessorize..."

(Scene of a big, fluffy white seal taking one look at Stylin's new
outfit, then lowering his head and groaning in utter depression)

"And then you can have fun critiquing each other!"

(Scene of Sailors S and V in dramatic poses, winking with their
fingers in the V for Victory sign)

"And that's Sailor Stylin's tip for the day. Tee-hee!"

(Ending Credits, to the beat of Robotech's "We Will Win,"
sung by a delightfully dubbed Lynne Minmay)

Big thanks to:

Jason Hanks, for reviewing the first draft and not letting the
concept die out entirely!!!

Joseph Fenton, for reviewing this copy!!!

Larry F, for putting all my meaningless junk on his website!!!

And everyone else who voted in the Sailor Stylin' poll on the
Florestica Website...

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Hoooooooooo-kaaaaaaaaaay, did anyone else make it out alive?

I've had this idea for a few years, but it sort of died out
due to lack of time and a seeming lack of interest.

Does anybody want this one to continue, along with everything
else I've got going?

If so, how do you want it to develop?

A: Action sequences?
B: Waffy Sequences and character interaction?
C: Both!

And focusing mainly on...

A: Sailor V?
B: Sailor Stylin'?
C: BOTH! Balance it!

I'll try to get LarryF to put up another poll with these questions
on it on the Florestica site.

Until then, you can email me with what you want to see (if it be
that you want to see anything at all ^_-). Customize your suggestions,
if you like. You could tell me to reinstate the Rockman X elements,
or even toss in some Dukes of Hazzard...

It's pretty much all up in the air until I get an idea of what
sort of series we want. THEN we can have some fun with it! ^_^

-------------------------------
Benjamin A. Oliver
boredcollective@aol.com

	"We are the Bored. Lower your shields and surrender your fics.
	 We will add your standup and slapstick comedy to our own.
	 Your humor will adapt to entertain us.
	 Resistance is and always has been: Futile."

Collective works available at:
http://rakhal.com/florestica/ben-oliver/index.html

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