From diont@cs.mun.caSat Nov 18 21:34:28 2000 Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2000 16:13:16 -0230 From: Mordenkainen Bcc: owsf2000@eudoramail.com Newsgroups: alt.fan.sailor-moon Subject: [OW!] My pain, is your pain. Just to clarify, in case it wasn't explicitly said or written: ALL amichanians are now off the Artemis-P SpaceStation one way or another, and are happily relocated to Otaku World. Thus, no rescue attempts are required to free amichanians from the horrid Minpire. The only exception is MinaJohn. Also, since I caught myself doing this a few times: If you see a Morgann in the post, it's suppose to be "Morgan". I know someone who uses the other nick, and talk to him on a mostly-regular basis. I seem to be getting the two nicks mucked up. :) Kevin wrote: > Sailor Jake was not sure if she should approach the group or not. > She had already had several encounters with TD figures that were > nothing more than figments of her imagination. Frankly, the > discussions she had been having with random hall way objects > began to become demeaning. Suddenly as if her prayers had been > answered, Thoth appeared before her, dressed in a blue gown and > ruby slippers. > > "Thoth! Youre back! Thanks the goddess Otaku you are back!" said > Sailor Jake. Thoth began rousing from what seemed to be a deep sleep. > Looking up at SJ he said, > > "Sailor Jake! I just had the strangest dream. You were there, oh > and you were there, and you were there!" said Thoth, motioning > towards TD, Amara and co. "Oh, wait. No you werent. Sorry, my > mistake." He corrected himself, again motioning towards TD and > gang. [2] > > "Well the important thing is youre home and I think Ive stopped > being delusional." Said Sailor Jake. > > The entities gather around Thoth in the blue dress and Sailor Jake > and began forming various sweat drops and face faults. Sailor Jake > looked down at Thoth and said, > > "Um, Thoth, why are you wearing a dress?" "Ehehe... Manga." Thoth sweatdropped. SJ blinked, and shrugged the explanation off as perfectly reasonable. She looked up to TD and Amara, "I finally found you guys!" "Uh, Sailor Jake..." a voice came from behind the youthful senshi causing her to turn around and see TD and Amara among others looking at her quiz-ically. The last of the delusions standing around SJ vanished right before her eyes. "Ok, how do I know YOU'RE the real ones?" SJ glared. "Let me shoot her again." Amara asked TD. "WAI! You -are- real!" SJ jumped for joy. "Of course we are." TD blinked, "I take it ChibiThunder has discussed our proposal?" SJ nodded. "For the duration of the nefarious plan, I'm to help out the Minpire however I can." "Excellent." TD sighed, "We're going to need all the help we can get if we're to be successful with the Nefarious Plan." Looking around the smashed room, Amara commented, "How do you plan on executing any sort of plan from this place? Wouldn't it be easier to use the CBC as your base of operations?" "That wouldn't be fair to the other CBs, Amara." TD explained. "This is Minpire business, and most of the CBs aren't Minpirian, yourself included. However, I have a plan." *CRASH* The station shuddered as it was impaled by some unknown cold composition uncommonly referred to as Solid DiHydrogen Oxide... We'll term this secret substance as 'ice' for now. A minute later, the shuddering stopped, allowing everyone to release what they were holding on to for support and continue. ... I said... *the* *shuddering* *stopped*, *allowing* *everyone* *to* *release* *what* *they* *were* *holding* *on* *to* *for* *support*. ... (*jabs a stick between Amara and TD and prys them apart*) Thank you. "Anyway." TD continued as he blushed, "I want Harold and Morgan to begin supervising the repair crews, and make sure the junk is junked, and the critical systems are restored." "ME?" Morgan yelped. "Surely there are others more capable!" "Consider it training, Morgan. It can't hurt to get you familiar with supervising the NO. Besides, so long as there isn't any problems, you can work on your poetry." "Hms... that's true..." Morgan mused. "So what about the rest of us?" Amara asked, still somewhat shocked herself after letting go of TD. "For myself, I plan on trying to find my room." TD shrugged. "I need a change of clothes, a shower, and perhaps a little sleep. This whole mess has worn me out." "You'd better not go on 'vacation' behind our backs." Skuld, silent up until now, glared at the Minakochanian. TD rolled his eyes. "Perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room." And with that, he stocked off in a random direction, hoping it would lead to his bed. "Perhaps we should keep an eye on him..." Skuld mused thoughtfully, "But I need to get to work on mapping out the station." And with that, she stocked off in a random direction, hoping it would lead to Central Core. Mr. K just sat there, "So... what should we do?" "I don't know.." Amara replied quietly, not sure if she should follow TD, or help out with the repairs. "AAARRGGHH!!" A feminine voice arghed behind the remaining Otaku before slamming the airlock shut behind her. The wolves that were at her heels yelped as they were caught in the door. "Damn space dogs!" Amara, K, Morgan, and the others pikued at the short-breathed lavender bunny. "I'm here!" Leloni exclaimed, "Now let's kick some Amichanian butts across the station!" Everyone facefaulted. < Insert humour here-HA! Beat ya to it. -Scene Switch > In the lower decks, most of the power had been cut off to maintain full-life support in the critical areas of the moon-sized base. In this particular deck, the environmental controls had been literally frozen causing a steady drop in temperature. On this particular deck, there were large vats of liquid DiHydrogen Oxide, which we will term 'water' for the purposes of this post, built into the floors. The vats themselves were poorly dubbed 'swimming pools' in the english version, and 'drowning devices' in Lemmingese. However, that's not important. What -is- important was the large spear of 'ice' that had impaled itself into the hull of the Artemis-P SpaceStation, crashing with tremendous force through several meters of solid metal and electrical cables until it pierced five of the 10 deep large, 'swimming pools'. With the temperature itself nearing the freezing point, and the direct contact with the ice spear itself, the water from the 'drowning devices' clung to the 'ice' and immediately froze, increasing the size of the 'ice' spear several times as it expanded in all directions. But that's not important either. What's -really- important is that about this time, Igor of the Minpire Junior Brigade was walking down a corridor in these lower decks searching for his fellow brigaders. While he wasn't too smart, he was so strong his muscles' muscles had muscles. Thus, when he was confronted with a wall of 'ice' sticking out into the corridor, he did what everyone would do if something was in their way. "Excuse me please." Igor asked the wall of 'ice' politely. No response. "I said EXCUSE ME, please." He reiterated. ... "Ok, now you're just being rude!" Igor complained, "After all I -did- say please." ... "Bah, if you're going to be so rude, I'll be rude too." He pushed it back through the wall and continued on his way until the vacuum created by the retreating 'ice' block sucked him into that void of unearthly cold and emptiness we'll term 'outer space'. < Scene Switch > Miles Wrote: > "Look, y'all. What I did up there was totally stupid. > Well, everything up to the brainwashing of Aphrodite was cool, > but for the most part, we need to reanalyze our strategies. > I think we should do that after some rest and relaxation,"DJ > Mercury mentioned. > "Agreed..." everyone replied. > "If anyone wants to find me, I'll be in the hot tub > downstairs for a couple ofhours, then in the music room for > the rest of the time," he said, as he walkedtoward his living > quarters. About half an hour later, DJ Mercury was indeed listening to the soothing tune of "Sacrifice" by Elton John. All that was going through his mind as he soaked was How would the Amichanians continue on with their plans. What will become of the proposed A&E Alliance now that Kane Magus had gone on vacation? What would Ami have to say about all of this? *CRASH* WHAT WAS THIS HUGE POINTY SPEAR OF DIHYDROGEN OXIDE DOING BETWEEN HIS LEGS!! Yes, the last one entered his mind recently, and quickly obtained primary attention. Looking up as he gripped the edge of the hot tub (which was quickly cooling off) he saw that this chunk of ice had crashed through the ceiling, giving him a clear view of the evening sky, and the looming Disembodied Mechanical Cat Head in the sky. "Oi..." DJM sweatdropped, wondering if this was another attack, or just a coincidence? Perhaps it was better to leave the Minpire for another day regardless... TBC -- Tuxedo Dionysus