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From: eggl1@ix.netcom.com(J.D. Eggl)
Subject: (OW!) Dropping In Times Two
Date: 12 Mar 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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X-NETCOM-Date: Fri Mar 12  2:07:46 AM CST 1999
Newsgroups: alt.fan.sailor-moon


    "Once upon a time and many moons ago, there were Otaku and they set
to war to defend the honor of their chosen.  Then there were factions. 
And they were good.  And the senshi did hon..."

    "GET ON WITH IT!"  "YEAH!  OR *ELSE*!"

    The nameless, faceless voice-over 'eeeped' audibly.  Pages were
ruffled as they were skipped over without being read.  "And then there
was a plot hole, the second she...er...they recalled."

    And somewhere in the skies over Otaku World a plot hole opened up
and burped.  Two figures dropped out of the clear blue sky, just
missing the corpse of whatever happened to be the most recently
destroyed of WalMarts.  Or to be more accurate, one dropped, the other
sort of floated before coming to rest.  The first made a small but
impressive crater, rocking the landscape slightly as she hit ground. 
"Watch that first step...it's a doozy," came a dazed sounding gasp.  It
cut off as the speaker blacked out.  

    "These re-entrances are hell," returned a petulant voice.

    "WOULD YOU GET OFF MY BACK?," howled an irate, slightly familiar
figure as she regained consciousness. "I'm not a pack animal and those
spike heels hurt, ya know!  And how the @$%# would you know about
re-entry...you've never been here before!"  As the haze of ancient
memories cleared it allowed a recognizeable figure to be noticed. 

    Sailor Jonna, the Makochanian, her now quite-a-bit-longer, light
brown hair hair now up in a high ponytail (what else for a Makochanian?
:) lay in the middle of the crater, a tangle of arms and legs.  The
hazel eyes were only just finished spiralling dizzily.

    "Oh shut up," the petulant voice complained bitterly, "What are
*YOU* complaining about.  You got dust all over me.  My parasol will
never be the same after that upper air drop.  And I'm lucky to have my
flowers intact."  Still, the owner of the voice got off Sailor Jonna's
back, allowing her to sit up and face the dark mirror image of herself.
SJ dusted her trademark skirt and sweater off, frowning.  Those heel
prints on her spine were going to leave marks that even the dry
cleaners probably couldn't get out.

    "Now you listen here, Black Rose," Sailor Jonna growled as she
picked up her weapon, an impressive flag, bayonet & banner combo, "I
wouldn't deflower you if you were the last person on Otaku World and
neither would anyo..."  

    "Oh hush.  Now where were we.  Oh...right.  We were going to place
our ad."  The dark half of Sailor Jonna's personality tapped a pink
tinted fingernail at the newspaper they held, the OtakuWorld Sunday
Gazette.  It was rather out of date, but that was the way when one had
been gone for so long.  Deliveries were always a number of weeks
behind.  Still, they'd catch up fast enough.  "We'll have to take a
leaf out of Universal's book...newspaper and find the Makochanians. 
Did the phone survive the fall?"

    Sailor Jonna flushed and unfurled her banner, revealing the cel
phone wrapped inside.  "Just barely."  She began poking buttons and was
soon engaged in deep conversation.  "That's right.  Two weeks.  We'll
pay using MasterOtakard.  Remember...that's MAKO-chanian.  Arigato."

    "They'll run the ad for us?"  Hope glimmered darkly in Black Rose's
eyes. 

    "Hai.  We can only hope that it will lead some Makochanians to us."

    "Or Nephrite to me," Black Rose murmured in a sultry whisper.  "He
looks just like our old boyfriend should have."  Sailor Jonna glared 
at her dark half.

    Somewhere up above Sapphire and Glen walked into a large room
filled with, well a dartboard and a window about thirty feet away from
it.
	“Lets play three darts, ready?” Sapphire asked the injured
villain. “Mmmph.” Glen replied. He took a dart and tossed it, by some
miracle the dart hit the bull’s eye. Sapphire sweatdropped and walked
over taking the dart out and putting it in the wall near the edge of
the board.
	“Close shot Glen, it almost hit the board.” Sapphire said, as he
tossed his dart. The dart flew straight and true, into and through the
window breaking it. Sapphire took out a spare dart and walked over and
put it in the bull’s eye. 
	“I got a Bull’s eye!” Sapphire said.
	“Mmmwmph?” asked Glen.
	“Oh.... That was just some NO jumping through the window.”
Sapphire replied looking nervously at Glen.

    Down below, the dart hurled toward two Makochanians.

"HEADS UP," screeched the nameless voice-over being, wondering when his
lunch break was.  He needed a break...badly.  His call, however, came
just in the nick of time, sparing the two Makochanians from a grisly
and humiliating demise, being shishkabobed.  Their response was
typical.

    "$%@^%@#$!!!!"   

    "$%@^@%#$!!!!"

Sailor Jonna exchanged a put-out look with her self and the two girls
lunged for the dart that had almost put them out of the wars before
they'd gotten back in.  The Dark Moon logo (tm) was unmistakable. 
Obviously it had been an attack on their lives.   They smiled as the
light of battle glittered to life in their eyes.  It meant just the
very thing they'd been hoping for.  This meant war.