In a message dated 9/12/02 5:23:46 PM Eastern Daylight Time, Kyhdin@aol.com
writes:
"Thanks!" Mihoshi chirped, going over to the table and then leaving.
A little awkward. Suggest something like: "...chirped, retrieving a
bottle from the table before leaving."
And in this revision, Washu never notices that Bubblehead got the wrong
bottle?
The computer made on odd sound, and Washu grinned. "Yes! Tetris!"
Extra space.
Ryoko held up a photo and the morning fight promptly ensued.
Photo of what? It can be figured from context, but it *might* work
better with some mention of what's in the picture. Say, photographic proof
of her accusation...
Washu's mouth opened and closed a few times. "She...she..." Washu began
but
was cut off as Mihoshi loudly exclaimed;
"It's just too horrible! I can't say it! I don't want to live in a
universe where this atrocity is possible!" Washu screamed, before breaking
down into hysterical cackling and running for the hills...
"I'm pregnant!"
Even Sasami and Ryo-Oki fainted.
Ryoko bounced back up, bringing her energy sword into being with a flash.
"We have to kill it before it spawns! You with me, Princess?"
Ayeka regained her feet grimly, her mini-logs phasing into view around
her. "For once, the withered old hag and I are in agreement. For the safety
of the Universe, this cannot be allowed to happen!"
"I'm sorry, Mihoshi," Kiyone intoned sadly as she suddenly appeared in
the script for no obvious reason. "But you know what I have to do now." She
drew her sidearm and thumbed the safety off...
(I'm gonna stop now, before things get even more out of hand... (:) )
The three men at the table stiffened and then as one, everyone turned to
stare at Nobiyuki, who's lecherous ways had led to the conclusion that he
had
taken advantage of Mihoshi's drunken state.
Whose, not who's. This works better than the original.
It had been a grueling fifteen month wait. By the end, Mihoshi's normally
cheerful mood had vanished completely to be replaced by a foul tempered
hellion who's screeching cries echoed throughout the house, carrying
complaints, prayers, and curses upon the father of her child.
Suggest "demeanor" instead of "mood." But that's just me. And maybe
"harridan" rather than "hellion" -- "hellion" is more usually applied to
children, in my experience (although one could argue that Mihoshi's just a
big kid...).
Sasami was the first to reach the living room, where a very tired Mihoshi
sat
on the couch, cradling a small bundle and smiling weakly. Washu sat next
to
her, looking extremely proud. "It's a boy!" The scientist announced as
Sasami
bounded onto the couch.
Washu as midwife, eh? There are some real story possibilities there...
"Oh, how cute," Sasami exclaimed, peering inside the bundle. "He looks
just
like Tenchi!"
Which doesn't mean much -- after all, Nobyuki or even Katsuhito could
(demonstrably) have fathered a child that would look like Tenchi. Not that
anyone in the Masaki household is going to stop long enough to think of
*that* little detail...
In unison, the left eyebrows of Ryoko and Ayeka began to twitch...
Just an idea, but it might "animate" better if they were twitching
opposite eyebrows, sort of mirror-imaging each other. Ayeak and Ryoko, as
two sides of the same coin, so to speak.
--
David McMillan, Imagineer at Large.
Chief Systems Analyst and Integration Engineer, Exotic Technologies Division,
<Censored> GmBh. Mecha and Weapons Design Specialist.
"Agent Mulder? My name is Neo. I believe I may be able to show you part of
the truth you've been searching for. I should warn you, however -- it's not
what you think."
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