Open on a theater.  A man is sitting in a seat near the front row.  
The doors open, admitting two women, one with red hair, and the other 
with purple hair.

<Brian>: Oh, good, you're here.  (turns to the FFML) Welcome everyone!  
Because Chris was nice enough to C&C the various Destiny's Path 
stories, we'll be taking a look at his story, Turn the Page.  To help 
in this effort, let me introduce Major Erica Carter (the brown haired 
one) and Captain Atsuko Natusme (also known as Nuku-Nuku) from the 
Destiny's Path.

<Carter>: Hi all

<Natsume>: Hello everyone!!  :-)

<Brian>: Okay, here we go!!

I'd also like to thank/blame a few people:
-Lurker, who encouraged me FAR too much for my own good.
-Chris Davies, Warhammer, Phillip Masters, and Andrew Huang, for their
help in the development (and their continued help as prereaders for 
the rest of the fiction) 
-Biles - THIS IS YOUR FAULT! 

<Carter>: Huh?
<Brian>: A common rule of the FFML: Every crossover over 140 Kbs is 
blamed on Biles automatically.

-The guys at Eyrie Productions, who taught me that 1) Self-insertion 
is FUN, 2) It .doesn't matter if it's been done, you can do it better.

<Natsume>: And that is doesn't matter how big the story is, you can 
make it bigger.  :-)
<Carter, Brian>: ^_^;;; : We are not gonna touch that.

"Akuma, how dare you accost Usagi-hime and Toraneko-hime in such a way!"

"Aww, Yosho, I only kissed them."

"You even admit it!"

"On the cheek!"

<Carter>: I see some things never change.
<Brian>: You're one to talk....
<WHAM!!>
<Carter>: Shhh!!  You want to give DPs plot away? Author no baka....

Princess Usagi Tsukino looked at the two fighting men and sighed. 
"Men!" She heard a giggle from beside her and grinned at the girl who
stood there.
"You're right, Tora-chan, he is easy to set off."  She looked around
her
garden and caught her reflection in the crystal wall.

<Natsume>: I thought Usagi was the queen.
<Brian>: She is.  Usagi is the formal name for Chibi-Usa.

Looking at the image in the crystal, she couldn't help but smirk in
satisfaction.  She was the same height as her mother now, and if the
boy's reactions were any indication, the fact that she wasn't quite as
slim and well-toned was more of a benefit than a curse.  She looked up
at her face, and once again felt glad she ditched the rabbit-ears she
wore her hair in as a child for a simple shoulder-length cut.  Pink 
hair and red eyes were bad enough, she didn't need to complete the 
image with her own set of rabbit ears.  She smoothed her red summer 
dress and smiled, and looked over at her friend.

<Carter>: Chibi-Usa...in anything other than pink??
<Brian>: The mind boggles.

Toraneko, daughter of Ichi, First Prince of Jurai, and Ryo-Ohki, one of
his wives. Her appearance was always a shock to those who didn't know
her

<Carter>: Ryo-Ohki...a mother??
<mass facefault>

"Usagi-hime, Tora-hime, just what did my brothers ever do to you?" A low
voice asked them.  They turned to look at the young man sitting on a
nearby bench. He was wearing a dark-red skinsuit and a white labcoat,
but they weren't as interesting as the shadowy visor which covered his
eyes and the flat black surface he appeared to be typing on.  Both 
were tell-tale signs that he was working with his computer system.  He
blinked, and the visor slid out of existence, the keyboard following
suit.  He ran his hand through his giant red mohawk, and the hair 
waved in its passing. 

<Carter>: No points for guessing who's the mother?
<Natsume>: Heh. Nope.
<Brian>:  :-)

The two girls exchanged a look, and grinned evilly at each other.  
"But the best kisser of them all has GOT to be Kesshu-kun," Usagi 
loudly spoke in a conversational tone.  The combatting men froze, and 
turned deadly gazes on their shorter brother, who paled.

<Carter>: I sense a major buttkick here

<Snip Tenchi+wives+children scene, although I want to know howtheheck 
you plan on solving this :-)> 

The child wiped away his tears and smiled weakly, pulling away from the
man a bit.  "Kusanagi-sensei takes care of me," he said proudly.  He
threw his arms around Kusanagi's neck again.  "Love you,
Kusanagi-sensei!"

"I love you too, Mamoru-kun," Kusanagi replied softly.  He set the boy
on the ground and pushed him back towards the playground.  "Be a 
little more careful, would ya?"

"Hai!" Mamoru returned to his playing.

<all three> Awwwwww......

2000 AD

<Carter>: Oh shit....

"Do you, Mamoru, take Momiji to be your lawfully wedded wife?" asked 
the dazed priest.  The poor man didn't know what to make of the groom, 
who was obviously not quite human.  This was almost as bad as that one 
party that was interrupted by the crazed kendoist.

<Carter>: Heh
<Brian>: Need we name the bride and groom?  :-)

"I...I do," Kusanagi haltingly said.  Somewhere in the back of his 
mind, he was convinced that fighting Aragami was easier than this.

<all three>: snicker....

Kusanagi held the kiss for a long moment, treasuring every second of it.
he pulled back, and looked into Momiji's eyes, and saw how happy she 
was as well.  

<all three are bawling their eyes out.  Suffice to say, it was a 
beautiful moment>

That was the last thing he saw before the world was washed out in a
brilliant light.

<Carter>: WHATTT???  Why does this always have to happen?
<Brian>: Unoffical Law of Drama #666: You can never have a happy ending 
right off the bat.

<Snip rest of BlueSeed story (I have a freaky mailreader, alright?)>

Serenity shook her head sadly.  "Would you, if I died?  Would Ares, if
Rei did?  Would Haruka, if Michiru did?"  She hugged hugged herself as 
a sudden child swept over her, and Endymion took her into an embrace. 
"Deep loves like the one you and I share are supposed to be the 
greatest things in the universe, Mamo-chan," she said softly.  "But 
they carry a great price. Part of his soul died that day, and I don't 
think anyone can ever recover from that."

<Carter>: Who's Ares?
<Brian>: From his Shieldsman story.  Basically, he's Rei's husband now.
<Natsume>: God help him.
<Brian>: Nice philosopical moment, by the way.  Great loves=great pain.
<Carter>: Usagi...Serenity certainly knows what she talking about
<Natsume>: Amen 

<snip AMG scene.  Chris, you are TRULY twisted.  :-)>

Ranma listened intently to what was occurring, and leaned over to
whisper to his brother.  "Hey, 'Drew, looks like there's gonna be some
action!"  He winced as he felt a set of fingers dig into his arm.  He
looked over and saw Hotaru giving him a sharp look. "Gomen,
Hotaru-chan."

<Carter>: Ramna and...HOTARU???
<Brian>: Ranma, a little advice...don't EVER insult her cooking.
<Natsume>: <snicker>

Snickering slightly at Ranma's predicament, Andrew hissed as he felt
Minako step on his foot.  "Jeez, Mina-chan, calm down."

<Natsume>: Who's...okay, which story?
<Brian>: Siblings.  Geez, don't you guys read the author's notes?
<Carter>: With the shooting schedule you put us through?  Who has time?

"Have you no sense of modesty?" Andrew growled back at her, as his face
burned with his embarrassment.

Minako looked him straight in the eyes.  "This fuku doesn't have any
room for modesty."

<all three>: BWHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Listening in, Ami sighed and looked up at Tarou.  "They're at it 
again," she said.  Tarou merely shook his head in dismay.

<Carter>: <blink> Ami...and TAROU??
<Brian, Natsume>:  ^_^;;;

Serenity smiled as if Pluto had made a joke.  "You always say that,
Sailor Pluto," she said with a bit of exasperation.  Sailor Pluto 
walked forward to the throne, bowing slightly to the King and the 
Neo-Queen. The man who walked beside her knelt before the thrones.  
"Welcome back Pluto, Jadeite."

<Carter>: JADEITE?!???
<Brian>: before you ask, read Shieldsman.

Pain appeared in Urd's eyes for a moment, and she closed them.  *It is
the price we have to pay for what we did to him, Washu.  Please, let 
it go, I'll explain later.*

<Carter>: Woah. Angst in AMG.
<Brian>: It is there.  Look at the last tape in the series.
<Carter>: <nods> (mental note: look in KP archives)

Usagi started as the eyes of the court turned to her.  "I knew it,"
Apollo muttered.  "It's always the Princess."

Endymion spoke the question that was on all of their minds.  "Why 
her?"

<Carter>: Unoffical Law of Drama #902: It's always the 
royalty/scientist's daughter who will both cause trouble and have the 
only way of fixing it.
<Natsume>: Scientist's daughter?? Where's that from?
<Brian>: Two examples: YOU (looks at Natsume), and Plastic Little
 

Urd looked to her sisters and brother for confirmation before 
speaking. Finding their support, she finally spoke.  "Because the rest 
of you can't be trusted."

<Brian>: I would love to see her reasoning for this.  A whole room of 
martial artists, interplanetary royalty, one or two goddesses, and 
other Senshi, and the only person that can be trusted is the one person 
who accidently caused the whole mess in Sailor Moon R.
<Carter>: Oy vey, that was a mess.
<Natsume>: I agree.
<Brian>: Well, that's it!  Chris, very good work, and expect me to be 
on your case about your other fics as well. :-)  Now then, girls, I 
believe we have a rehersal on SoundStage 11 now....

The three exit.  The ushers come in to clean up the mess.

<This C&C is dedicated to all the hard working theater ushers (like me 
:-) ) out there in RL>

Brian


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