Quick notes -

Thank you to Anthony Woo and for their C&C on the first chapter, it was
much appreciated.

The webpage has whatever I post here, plus part of whatever I'm working on
to post here next - the URL is
http://www.fortunecity.com/campus/law/44/fanfic.html - check it out if
you're bored out of your mind.  Now with less annoying colors!

There will be a deliberate error in part two.  It is meant to go along
with one of the underlying themes in this fanfic - yes, it is my first
one, but I'm trying to play off it a bit, make it deliberately bad at
spots (hopefully, you'll notice where I do so, and can tell that apart
from where I instead just wrote badly), and occasionally have the
characters react to the situation (normally in a manner unkind to the
author).  Of course, the title still stinks.  Anyone who wants
recognition, here's your chance - I need a title that conveys rookiedom
without sounding completely stupid.  Ideas?

Anyway, C&C's are appreciated greatly, and MST's would be plain
interesting to look at in this context.  Here we go...

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Well, with the first chapter out of the way, let's see how insane we can
go. Quick recap (like it's necessary at this point, but, for those
induhviduals so suited for management that they'd rather skip ahead): 

Sakura's bored of street fighting at the moment, so she's having a
slumber party;
We know that she's personally invited Lilith, Ellis, and her best friend
that I don't know the name of;
The party's scheduled for Friday, and it's Wednesday (it's useless info
I'm best at ^_^);
And, once Sakura had everything, tried studying, and looked out the
window, a shooting star almost bulls-eyed Sakura's house. 

That's the short, lack-of-commentary version. For a more descriptive
depiction of events than normally given by the AP Newswire, go back
to Chapter 1 and actually try reading the thing. You'll be glad you did (I
hope). 

Anyway, it's time for our next mess. Let's introduce this new group of
characters we have coming into play: From the game Dead or Alive,
lovingly made by Tecmo, we introduce for the first time ever into
fanficdom (I think) a young lady by the name of Kasumi (not that
Kasumi, at least not yet...);
>From Street Fighter III, a game lovingly made by Capcom, we have a
lady by the name of Elena;
>From Marvel Vs. Capcom, a game doomed to scrubby tactics and
block damage by Capcom, we have a little robot by the name of Roll;
And, since that'll adequately describe how quickly the guest list was
growing, we'll just add one, no, make that two more...courtesy of
Anime International Company and Pioneer Entertainment, from Tenchi
Muyo...

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"Can't you land a spaceship without crashing?" 

"Oh, but the bumpy ride was so fun, Washu! And, besides, it's the
writer who did this, not me..." 

"Mihoshi, the bumpy ride was NOT fun. As for the writer, well..." The
next few minutes hurt, and I had to drop the resulting evil twin into
Dragonball Z. Don't ask what happened in that timeframe. Anyway,
Washu opened the door to the craft, found herself at the bottom of a
rather large hole, and got out the repulsorlift she had developed
watching the Special Edition on video one night. Reluctantly grabbing
Mihoshi while she was at it (she figured the ship was still salvagable,
especially her various inventions onboard; she couldn't imagine anything
worse happening to them, and didn't want to leave Mihoshi to the
imagination), she floated herself, a few knick-knacks, her clothes, and
the living proof that brains and luck are not mutually dependent up to
what is normally considered the ground. 

Sakura was gaping while all of this was taking place. 

"Hello...you must be Sakura," said the female evil scientist. "I'm Washu,
and this is Mihoshi. Lilith said you were having a slumber party, and
had given her permission to invite some friends; we go way back."
Sakura remembered that Lily-chan was a succubus, and that said
beings were immortal; hence, she decided not to think too hard about
when exactly "way back" was in this instance, and simply invited them
in for hot chocolate. 

"Um, you know, Washu, you're a bit early," noted Sakura in between
sips. 

"Yeah, I know - I wanted to test my time-travel invention," said
Washu. 

"You didn't tell me you had a time-travel invention," said Mihoshi,
pouting. 

"I wanted to keep it intact," deadpanned Washu. 

"But I could go do things, like meet Cleopatra, or see what I'll be like
in
a few years, or go eat anytime I want instead of waiting for the store to
open, or..." 

"No, you're not touching it, Mihoshi." 

"Please? Pretty please? With sugar on top?" 

"No." 

The word "no" resulted in a wail audible in Russia. 

Somehow, Washu was able to make Mihoshi hear, "All right, all right,
I'll see about letting you use it sometime. Now, stop crying." 

To the delight of Tokyo, Mihoshi went to a soft sniffle. "You really
mean it?" 

In an obviously reluctant tone, Washu replied, "Yes, I really mean it." 

"Yay! I get to go time-travelling!" 

"Ok now let go of my neck please you're choking me -" 

"Oh, gomen nasai." 

Sakura started to worry.

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Chapter 2, part 2, next e-mail.

Nicholas Eckert
vidstudent