OK, OK once again madness has touched my fevered brain. Heh,my
poor students will think Teach has gone loco again with all my laughing.
At least I don't have Usagi in my class. Hey, that's an idea, instead of
an exchange student, I use an exchange teacher and I won't be Sailor
Earth, I'll be Beryl's poor little sister............Nah.
Anyway, after watching all Back to the Future movies, I watched a tape
of the local dub of Sailormoon S.This idea hit and has been percolating in
my brain for the past few days.
As the tentative title says I'll be pissing off Pluto _a_ _lot_ !
At least she can't get me . I need a better title so send them over.
And, yes, all of my fics will manage to be connected with each other
one way or another. It's a big multiverse and with this particular Delorean
loose anything can happen. You should see some of the character
profiles of some of the weirdos, I'll introduce.
On with the fic !
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Disclaimer:
The characters here are not mine.They're Naoko Takeuchi's
The Delorean and the Flux Capacitor are definitely not mine.
Yeah,I messed around with Hotaru's age. Don't worry all
will be revealed in time. I hope.
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Pissing Off Pluto
>From "I Really Need A Better Title" Productions
By Elsa Bibat
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"Let the world go on below us, we are lost in time"
- Reo Speedwagon, "In My Dreams" (Hah ! I know some
obscure '80s songs too ,you know - Elsa Bibat)
Hotaru Tomoe, age 6, watched as her father tinkered with the weird-looking
car. Souichi Tomoe's mane of white hair was smudged with black grease
as it bobbed up and down with his head behind the hood of the car.
Poppa's very excited today, thought Hotaru, as she hugged Pooky, her
purple teddy bear, closer. He must be ready to test the car, she thought
as she looked from one end of the vehicle to another. Steel-gray paint,
gull-wing doors and some weird looking additions to the back, rounded
out what Hotaru called 'the car'. Her father had a personalized plate up
front with a word in English. De-lo-re-an, that's what Poppa called it,
she thought again. When she asked what that meant the Professor
laughed heartily and told her he'd explain when she was older. Hotaru
looked to her father as he slammed the hood shut with a laugh.
' I finally finished it !' The Professor said as he went to a nearby toolbox
and picked up a clean cloth and wet it in a nearby basin to clean his face.
' Now all I need to do is to test it.'
' Uh, Poppa, you've been working on the car for three years now. I've always
wondered what does it do ?' Hotaru asked her father as he started to open
the back part of the van that he usually used to transport the Delorean.
'Simple,' Hotaru's father said with a smile,' It travels through time. Now,
Hotaru get in the front. We're going to test-drive it at the racing track.'
He laughed that weird laugh of his before launching on a tirade about
how he was going to prove to everyone in the scientific community that
he was not a crackpot and etc.,etc.,yackety shmackety.
Hotaru went to the front of the van utterly convinced that ,no matter how
nice her father was, he had gone totally nuts.
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Setsuna Meiou , also known as, Sailor Pluto was playing cards in
at the little workstation she had beside the Gates of Time. It was a
change from playing solitaire with a real deck of cards and it was
nice to finally play Gin Rummy after all these centuries. Though they
did call it Maeyrlian's Folly back in the old days. After she soundly
defeated the AI yet again, she felt a little something tugging at the
back of her mind.
She closed her eyes and she had a premonition of a blinding headache.
Eyes suddenly flashing open, she took her staff from it's convenient
holding place, a staff holder she jury-rigged to her workstation.
Pluto was sure that someone was going to try travelling through time
again. It was a good thing that she caught that Wells guy awhile back,
though she had to admit the people who were trying this were getting
a lot sneakier and slippier. She stood two feet away from the Gates of
Time like she usually did and waited for the inevitable.
What happened however was not what she expected. She heard the
roar of engines far in the mist. And moments later a steel gray blur
streaked by her, through the Gates of Time. Pluto blinked.
She neared the Gates when the streak passsed by her again,leaving
parallel trails of fire in it's wake. But this time, Pluto got a glimpse of
what was inside it. Pluto shook her head. A small purple bear ? She
didn't know of a time period where small,intelligent,purple-hued bears
managed to evolve. There where the Gummi Bears.....
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Professor Tomoe whooped in joy as the Delorean reappeared in a flash
of light. Hotaru blinked. OK, so her father may not be nuts after all.
The car coasted to a stop before them as her father used them remote
control he rigged into the Delorean. He opened the gull-wing doors and
pulled Pooky out, presenting the lavender teddy bear to her daughter.
' Here he is,Hotaru.The first succesful passenger of the Tomoe Temporal
Conveyance.' he said with a wide grin before he burst into a round of
maniacal laughter. Let me rephrase that, she thought as she took Pooky
back into her embrace, not _totally_ nuts. Just a little.
Her father's laughter was halted when he noticed another van approaching.
'Hotaru,get in the Delorean. Now.'
'Why-' she asked as she turned around. Someone was putting out a very
unfriendly looking machinegun from the window. Hotaru got into the
passenger side, fast.
' Damn Pakistanis.' The Professor said as he followed his daughter and
revved up the engine.
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Pluto looked up from her examination of the tracks left by
the vehicle, when she once again heard the roaring of
engines.
She stood up and peered into the mists. It seemed it was
going a bit slower this time. Just under 90 to 100 miles
per hour, she judged from the sound of it. She held up
her staff.
Two glaring headlights filled her sight as she saw what was
approaching.
Can you say like a deer caught in front of headlights ? Good.
I knew you could.
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C&C accepted. And yes, I will continue this series no matter how
many flames I receive. When is another matter. And don't forget
to send a suggested title.
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' Writers are the torchbearers of civilization. We're set in a corner only we
can illuminate.Some of us are searchlights, able to cast a beam into the
far reaches of the human soul.Some of us are candles , barely able to
sustain a glow against the darkness. Nevertheless the words I write
are important, because light is additive. Another's light doesn't diminish
my own. Our lights together make us stronger.'
- (After much paraphrasing and reaaranging) Roger Martin
' ... there's a hell
of a universe next door ; let's go '
e.e. cummings ' Pity the Busy Beast Manunkind '
' How can a person live in a world where she can hear voices only she
can hear and visions that only she can see ?'
- (Paraphrasing) Shirley Jackson
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