Subject: Re: [ffml] [TM!] "Great Minds"
From: "DB Sommer" <sommer@3rdm.net>
Date: 9/28/1999, 11:22 PM
To: "Jerico Mele" <jmele@brandeis.edu>
CC: <ffml@fanfic.com>

You wrote:


This takes place in the nebulous space in my head where OAV and TV
Tenchi continuities mix into a big
silly ball.

Sort of like the creators minds, then since they weren't able to stick to
one story either.


"Great Minds"

In a nameless city in America, rain pummeled down on a nondescript
building. Sheets of water poured down from the skies and flashes of
lightning lit the sky. In the aforementioned building, two mice planned
out their evening.

Ah yes, yet another person who believes there is comic potential in 'Pinky/
Brain and Washuu/ Mihoshi match ups. ^_^

head with his calligraphy pen earlier.
"Pinky, will you please stop your tireless pursuit of nothing," the
mouse said in a tired voice. "Its

It's

 almost time for us to start our
nightly attempt at conquering the world."
"And why'd you want to do that, Brain," Pinky asked, coming to a halt
on the treadmill.
Brain stopped for a moment, mentally marking the date and time of
Pinky's first complete sentence. He then pondered the question for a
moment.

Ohh. Brain has to think about a legitimate question Pinky asked. I believe
this is one of the signs of the Apocalypse.

"Why are we going to Japan? Oh, is it to get the Bubble Gum Crisis 2040
LD release? Or the Omicron toy?" The none-too-intelligent mouse clapped
his hands together in a display of glee that was only equaled by a
certain blond detective getting a new flavor of ice cream.

And hopefully we will see her yet. ^_^

After setting up the auto sealer, Brain followed his less intellectual
cohort into the box. As the tape sealed them in, one could hear the
start of the worlds most famous travel song.
"Ten thousand bottles of beer on the wall, ten thousand bottles of
beer. Take one down-"
The crash of a calligraphy pen stopped the song in mid chorus.

'mid-chorus'


Azaka and Kamidake stood watch over the front gate to the Masaki shrine
as the sun crested the horizon. Birds chattered and flittered across the
happy scene, the spring wind bringing nothing but the fresh smell of
approaching summer.

Aww, not the smell of energy fried Aeka and Ryouko as well? ^_^

The Postal Worker

I don't think that needs to be capitalized.

"Ayeka's." Tenchi said simply, like a man whose farm was washed away
each year by the same wave.

Heh. An interesting comparison.

"What was that?" the Postmaster asked, not entirely sure he wanted an
answer.
"Ryo-Ohki," Tenchi told him, a small grin crossing his face. "She's
harmless."

Mostly harmless, anyway.

As these words left Tenchi's mouth the

mouth, the

 small rabbit thing
raced out the door it had come in with, followed by a beautiful woman
with cyan hair. And

hair, and


In the Laboratory,

laboratory

 Washuu was busy chasing Mihoshi. Mihoshi, for her
part, was having a great time. Washuu was swearing in sixteen languages
only two of which were still in use.
"If you don't get back here right now with that tool, I swear I'll-"
Washuu was cut off when Mihoshi unexpectly

unexpectedly

stopped dead in her tracks.
"Wha,"
Washuu asked, her face pressed into Mihoshi's backside.

'Oh', Washuu thought, 'Mihoshi's buttocks are so firm...' then realized
this wasn't a lemon, and dropped that line of thinking altogether.

 Then she noticed
Tenchi standing by the open door, a box in his hands.
"A package? Is it for me?" Mishoshi asked, immediately dropping the
tool in question. Nearly screaming, Washuu dove for the antimatter
powered sensor assembly, narrowly saving the entire main island of Japan
>from a horrible death.
"No, Mishoshi, its

it's

>from the ordeal. A grin spread across Washuu's face, the nature of which
reminded Tenchi that he somewhere else to be.

Consdering that smile has been unleashed upon him before.

Anywhere else to be.
"Bye Washuu, have fun," he said as he disappeared out he

the

 door.
"I didn't order any new specimens, but I'm sure I have something I
could use these cute little guys for. Or was that something I could use
on these cute little guys."

guys?

"Ohh, can I play with one of the mice?" Mihoshi asked, looking over
Washuu's shoulder.
"Ohh, can I play with one of the humans?" Pinky asked, looking up at
Mihoshi.

Hahahaha!

"NO!" Brain and Washuu said at the same time. After sharing a glance,
Washuu handed Pinky to Mihoshi. The two immediately scampered off,
laughing and narfing their way through the lab.
"I have a request to make of you, Washuu. I require you're

your

 technology
for one of my plans, and I am here to request it."
"Why would I give any of my technology to a mouse?" Washuu asked,
ignoring the crashing noise from across the lab.
"As a courtesy to another super-intelligent megalomaniac."

I'd say '...courtesy from one super-intelligent megalomaniac to another.'

Sounds better to me

 Brain drew
out a yellow book labeled 'Mad Scientist Etiquette' and showed it to
Washuu. "You wrote this section yourself."
After wiping away the sweat drop, Washuu answered: "Actually I don't
think you're up to handling the technology. I don't need any primitives
>from a backwater planet going and screwing up the whole universe."

Yeah. That's her job.

Washuu tensed slightly at the threat. She'd faced smart mice in the
past, and several planets still had scars from those battles.

Heh.

 Her
fingers flexed, ready to counter whatever the mouse had planned.
"Please, please, please let me study with you. Let me be your student,
I'll do anything."
Pinky and Mihoshi took a moment out of their game to stare at the now
groveling Brain, Pinky glancing from Brain to the now sweat dropping
scientist. Mishoshi simply glanced around with a confused look on her
face.
"Well, I could use a qualified lab assistant," Washuu said finally.
"YES!"

Nah. Pinky would make the much more chaotic lab assistant. Trust me. ^_^

D.B. Sommer