Hello.

The FFML is currently on a streak of 53 consecutive Ranma-related
posts, which has spanned the last 39 hours.  I am here to break the
monotony with an announcement:

I have received exactly zero (0) responses to Episodes 5 or 6.  As a
direct result of this apathy, I am holding Episode 07 hostage.  If you
ever want to read it, e-mail me privately (matthew@kingdomofmel.com)
with your answers to the questions below:

1)  When did you start reading Sunshine Girl?

2)  Has your interest in SG grown or waned over the course of the story?

3)  When a new episode of SG is posted to the FFML, do you read it
immediately?  Within a week?  Whenever you can get to it?

4)  How would you rate the quality of the writing in relation to other
Original Fanfic on the FFML?  (Above average, average, below average)

5)  How would you rate the quality of the writing in relation to all
fanfic on the FFML?  (Above average, average, below average)

6)  If SG went to a private delivery system, in which only those who
submitted their e-mail address could read the story, would you subscribe?

7)  If SG (in its finished, final form) were published as a novel,
would you buy it?

And now, a small portion of Episode 07:

As their lips parted, Nabiki inhaled sharply, as if she'd not been 
breathing through the entirety of the kiss.  When she opened her 
eyes, she saw Kasumi sitting in her chair, but leaning close.  
Expectance swam in the woman's eyes, but she said nothing.  It 
took several moments before Nabiki was able to shake off the last 
layers of disorientation.
     "That was..."  Nabiki paused, straining for the words.  With 
so much now flooding her head, words were difficult at best.  She 
felt like she was high, or hallucinating.  The thought that Kasumi 
had slipped her LSD through the kiss brought a laugh she hadn't 
expected to be so loud.  "Kasumi, what did you do?"
     "You remember the graduation party for Rumiko's class, don't 
you?  The fight between you and Enchant?"
     Nabiki nodded dumbly.
     "Do you remember saying goodbye to Takeo?  Do you remember 
crying for him as you disappeared from his memory?"  Kasumi hung 
her head, shifting her tea cup in its saucer.  "That's a memory I 
wish I'd forgotten myself."
     Though flashes of the memories had resurfaced, it wasn't 
until Kasumi mentioned them directly that Nabiki felt them fully 
rise from the blackness they'd been buried beneath.
     "Takeo..."  She'd lost him once.  She'd buried him, and let 
his spirit go.  He was gone from her too soon for any man to be 
gone from their wife.  Now, as her past played itself over...
     "Please remember, sister Cynic.  Close your eyes and remember 
who you were."
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