[The MST theatre. Its Empty. The doors abng open, Amy and Rarstarr walk in.]
Amy: What happened to not hearing from us for a week?
Rarstarr: I got bored.
Amy: Story of your life.
Rarstarr: <scratches back of head> Hehe.
[The pair sit down.]
Rarstarr: We need a guest reviewer.
Amy: How about Ukyo?
Rarstarr: <shrugs> Okay.
[Rarstarr pulls out his keyboard, types quickly,, then pushes it away.]
Amy: <looks around> Where is she?
["One Winged Angle" starts playing. Sephiroth enters grandly. On his arm is
a cute girl carrying a large Spatula strapped to her back.]
Sephiroth: Look who I found outside.
Rarstarr: Damn, missed. <turns to Amy> Amy would you do the honors?
[Sephiroth and the girl take their seats. Sephiroth next to Rarstarr, the 
girl next to Amy.]

Amy: Welcome members of the FFML to another MST. I know we said we'd be on 
	study leave for a month, but...
Rarstarr: Just get on with it.
Amy: The impatent young man next to me is Rarstarr, author at large.
Rarstarr: Greetings.
Amy: I'm Amy Anderson, otherwise known as Sailor Mercury from Sailor Moon.
	Sitting on my other side is Ukyo, from Ranma 1/2.
Ukyo: Delighted to be here.
Amy: And beyond Rarstarr...
Sephiroth: ... in many ways ...
Amy: ... is Sephiroth, villian of the computer game Final Fantasy VII.
Rarstarr: Tonight we are reviewing an unnamed fanfic.
Amy: Again?
Rarstarr: You might like it, its on Sailor Moon.

Uhh.. well. Wrote this really quick too... decided to just post it as the
"nameless sailormoon fic." :) I'll try to think up a suitable name later..
after the thousands of revisions I know I'm going to have to do... -_-;;

Well,

anyway, once again, read, tell me what you think... :)

Sephiroth: Haste makes waste.

BTW, Kitiara, I loved your "Edge's Quest" fic... where could I get the other
chapters?

Ukyo: Honey, I hope you dropped her that note personally.
Rarstarr: Its more likely to reach her.

TNT,
~ice (who thinks she sent the last 'fic out to the wrong addy... and thinks
someone should kick her for it ^^;;)

Rarstarr: We got it.

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[Nameless Sailormoon Fic; previously "A Questionable Future.."]
Chapter 2
[insert standard disclaimers..Naoko-san is kewl, etc.]
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     Four lines of women dressed in gray and white sailor fukus stretched

out

in the courtyard in front of the crystal palace, standing rigidly, their
expressions blank. A cry suddenly rang out from across the courtyard, and the
women all snapped their hands to their brows in a sharp salute

simultaneously.

A new line of women filed out stoically into the courtyard, these dressed in
the fukus of the Inner Senshi, and stopped directly in front of the first

line

of women.

Sephiroth: Try outs for the job of Senshi?
Rarstarr: Or has Crystal Tokyo become real militant?
Amy: More to the point are there four or five senshi to a line?
Ukyo: Twenty to twenty five senshi? That's impressive.
Rarstarr: Will we ever stop asking questions?

     "Senshi Ioda," the woman dressed in the red and blue fuku barked out
pointedly at the girl before her, "You know the drill."

     The girl fidgeted. "Um... yes, Neo-Senshi Moon." She cleared her thoat
nervously, then stepped out of her line, and raised both her arms. The women
clad in gray and white fukus parted until there was nearly a metre between
each of them. "Senshi... attack!" Flares of energy sprung from each and every
one of the women's hands and swirled around them like dark clouds. Senshi

Ioda

looked questioningly over at Moon, who gave a nod. She brought her arms down
and immediately, the clouds of energy vanished.

Sephiroth: <sarcastically> Impressive attacks.
Rarstarr: These aren't real Senshi, the powers are too dark.
Amy: Literally too dark.

     "Well, Daburu?" a woman with ashen-colored hair spoke up, sounding
bored. The woman wore a green and pink fuku, the colors of Jupiter.

     Moon looked at her sharply, but all Jupiter continued to do was study
her nails, her expression one of blatant disinterest. A look of anger flashed
in her eyes, but she turned back to Senshi Ioda without a word. "Kaisha Ioda,
I hereby promote you to High-Senshi, Class C. Make sure to get these

troops in

tip-top shape before General Mars comes." She calmly strode off, leaving a
baffled Ioda to stare after her.

Rarstarr: These two replaced Usagi and Makoto?
Amy: I can't wait to meet my replacement.
Sephiroth: Well actually it's your other's replacement.
Amy: Picky, picky.

     "She's a woman of little words." Jupiter shrugged, and looked over at
Neo-Mercury. "Tell her what needs to be done." 

     Mercury nodded. "Are you going after Daburu, Emmeline?"

Ukyo: Oh, did all the Neo-Senshi come out to take a look?
Rarstarr: Must be the "new line of women" that was mentioned at the start.
Sephiroth: The descriptions aren't very helpful are they.
Amy: What these three are trying to say Lady Ice is you need to spend more
time
	describing what's happening. Especially when dealing with new 
	characters.

     The woman made no response except to stride in the direction Moon had
taken.

Ukyo: Maybe a scene break here, honey.

     "What is the matter with you?"

     "My mother is missing."

     "No, she's not."

     "...."

     Emmeline had perched herself precariously on the ledge just beneath
where the conversation was taking place, a conversation which she had
deciphered was taking place between Neo-Moon and the Elder Senshi Venus. She
had found that she could learn quite.. interesting things while perched on
that ledge. For instance, she had learned of the Elder Jupiter's affair...

     "Where is my mother, Minako?"

     'On a first name basis..' Jupiter was fairly surprised. She wouldn't be
caught dead calling an elder by their first name... at least, calling the
Elder Mars by her first name would get her a slash across the face.

Amy: This is Rei, right?
Rarstarr: <nodds>
Amy: She's really lost it.

     "Daburu, you... you wouldn't want to know."

     Emmeline shifted uneasily. Venus' tone was getting to her. 'What in the
world is so special about Daburu Mizuno's mother, anyway..?'

Amy: My... my daughter?
Rarstarr: Well, the Japanese version of you, yes.
Amy: Neo-Moon?
Rarstarr: Apparently.
Ukyo: I wonder why they refer to to the new Senshi as Neo?
Sephiroth: To differentiate Neo-Mars from General Mars.

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     Makoto Kino was floating. Not literally, but something very close to

it.

She glided through the halls wearing a soft smile that none of the servants
had ever seen her wear before. And clutched in her hand, instead of the
customary cigarette, was a long bluish feather, that she kept brushing

against

her face. Her brown hair still fell softly past her shoulders, but it looked
orderly and beautiful, instead of the usual unkempt.

Rarstarr: Someone had fun last night.
Amy: Rarstarr!!!
Sephiroth: And here was me thinking you were a romantic.

     "L-Lady Kino?" one servant finally spoke up hesitantly as Makoto walked
past her. "Are you.. feeling alright?"

     Makoto stopped for a moment, and blinked, and the servant fumbled with
her hands nervously. "Oh! Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." The servant's
mouth dropped open as Makoto continued on her way.

     It was not long before a hand reached out and grabbed Makoto by the
scruff of her neck.

Ukyo: That was sudden.

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     The garden was beautiful as always. Birds chirped, dewdrops glistened,
and leaves danced merrily with the occasional breeze. An array of flowers
blanketed the ground, giving off a pleasant, soft scent. 

Rarstarr: Where's the snake?
Amy: This is hardly the Garden of Eden.

     But there was one woman who didn't notice.

Sephiroth: There's the snake.

     At first glance, one might have mistaken her for a blob of darkness. A
flowing mass of black energy. But as the hood over her was lowered, a head of
snow-white hair came tumbling out, light green eyes glinting. This was the
Lady Faustine. And she was here for a purpose.

Rarstarr: Everyone's here for a purpose.
Sephiroth: That's generalising Rarstarr.
Amy: I think Lady Ice meant in the garden.
Rarstarr: I know, I'm having fun.

     The man she had come to see didn't notice her presence until he was
nearly upon her. He halted abruptly at first glance, gaping, then quickly

fell

to one knee. 

     "I am honored to be allowed to be in your presence, Lady Faustine." He
had considered calling her queen... but had decided against it, as he knew

the

moment those words would come out of his mouth they would be dripping with
sarcasm.

Rarstarr: What?
Amy: You have a problem?
Rarstarr: In many monarchies failing to address the Queen as either "My
Queen" 
	or "Your Majesty" is treason, and I'm not talking about dictatorships
	here.

     "Of course, dear.." she murmured, touching his chin lightly, and

forcing

him to look up at her. "Now what is your name?"

     "Shinju Menboku, mistress." He hoped she wouldn't detect the annoyance
in his voice.

     She frowned, slightly, then roughly pushed her lips onto his. He made a
startled sound, and wrenched himself from her grasp. 

   "I...uh.. am very sorry, Lady Faustine, but," he tried to control his
anger," I can't--"

Rarstarr: <blinks> Who is this man?
Ukyo: Who is this woman?
Sephiroth: I hope she hasn't been in power long, her gardener doesn't give 
	her respect.

     She was on him in a flash, toppling him over, and pinning his body to
the ground with her own weight. Her eyes smoldered as she looked into his
large brown ones. He didn't struggle, but could barely contain his fairly
boiling anger now. 

     "Nothing..." She frowned deeper, as she trailed her hands across his
chest.

     "Dammit, get off of me!" She gave a startled little yelp as he threw

her

off of him, but hung suspended in midair rather than tumbling to the ground.
She vanished for one moment before reappearing again, directly in front of
him. Shinju had a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, and wondered
with some detachedness if he was going to die.

Rarstarr: You have two names, you're not going to die.

     He waited.

     And waited.

     Yet Lady Faustine did nothing but stare.

     Finally, she opened her mouth to speak.

     "Who are you really, Shinju Menboku?" And she disappeared into thin

air.

Sephiroth: See, you're not the only one who wants to know Rarstarr.

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     "Ho..taru?"

Rarstarr: SAILOR SATURN!
Amy: The Senshi of Life and Death.
Sephiroth: Bringer of Silence.
Ukyo: Would you three knock it off?

     Makoto looked at her with mild alarm, while rubbing the back of her
neck. 'How long has she.. been gone?'

     "Hello, Makoto." Hotaru's violet eyes glowed eerily in the darkness of
the closet she had pulled her fellow ex-senshi into. "It's been awhile."

     'The answer to my unspoken question?' Makoto furrowed her brow, her

good

mood momentarily lost. "So? Why are you back?"

     Hoatru shrugged. "Where are the others?"

Rarstarr: And Makoto passes to Hoatru, who makes a wonderful diversion.

     "Who do you mean? The rest of the.. 'Ex-Senshi'?" Makoto answered
sarcastically, at the same time automatically fumbling for a cigarette from
within her pocket. Upon finding one, she stuck it in her mouth forcefully,

and

willed a small lightning bolt to spew forth from her finger. The cigarette

was

instantaneously lighted. "Rei's.. somewhere. Minako's somewhere around too,
and Michiru. Ami's disappeared... you know the rest." Makoto took a long drag

>from her cigarette, and Hotaru looked at her oddly.

Sephiroth: Informative she's not.
Amy: Almost as good as Ryoga at directions here.

     "Those are bad for you health, you know," she commented rather dryly,
which produced a snort from Makoto. 

     "Only thing that's kept me going.." she shrugged.

     Hotaru's tone turned suddenly serious. "We never speak of Pluto."

Ukyo: That's not surprising honey, you have seen Makoto for a while.

     "What is there to speak about? She abandoned us, or don't you remember?
Not that long after Mamoru died.." Makoto sighed heavily, causing a cloud of
smoke to waft in Hotaru's direction, which only caused Hotaru to blink.

All: <collapse to ground>
Rarstarr: Mamoru died?!
Amy: YET AGAIN?!

     "And.. Haruka?"

     Makoto fidgeted uncomfortably. "Whatever. This couldn't possibly be

what

you wanted to talk about, could it?"

     "No." Hotaru smiled, a rarity in itself, although it was a bitter one,
and produced an envelope from within her jacket. "_This_ is what I came here
to talk about.."

[There's a long pause.]
Amy: That's it?
Sephiroth: It almost makes Rarstarr's chapters look like a small novel.
Rarstarr: She said it herself, she's rushing.
Ukyo: And Rarstarr honey, you've said it before. The only thing rushing gets
	you is finished.
Sephiroth: No, I don't think he's ever said that.
Rarstarr: What I say is, don't hurry. We may be waiting, but like users of 
	Microsoft products, we'd rather wait for something that works.
Amy: Nice shot at Bill Gates there.
Sephiroth: Your ideas are wonderful, but lack body. Obviously you know where
	your going, but as the saying goes, its not the destination, its the 
	journey. Learn to stop and smell the roses and life will be worth 
	living.
Ukyo: Describe what we would see and hear. How people are doing things
instead 
	of that they're doing them. You're work in the last scene was what you 
	want everywhere. It'd be nice to know more about the new characters.
Rarstarr: And find a name for the fic.

Rarstarr: Any further comments?
Others: <shake heads>
Rarstarr: Then lets call it a wrap.
Amy: And you get back to work!
Rarstarr: Yes ma'am.
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Rarstarr,
David Farr
http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/
djfarr@ihug.co.nz