(OOC: This is highly unofficial. Really. I mean it. If you don't like it, pretend it doesn't exist; I won't mind. But it insisted on being written, so I'm adding it to the story in its own, stand-alone posting.)
Something shimmered into existance five centimeters above the floor. It was two meters in diameter and had exactly zero thickness. At least, it did in this universe.
(Aboard the Epsilon Blade, the ship's DQS alarm sounded. Pity there wasn't anyone aboard to hear it.)
Five women jumped out of the circle and quickly took up defensive positions. The albino turned to the raven-haired youngling. "Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Of course I'm sure. I'm not limited to four-dimensional geometery, remember? And we have time for this now that we've dropped off everyone else in their home worlds, or the worlds they want to stay in."
"And we have to take part... and lose?" asked the tall brunette. "I don't like losing."
"Nancy says we did," the asian blonde mentioned.
"And she'd know," said the remaining woman as she stripped out of her designer clothes and held a pocket-sized gadget to her chest. The others who could also transformed in preparation for the upcoming action.
Lisa, Skuld, Rei, Makoto, and Mirai smiled - predatory smiles. The Girls were taking part in the First Annual Port Phobos Invitational without an invitation.
Twenty-three minutes later, after they had been seen by seven other groups (enough for Nancy to be happy, hoped Lisa), avoided three more groups who would have recognized them immediately, and been defeated by a group of Fisherbots, they found an unmonitored corridor and continued on their way through the infinite realities. No point in overstaying their welcome, after all.
(OOC: We now return you to your regularly-scheduled improvfic, already in progress.)
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
Something shimmered into existance five centimeters above the floor. It was two meters in diameter and had exactly zero thickness. At least, it did in this universe.
(Aboard the Epsilon Blade, the ship's DQS alarm sounded. Pity there wasn't anyone aboard to hear it.)
Five women jumped out of the circle and quickly took up defensive positions. The albino turned to the raven-haired youngling. "Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Of course I'm sure. I'm not limited to four-dimensional geometery, remember? And we have time for this now that we've dropped off everyone else in their home worlds, or the worlds they want to stay in."
"And we have to take part... and lose?" asked the tall brunette. "I don't like losing."
"Nancy says we did," the asian blonde mentioned.
"And she'd know," said the remaining woman as she stripped out of her designer clothes and held a pocket-sized gadget to her chest. The others who could also transformed in preparation for the upcoming action.
Lisa, Skuld, Rei, Makoto, and Mirai smiled - predatory smiles. The Girls were taking part in the First Annual Port Phobos Invitational without an invitation.
Twenty-three minutes later, after they had been seen by seven other groups (enough for Nancy to be happy, hoped Lisa), avoided three more groups who would have recognized them immediately, and been defeated by a group of Fisherbots, they found an unmonitored corridor and continued on their way through the infinite realities. No point in overstaying their welcome, after all.
(OOC: We now return you to your regularly-scheduled improvfic, already in progress.)
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012