merry christmas! happy boxing day! (what is boxing day anyway???) joyeux kwanzaa!! ... and all those other winter holidays. it's just so hard being politically correct these days. so, how about, merry winter. does that work? okay, anyway, enough of that. as my... er... winter/holiday/christmas/boxingday/kwanzaa/... present for ya i've decided to send out the next part of my fic. and you know, i was realizing, that my fic makes no sense whatso ever. it doesn't matter if you just started reading it or if you read it from part one, it's still random and confusing... isnt' that a comforting thought. XD insert any disclaimer here that you feel like. the drunken luna: part 7 --------------------------- adventure 2 (cont): the interviews setting: the bar we last left the bar with wicked taking over nebula's job as head interviewer after michiru "kidnapped" nebula. now, this was a very dangerous situation, leaving wicked in control of a microphone. sadly, this is how we find the bar again. wicked: *taking hold of usagi and speaking into the microphone* so, has the word 'fashion' every entered your brain? usagi: *confused* ... i don't know what you mean. wicked: exactly. *usagi blinks a few times* i think you ought to look the word up in the dictionary, look at a few fashion magazines, and then check out your warbdrobe because man, i have no clue where you got your "fashion" sense from... mamoru: *drunkenly* from the back of a cereal box! usagi: oh shut up! *runs away... and yup, you guessed it, crying* wicked: *looks at a list of anime characters* who's next? everyone in the bar gulps and slowly backs away. slowly nebula walks back in, with michiru calling out to her behind her. nebula: give me... back... my microphone... damnit... wicked: *smiles innocently* but i'm having too much fun... nebula: please... *looks back at the nearing michiru* PLEASE!! wicked: ... okay. but i get to help. nebula: if that's what you call it. *desperately grabs nehelania* mind if i ask you a question? nehelania: ... sure. *eyes wicked* as long as they're not from wicked. nebula: cross my heart and hope to die. now, how did the events of SuperS still occur even though you turn good and get sent back to your childhood at the beginning of Stars? Did Sailor Moon somehow distort reality to do it? nehelania: *eyes bug out* i don't know! i'm just the bag guy for heaven's sake... i'm not supposed to know anything. wicked: yeah... sure. nehelania: i swear! but i do have mulder and scully working on the case as we speak... but mulder is too busy being full of himself after i told him that i, indeed, was not of this earth. i think right now he's at the white house screaming conspiracy or something... is that all? i have to go mirror shopping and i dont' want to miss the 3 day sale...*walks off without waiting for a reply* nebula: how rude! wicked: *looking at nebula's list* who's next? ... oh goody! *grabs saturn and sits her down on a barstool* nebula: wicked... wicked: *ignoring nebula. in a badcop-esque tone* how did you get so chummy with the outers after they tried to kill you for half a season? i understand forgive and forget, but it must have been hard. saturn: ... they tried to kill me? *wicked and nebula nodded* setsune: *whispering* we went through a lot of trouble getting her to forget it, thanks a lot! haruka: it was for your own good. michiru: yeah, we thought you were going to destroy the world... saturn: *sobbing* you tried... to kill... me? michiru: *sighing* and we were just beginning to pay off the last therapist bills... nebula: NEXT question. where were you during stars? the sailors could have used your help but you just disappeared... saturn: well- haruka: *putting hand over saturn's mouth* um... well, it's not healthy for a growing girl to be fighting all the time... michiru: and she needed a better warbdrobe. *haruka eyes michiru* what? she did! *setsuna rolls her eyes* saturn: *breaking free from haruka's grip* i was in therapy, actually, thankyouverymuch. you can't expect dying, coming back to life, getting all your memories back, growing at an extremely fast pace, and being sailor saturn with powers to destroy the world without a few mental "bumps" here and there... i mean the whole ordeal of being me is rather mentally disturbing. michiru: not to mention expensive. hakura: very expension. nebula: i see... *wicked grabs jupiter* nebula: let me ask the question... makoto: i'm not answering any questions. i'm still getting over the last one... nebula: please? this one isn't from wicked. i swear. makoto: i reserve the right to run away after you finish asking. nebula: whatever. now: what is your favorite attack? how come you never use Thunder Dragon anymore? makoto: um... honestly, i can't remember how to do Thunder Dragon. i mean there are so many attacks and if you don't write down how to do them you forget! i mean look at sailor moon, she's worse than the rest of us. she can't even remember more than one attack per season! wicked: yes, but what is your favorite attack? makoto: the one that i currently remember... nebula: okay. well that... educational. and all the time we have for today. so if you guys have any questions you want to ask the senshi, go right ahead and ask. they're dying to answer. honest. comments, like chocolate chip cookies, are greatly appreciated. nebula "Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color" "The boat delicately graced the surface of the serene lake exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't..." "His disappearance was as noticed as the disappearance of the period after the Dr in Dr Pepper..." "Caffeine is my sheperd: I shall not doze. It maketh me to wake in green pastures: It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses. It restoreth my buzz: It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction I will fear no Equal(tm): For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar comfort me. Thou preparest a carafe by me in the presence of Juan Valdez. Thou anointest my day with pep: my mug runneth over. Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life: And I shall dwell in the House of Maxwell forever. Amen."