Usagi's New World: Plans for Reality. [Episode 141187]

The bikini-clad waitress put the last drink onto the table, and took a step back. "Will there be anything else?"

"No no, thanks though," Cas responded in a kind tone. As the waitress walked away from the table by the hotel pool, Cas turned back to the others. "We've established that the only reason that Crystal Tokyo existed was because of the old laws of reality, so why isn't it fading with the new laws in place."

"Because Mamoru Chiba is being empowered by the new laws, and he's making Crystal Tokyo happen anyway," the Wizard responded simply.

"Yes, but the old worldlaws all but required the creation of Crystal Tokyo, something that the new worldlaws lack."

"It's inertia," one of the precognatives commented simply. "The Crystal's changes to the worldlaws has twisted destiny to allow only paths leading to Crystal Tokyo for a very long time. Even with the shift enough lead there that Mamoru can push down them if he has the will."

"And thanks to us, his will, or at least his aggression is stronger than Queen Serenity's ever was," Cas said quietly.

"Worse," the wizard responded. "Because of the Golden Crystal and his nearness to the Silver Crystal, he's being affected by the new Worldlaws more strongly than any other man on earth." He angrily pounded his fist into the table. "DAMN! We should have anticipated this!"

"Hey, all of us make mistakes," Cas said reassuringly. "What matters in this case is, can we fix those mistakes?"

The Wizard looked at the tentacle demon and nodded. "Alright," he said quietly. "Let's lay out a few options. I'm not sure we could get Usagi powering up to give us a chance to try switching worldlaws again with Mamoru's more take charge attitude." He frowned, looking down at the table.

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Mamoru leaned against the wall just outside the changing rooms of the Lingerie shop, with a smirk on his face. His smirk expanded into a grin as Usagi timidly opened the door and emerged, dressed in a very lacy bra and panty set. "Innocent Virgin look," Mamoru commented as his eyes roamed over her body. "False advertising, but you still can pull it off. Definitely a keeper." He nodded, then made a small gesture with his hand. "Let's see the next one."

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Haruka strode through the tunnels of the race track as fast as her high heels let her. She glanced toward the door to the locker room, but concluded that changing out of the Race Queen outfit she wore could wait until she had finished her business. Reaching one particular room she smacked the door twice with her fist before reaching down and opening it.

Inside Daisuke stood next to the chair where his friend Hiroshi was sitting, Hiroshi's camcorder plugged into the computer on the table. "What is it Haruka?" Daisuke asked in a disapproving tone of voice.

Haruka froze, her intensity collapsing before a sudden desire to apologize. Then she shook her head, remembering that she did have a reason for being there.

"I... " Haruka started, trailing off with a feel of uncertainty. "Look, I want that tape," she said, pointing to the camcorder.

"You'll get a copy," Daisuke said in a consoling tone. "Something to show everyone that you can do anything you set your mind to."

Haruka stood uncertainly, part of her mind wanting to thank Daisuke and leave. "No, that... What happened... I don't want it getting out! Give me that tape!" she said with all the force she could muster, stepping forward in a menacing fashion that had always made Daisuke back down before.

Daisuke looked back at her undaunted. He took a step forward, looking her right in the eyes. "You'll get a copy." One finger reached out, and lightly tapped her nose.

"..." Haruka looked back at him, trying to maintain her intensity. Then her eyes dropped toward the floor, and she turned toward the door with a quiet, "Ok."

"Don't worry," Daisuke commented in a cheerful tone. "We won't be showing it to too many others." His hand reached out and gently patted Haruka's butt three times, the third time staying a moment to gently squeeze.

Haruka suppressed a shudder of pleasure at the contact, and with a quiet "Thank you," She fled the room.