She was sitting on one of the lounge chairs, a large tropical drink with a lot of ice in one hand, and absolutely no memory of how she'd come to be sitting there.
Shummmmmmmmmmm!
Setsuna's eyes tracked up, wondering what new horror was going to be inflicted on her.
VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
In this case it was, as near as she could tell from a brief glance, a hyperdimensional shunt gate disgorging a hotrod version of a lemon yellow with orange racing stripes 1948 Ford F1 Pickup Truck. Excepting that the vehicle had been equipped with antigrav. She wasn't a car-otaku, but she had spent time around someone who was rather more into cars than she was.
There was also a familiar blonde head poked out of the driver's side window. "Ya-hooooooo!"
Setsuna decided that staring was acceptable under these circumstances as the vehicle swung down near her, managing to knock one of the unattended lounge chairs into the pool.
"Hey, Setsuna-san! I packed a few of your things," happily said Minako as she got out and began setting boxes out of the bed of the pickup.
"What is all this?" asked Setsuna as the mound of packages began growing. And growing. And still growing.
"Just a few things I'd thought you'd need, and I stopped by your apartment and picked up a few of your things," said Minako. "I didn't know ANYONE still had Betamax."
"You went into my apartment?" asked Setsuna, having forgotten she had one. When was the last time she'd just been home?
"Oh yeah, and I tell ya - the dust bunnies been multiplying!" said Minako, laying out more boxes.
Setsuna realized that sounded like a quote, but couldn't place a source. Of course, considering who was doing the quote - it had probably mutated a few times.
Minako shot a "V" sign at Setsuna. "Don't worry. Just get all the R&R you can! We're handling EVERYTHING!"
Setsuna was really worried now.
Reflex Accelerated Nanomech Military Android 01, the soldier of a forgotten war, continued to find the "rust" on his skills and systems and continued to remove them.
Not rust in the literal sense, he had no parts which would form a weakened oxide material like some common robot.
The Ancients who had constructed him as a weapon had left him with a few scattered memories, none he could call pleasant. Gero had been just plain weird.
Finding himself as a member of a family was - strange. He certainly hadn't any real experience with it. He barely had much experience with friends for that matter.
"RANMA!" yelled Hotaru from out in the water.
Ranma waved back at his "little sister" and wondered at this curious situation. Standing on a beach while Hotaru played in the water. He tried going through various exercises, and for SOME odd unfathomable reason - he kept finding people gathering nearby. It was very very odd.
"Hey you, you think you're tough? I think -" said some belligerent mundane.
Ranma waited until the other had made physical contact, then used an index finger to impact the target's sternum.
Then he went back to lifting the weights.
That he hadn't bothered to put the dumbbell down was noted by the various watchers. That the tough had gone down and was now screaming in pain was also noted.
"Ah, dim mak technique," guessed one portly fellow. "Just enough to crack the bone, not enough to kill him. Very well done. You're a martial artist."
"In a manner of speaking," said Ranma.
(Posted Sat, 03 Jun 2006 09:32)
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