"He has absolutely no idea what a seraglio is," said Haruka to herself. "How can a guy be that ignorant about things like that?"
"From what I understand, he's spent a lot of time being pulled from school to school - and more time out of school than in it," said Michiru demurely.
"He seems like a nice Emperor," observed Hotaru uncertainly, not knowing what a seraglio was either.
"Yes," agreed Setsuna. "However he should have an advisor around. Someone who isn't connected to the power cliques that are in place. Someone who can also keep an eye on him to see that he remains friendly to our kingdom."
Haruka scowled as she went through a selection of formal court gowns before deciding on a leather outfit that had bronze plates sewn on. Particularly with the reinforced knuckles. Now THIS she could wear. "I don't know when I'd have the time."
"Someone who understands subtlety," said Setsuna quietly.
Michiru frowned. Time away from her concert schedule?
A gentle rap on the door broke the mood of conspiracy. What entered had two of the Senshi reaching for transformation pens.
Mongo had developed a number of worlds and moons since Ming's days. They had also seen a few refugees from other wars held elsewhere in the galaxy and a few people who were just quite simply lost. The creature entering was tall, pale, red eyed, fanged, and a skimpily dressed very quite obviously female mammal.
"Good evening," said the woman in what sounded like a thick Bavarian accent. "Dinner vill be serveid... shortly."
"What or who is on the menu?" Haruka asked, the appearance of a vampire having awakened earlier concerns.
"Ve have four selections available... if you vill indicate vhich of these... vill be acceptable?" The vampiress held up a clipboard. "Ve has the Brazed Tetrasaur In Almond Sauce... the Roast Duck L'Ming... the Fvuit Savad... and ve has the Barbequed Beetle in Mint."
"You have asthma," noted Hotaru. "That's why you keep gasping for breath."
"Respiratory difficulties," corrected the woman, "I has a respirator."
"Oh," said Michiru. Somehow a vampiress with asthma didn't seem quite the threat. "What do you recommend?"
"My vace ist vegetarian, so the fvuit savad," suggested the woman.
Haruka put her pen away with a disappointed scowl. Asthmatic vegetarian vampires? What was the world coming to?
"Fruit salad," said Hotaru. Neither beetle nor "tetrasaur" sounded particularly appetizing.
"What will the Emperor be having?" Setsuna asked, curious.
"Ve Emperor has a... health appetite," said the waitress. "Probably all of above."
"Fruit salad?" Michiru said questioningly with an eye towards Haruka.
"Duck," said Haruka.
"Tetrasaur tastes like chicken if I recall," mused Setsuna. "It's been awhile."
"Very good," the waitress said with a curtsey. "Ve vill be ready in a half hour. If you need anything elve... please pull on rope."
Waiting for the waitress to leave, the discussion quickly turned to other ideas to use that half hour.
"I think we should mingle with the populace, that way we'll find out if this 'Ranma' is pulling a fast one," suggested Haruka.
"I propose that we see what kind of art they have on hand, it may tell much about Mongoian culture," was Michiru's suggestion.
"..." Hotaru was too embarassed to suggest going shopping.
Setsuna thought for a moment, then
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