Running down the beach parking lot, masking her keen awareness of the presence of fifty bewildered onlookers, Usagi ripped off her swimsuit cover-up as she sprinted towards the back of Michuru's van. She was not alone; a sizeable group of girls with similarly frantic expressions joined her.
"Damn, damn, damn," she chanted at an impressive staccato. The phage was attacking the concession stand, flinging bits of Klondike bars and ooze-y industrial-size ketchup tanks across the hot sand and asphalt. She hurriedly pulled her fuku over her bikini.
"So inconvenient...," remarked Sailorpluto coolly, trying to work the Garnet Staff loose from the workings of the passenger seat.
"Wait... where's Makoto?" hissed Sailormercury under her breath. As she pulled up her boots with fingers trembling in their haste, Usagi glanced at the girls surrounding her. A sea of unnatural hair colors engulfed her, but there was no brunette to be seen.
Damn.
As though summoned by the sound of her name, Kino Makoto shrieked a greeting over the parking lot.
"Guys!" she waved, a bottle of-- something-- sloshing in her hand. "Gu-u-uys!"
"The hell...?" Haruka's eyes widened, taking in the sight of a very tipsy senshi wobbling towards them with considerable speed, given the circumstances.
"Guys!" Makoto exclaimed upon reaching them. She heard a sharp noise as though some piece of machinery had just come loose, and experienced a sudden change in perspective. She didn't seem to acknowledge this.
"Shit." Sailorpluto breathed as she glanced back to discover she had inadvertently toppled a comrade with her staff by impaling her in the stomach.
"Mike's Hard Lemonade...," Sailormars murmured, holding the bottleneck with two fingers, disdain etched in the pursing of her lips. It became glaringly apparent that Sailorjupiter, ambassador for hope and the forces of good, was roaring drunk. Tuxedo Kamen, slipping on his all-concealing, definitely-worth-the-effort-of-wearing mask, attempted to help her to her feet. She made no concerted effort to move.
"DAMN IT!" yelped Sailoruranus, who had come quite close to nicking Sailorneptune in the arm with her Space Sword, which had also entangled itself in beach equipment and strangely complex carseat mechanisms.
"Okay, let's go. Go, go, go!" Sailormoon shouted in exasperation, just as Tuxedo Kamen and Sailorvenus succeeded in hauling Makoto's limp, uncooperative body into the cramped backseat. The senshi moved en masse, loping towards the concession stand. Sailor Chibimoon stopped suddenly, gaping innocently at a bewildered Kou Seiya, who was in the process of shimmying into the smallest pair of shorts known to mankind.
"Wait... how did they... I thought those three were...?" Sailorsaturn questioned, staring at Seiya with wide eyes and cocked brows. Seiya, in turn, stared back confusedly.
"Okay, STOP. We do NOT WANT TO KNOW." commanded Sailorvenus. The awkward explanation that would take place was already unfolding in her mind-- it was not something she was interested in experiencing. The group that stood for goodness and grace lumbered towards their enemy with all the agility of a tank.