Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show and its characters. Then again, only two RHPS characters are actually left.

A/N: I hope people still like this after this chapter...

The moment I stepped out of the castle/spaceship I noticed the moon. A silvery crescent in the sky that was partially obscured by clouds apparently lit this entire planet. It was much less bright than earth's sun, and would take time getting used to. It was much less bright than earth's sun, and would take time getting used to.

Moments later, we were greeted by the princess and her son.

The princess was a woman with dark hair not unlike Father's. She wore a black corset adorned with crystals and lace. She also wore an elaborately ornamented black skirt that hardly reached her knees in the front, but bustled in the back and trailed behind her. Around her neck she wore a necklace with a white rosette attached. The stark white of her skin looked slightly unsettling against the dark clothes. The Cheshire cat smile upon her blood red lips only made her more frightening.*

Her son, on the hand, wore a similar (alibi less over-the-top) ensemble. A black waistcoat with silver buttons; a black jacket with silver trim around the cuffs and collar; black trousers, and plain black boots. He wore some pale makeup and a solemn expression upon his face.

I wondered if they were in mourning.

The palace itself looked like a picture I'd once seen of Versailles. A palace that glittered in the limited light. Yet, unlike the so-called Sun King's golden palace, it shone with silver.

After Lord and Lady Quinn (as I was now forced to call Riffraff and Magenta) properly greeted the princess and her son we walked through the front gates. To keep commoners out, nobody was allowed to land a spaceship inside the palace itself (even in the gardens).

We walked into the main building and through a grand atrium. Many extravagantly dressed courtiers stood nearby. A young woman in a sweeping dark purple dress trimmed with grey lace walked over to them.

"The Queen wishes to see you in conference room three, Lord Quinn," she explained with a curtsy.

"Thank you, Lady Flora." He followed her out of the room.

I went with Lady Quinn to her family's apartment, carrying her suitcase. The apartment turned out to be three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one sitting room, a small dining room, and two servant's bedrooms. It was all decorated in the same gothic manner as their castle/spaceship.

Lady Quinn sat down on one of the couches in the sitting room. "Now, leave my suitcase in my room. I'll have you unpack it later."

"Yes, m'lady."

I did just that, then reported back to the sitting room.

"My father, the elder Lord Quinn, should be home soon. I'm going to go change into eveningwear so we can go to dinner. You will greet him and give him this note."

She stood up and handed me a folded paper.

"Yes, m'lady."

And then she left the room. Judging by the smirk on her face, she was enjoying having someone to boss around.

Not just anyone! The daughter of a man who bossed her around for a while. Though I actually had the right, you know. She doesn't!

And then she left the room. I decide that I liked her better before she went back to being 'Lady Quinn'.

I wasn't sure what to do then. So, I just stood near the door and tried to figure out how old everyone was. Lately, I'd been to busy to think about that very confusing question.

They'd been on earth about 5 years this last time, Riffraff once said. And father had gone once or twice before, including sometime about 17 years ago. And they all looked younger than 30… How old could they be, then?

We live longer than humans. 200 years at least. You'll probably live that long, even though you're half human.

Like Spock! He was technically half-human, but acted like a Vulcan in every single way.

You're nothing like Spock. For one thing, you are almost more human than alien. Also, you grew up on the Earth. Spock grew up on Vulcan.

Father didn't watch Star Trek... did he?

No. Their boring military uniforms didn't give me any fashion inspiration and the stories were stupid. But I can see all your memories, so I know all you know about Star Trek.

He could see all my memories? How horribly embarrassing.

Don't worry… I find it equally awful.

Our conversation then ended. After a while of standing there in terrible boredom, I began to wonder where 'the elder Lord Quinn' was. She said he'd be here any minute.

And then Riffraff/'the young Lord Quinn' walked through the door. The expression on his face told me that something was very wrong. Never before had I seen any emotion from him before… and now he looked devastated. I suddenly began to worry. What could be wrong?

"The elder Lord Quinn is dead. Fay, go get my sister. I've got to tell her before someone else does."

I did as I was told.

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* The royal court (and it's fashion sense) is inspired by mainly three things: the most extreme aspects of 18th century French royal court, color schemes of Tim Burton films, and cabaret/burlesque shows.

A/N: I hope this isn't weird. Magenta and Riffraff are rather out of character, I'm afraid. They're supposed to be totally different when being 'upper class' people again... but this might be getting too crazy.

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