Sailor Saturn Coast to coast

Chapter two

Miaka, looking thru the old book, muses in amusement.
"Don't see why Yui could read this and I couldn't.."
"Miaka!" Said the usual offscreen voice.
"Tamahome!"
"Miaka!"
Sweatdrops fall off all the crew.
"We are on, Miaka," A diffrent voice intones.
"Oh, right," she says, "Um.. the next segment!"

Wiseman adjusted a control. The viewscreen flashed, a figure apeared.
"Switch on," He said, "Here's the senshi."
"Not quite, man," said the figure, now revealed as a woman, with long dark hair, a purple beaded dressed, a cold dark expression on her face, wich seemed several years older then Sailor Saturns.
Zoicite gaped: "Sailor Saturn's evil doppolganger, Mistress Nine?!?"
"But we thought.."
"I was dead? That Sailor Moon and Saturn had destroyed me long ago? Wrong! I'm back! And this show is the first to fall!" she said, doing the evil villioness' laugh.
"Why take this show over," Zoicite said, "It sucks."
"not now that I'm on it!"
To the camera she said, "Hi, fans!"
"hoo-boy. Some people just don't know when to stay dead," Wiseman muttered.
"I heard that, cloak boy."
Mistress Nine's hair, reaching the floor already, seemed to lengthen even further. It snaked around Wiseman, slammed him agienst the far wall. He counted the circuling Inuki's around his head.
"Now then, villion fans, we are going to swing! My first guest is that master of evil, hip cat extroidare, Akio Ohtori! Welcome, Akio!"
On the screen, lowering slowly from the cieling, a dark skinned man appeared, white hair brushed unruly over a sinister expression. He had on a uniform of white, red piping completing the ensamble.
"Who's the clown?" Asked Zoicite.
"Quiet, baka bish, let the cool bish speak."
"Hi, all. Hi, lovely," he said, in a deep dark voice.

Miaka sat in her chair, looking at the moniter in a dreamy way.
"Suteki....."
"Miaka!"

"So, Akio, what's been happining with you these days?"
"Well, darling, I'm currently looking for another assitant to revolutinize the world, since my baka sister went off after that pink-haired harlot, and the student council are busy with thier usual daily angst practise..."
"Fascinating."
"Say, Mistress Nine, I hear your pretty good at this revolution business. Want a job?"
"Let me think it over, lover boy."
"Take all the time you need, baby."
"Reminds me of someone.." Wiseman muttered. Zoicite looked over and commented:
"Hmmm, yeah.. Nephrite!"
"Nah.. Prince Diamond!"
"Il Palazo!"
"Allen Schezer!"
Meanwhile, Mistress Nine continued her talk with the chairman of Ohtori Acadamy.
"So tell me, how does one go about revolutinize the world anyway?"
"Well, it's like this..."
"Roy Fokker!" Wiseman said.
"Zechs Marquille!"
"You mean Millardo Peacecraft!"
"Whatever!"
"He's just a Char Azonable rip-off, anyway!"
"Hey!"
"Bet you twenty bucks it's Roy Fokker!"
"Your on, Wiseman."
"So, Akio... tell me, who inspires the chairman's style?" asked Mistress Nine, ignoring the debate going on by the bandstand.
"My style is influinced by civil war fashions... Oh, and Roy Fokker!"

Roy Fokker preens in front of a mirror, combing his unruly blonde hair.
"Some people just have it, ya know."

At the bandstand, Zoicite has donned a frilly red outfit, more at home on Librechi then a bishonen like him.
"What? Has the Flaming Shonen been gyped out of twenty bucks!"
"Zoicite.." Mistress Nine extalled, in a low dangerous voice.
"What?"
"Don't be such a drag."
"It's what I am, man."
He procedes to play "I feel pretty" on the keyboard.

And the screen suddenly turns back to Miaka..
"Um, yeah.. we hope you enjoyed that sketch, from beyond the edge of space, the edge of time."
"More, after this..."
As the screen darkens again, she said:
"If this clown can get a show, why can't I?"
More fades.
"I mean, even Yui has a show..."
Fadeout.