Author's Notes: Standard Apology. This is the result of extreme boredom and
watching waaaay too many episodes of "I Love the 70s in a row and doodling
a picture of Niobe as a blaxploitation heroine. Point: Just because I
watched all those eps doesn't mean I remember every detail so if anything's
a little off, don't worry; just relax and enjoy the show.
Ridiculously Alternative-Universe. Here, humans and machines are truly symbiotic and living in relative harmony like the aliens in "Alien Nation." They work together to protect the Matrix from harm, which usually emanates from The Merovingian and his crew.
Prologue
Persephone wandered around the interior of Café Le Vrai, which was now accurately ornamented like a 70s disco. Persephone herself was also attired like someone from the 1970s: she was wearing a brown and turquoise peasant blouse, a large metal pendant, hoop earrings, a modest headscarf, and "elephant bottoms," bellbottom pants with enormously wide cuffs. She would have been wearing roller skates as well, but she didn't want to scuff up the floor just yet. She spotted her husband, still clad in his usual suit, bent over his special programming laptop checking to make sure that he had accurately programmed the interior of Café La Vrai to disco-licious perfection.
"Ah, my love, you look charming as, how they say, a 'flower child!'" said the Merovingian as his smiling wife sauntered towards him, careful of her enormous cuffs. "This party shall be one of our most memorable!" As she gracefully sat on his lap, he glanced at the screen of the laptop, where glittery strands of code were being translated into the essentials for their party. Just then, they spotted somebody peering at them from the Café entrance.
It was Miro, the Asian, white-clad Vamp who was Persephone's personal bodyguard and handmaiden. She looked very uncomfortable as she spoke. "Er, Milady, do I really have to wear this to the party? I mean, Milady, I think I look utterly rediculous!" Persephone got up from her husband's lap and said "But Miro, don't you want to blend in? After all, with so many guests we are going to need much protection! Besides, perhaps you don't look as bad as you think. Let us see how that outfit looks on you!" Miro almost blushed. "Milady, I'd rather not..." she mumbled. "Please come in and let us see! Or are you disobeying your mistress?" said The Merovingian (but he was grinning). Miro worked her face into a pout and entered the dining room.
Miro's white leather jacket and pants seemed to be made entirely out of fringe and red and turquoise beads that made a clicking sound whenever she moved. Persephone giggled and then pointed out that something was missing from Miro's attire: "The hat! Miro, you have to wear the hat!" Miro groaned as she reached into the "nowhere pocket" of her jacket and pulled out a white Stetson with an elaborate copper band and two long feathers. "Milady, what exactly am I supposed to be, a fashion model or some sort of pimp?!" "Milady" did not answer, as she and her husband were hysterically laughing their butts off.
"Aaaargh, that's it! I am so not going to wear this- this- this fringed insult to fashion!" Persephone carefully wiped a tear from her eye and said "Oh but you must! Everyone else will be dressed in this manner-" "Well I'm not, Milady! If the Twins ever see me like this..." The Merovingian gave a hearty guffaw and managed to say "But I assure you, they will be dressed even more ridiculously then you are!" before completely dissolving into a laughing fit. The thought of the Twins dressed as Elton John sent a shudder through Miro, who was getting desperate to get out of the horrible outfit. Indeed, she was desperate enough to make a grab for Persephone's little purse and the gun inside.
"Miro what are you doing! Let go of my purse! Let go! LET GO NOW!!" "Milady, I'm going to put myself out of my own misery unless you let me pick what I wear!" "Ladies, please, will you stop! This is most embarrassing!" The tug-of-war between Miro and Persephone for the little purse had reached a stalemate when The Merovingian decided to end the situation by stepping between the two and grabbing the purse himself. The moment he reached out for it, both females tugged with all their might which caused both of them to lose their grip, the purse slipping out of Persephone's grasp and sailing twenty feet in the air, hitting a chandelier and falling straight towards The Merovingian's laptop where it landed squarely on the keyboard with an ominous sounding *TWACK* "Uh... oh..."
There was a click, and then the whole world went momentarily black, and then blindingly white which quickly darkened back to normal indoor light.
"S-s-s-sacre blu, what happened?" "I have a bad feeling about this, Milady..." "You should, it was your fault!" "Ladies please be quiet! Do you not sense it?" The Merovingian in full-blown alert mode. He cautiously crept over to his laptop and peered at the screen. It was just as he'd feared: the 70s program meant for just the interior of Café La Vrai had been spread to another area; specifically, all of Central City.
"Aiyiyiyiyi, you women what have you done?! Our party is ruined!"
Ridiculously Alternative-Universe. Here, humans and machines are truly symbiotic and living in relative harmony like the aliens in "Alien Nation." They work together to protect the Matrix from harm, which usually emanates from The Merovingian and his crew.
Prologue
Persephone wandered around the interior of Café Le Vrai, which was now accurately ornamented like a 70s disco. Persephone herself was also attired like someone from the 1970s: she was wearing a brown and turquoise peasant blouse, a large metal pendant, hoop earrings, a modest headscarf, and "elephant bottoms," bellbottom pants with enormously wide cuffs. She would have been wearing roller skates as well, but she didn't want to scuff up the floor just yet. She spotted her husband, still clad in his usual suit, bent over his special programming laptop checking to make sure that he had accurately programmed the interior of Café La Vrai to disco-licious perfection.
"Ah, my love, you look charming as, how they say, a 'flower child!'" said the Merovingian as his smiling wife sauntered towards him, careful of her enormous cuffs. "This party shall be one of our most memorable!" As she gracefully sat on his lap, he glanced at the screen of the laptop, where glittery strands of code were being translated into the essentials for their party. Just then, they spotted somebody peering at them from the Café entrance.
It was Miro, the Asian, white-clad Vamp who was Persephone's personal bodyguard and handmaiden. She looked very uncomfortable as she spoke. "Er, Milady, do I really have to wear this to the party? I mean, Milady, I think I look utterly rediculous!" Persephone got up from her husband's lap and said "But Miro, don't you want to blend in? After all, with so many guests we are going to need much protection! Besides, perhaps you don't look as bad as you think. Let us see how that outfit looks on you!" Miro almost blushed. "Milady, I'd rather not..." she mumbled. "Please come in and let us see! Or are you disobeying your mistress?" said The Merovingian (but he was grinning). Miro worked her face into a pout and entered the dining room.
Miro's white leather jacket and pants seemed to be made entirely out of fringe and red and turquoise beads that made a clicking sound whenever she moved. Persephone giggled and then pointed out that something was missing from Miro's attire: "The hat! Miro, you have to wear the hat!" Miro groaned as she reached into the "nowhere pocket" of her jacket and pulled out a white Stetson with an elaborate copper band and two long feathers. "Milady, what exactly am I supposed to be, a fashion model or some sort of pimp?!" "Milady" did not answer, as she and her husband were hysterically laughing their butts off.
"Aaaargh, that's it! I am so not going to wear this- this- this fringed insult to fashion!" Persephone carefully wiped a tear from her eye and said "Oh but you must! Everyone else will be dressed in this manner-" "Well I'm not, Milady! If the Twins ever see me like this..." The Merovingian gave a hearty guffaw and managed to say "But I assure you, they will be dressed even more ridiculously then you are!" before completely dissolving into a laughing fit. The thought of the Twins dressed as Elton John sent a shudder through Miro, who was getting desperate to get out of the horrible outfit. Indeed, she was desperate enough to make a grab for Persephone's little purse and the gun inside.
"Miro what are you doing! Let go of my purse! Let go! LET GO NOW!!" "Milady, I'm going to put myself out of my own misery unless you let me pick what I wear!" "Ladies, please, will you stop! This is most embarrassing!" The tug-of-war between Miro and Persephone for the little purse had reached a stalemate when The Merovingian decided to end the situation by stepping between the two and grabbing the purse himself. The moment he reached out for it, both females tugged with all their might which caused both of them to lose their grip, the purse slipping out of Persephone's grasp and sailing twenty feet in the air, hitting a chandelier and falling straight towards The Merovingian's laptop where it landed squarely on the keyboard with an ominous sounding *TWACK* "Uh... oh..."
There was a click, and then the whole world went momentarily black, and then blindingly white which quickly darkened back to normal indoor light.
"S-s-s-sacre blu, what happened?" "I have a bad feeling about this, Milady..." "You should, it was your fault!" "Ladies please be quiet! Do you not sense it?" The Merovingian in full-blown alert mode. He cautiously crept over to his laptop and peered at the screen. It was just as he'd feared: the 70s program meant for just the interior of Café La Vrai had been spread to another area; specifically, all of Central City.
"Aiyiyiyiyi, you women what have you done?! Our party is ruined!"