Night 49: Homeworld - Azabu-Juuban, Tokyo
[dropping in from here]
You know, if we're going to be tossed into weird random warp portals, Minako mused with more than a slight bit of irritation, as the scenery around her blurred into a dizzying smear of colors, they could at least wait until we're at a door. There'd been no sign of one, not even a hint of shelter -- just more rain and mud and yuck as far as she could see. Which really wasn't far, considering the storm and all, but still.
This whole warping-around thing was like going through portals in a video game or something, which was weird enough when it happened on screen. Much more of this and she'd start feeling bad for the characters she was controlling, and that thought led to a remembrance of that time she'd ended up in that video game. Before she finished that thought, though, the brief moment of vertigo cleared and Minako found herself looking at something far more disturbing than Cyberwarrior Girl Luga: the entryway of Juuban High School.
No matter that the place was weirdly, echoingly empty despite the fact that it was bright daylight outside (even if it had just been the middle of the night half a second before), she knew it. There was her shoe locker, right over there, and what was going on here. She was... home. Wasn't she?
Except the other two were still right there, and as she turned to look at them -- one still obnoxious, mud-splattered, and lugging that ridiculous chainsaw, and the other still shirtless and bloody -- she realized that she also was no longer soaking wet and dressed in ripped-up pajamas. Her hand automatically went to her head, patting the very-much-dry red bow in her hair, and the other brushed down the very real school uniform, and her eyes went wide in surprise. "...what?"
You know, if we're going to be tossed into weird random warp portals, Minako mused with more than a slight bit of irritation, as the scenery around her blurred into a dizzying smear of colors, they could at least wait until we're at a door. There'd been no sign of one, not even a hint of shelter -- just more rain and mud and yuck as far as she could see. Which really wasn't far, considering the storm and all, but still.
This whole warping-around thing was like going through portals in a video game or something, which was weird enough when it happened on screen. Much more of this and she'd start feeling bad for the characters she was controlling, and that thought led to a remembrance of that time she'd ended up in that video game. Before she finished that thought, though, the brief moment of vertigo cleared and Minako found herself looking at something far more disturbing than Cyberwarrior Girl Luga: the entryway of Juuban High School.
No matter that the place was weirdly, echoingly empty despite the fact that it was bright daylight outside (even if it had just been the middle of the night half a second before), she knew it. There was her shoe locker, right over there, and what was going on here. She was... home. Wasn't she?
Except the other two were still right there, and as she turned to look at them -- one still obnoxious, mud-splattered, and lugging that ridiculous chainsaw, and the other still shirtless and bloody -- she realized that she also was no longer soaking wet and dressed in ripped-up pajamas. Her hand automatically went to her head, patting the very-much-dry red bow in her hair, and the other brushed down the very real school uniform, and her eyes went wide in surprise. "...what?"