A Royal Send-Off

[aroyal_pain]

A single trunk. Really? Endymion stares at it, taking up far too little space on his floor. Everything he wants to bring with him needs to be condensed into that oh-so-tiny area. He makes a futile effort to squash down what's already in there, to make it more compact and leave him more room

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[crimsonstrength]

Nephrite himself wanders by, and catches sight of the bag casually bursting out of its confinements. He steps in without waiting for an invitation.

"Master," he says. "You need help?"

[aroyal_pain]

Endymion flashes Nephrite a grin and motions him into the room.

"Can you make things shrink?" He stares morosely at the trunk, still sitting there innocently unaware of the commotion it's causing.

"Nothing will fit in that." The prince points accusingly.

[crimsonstrength]

"Perhaps you should take out some things?" Nephrite suggests, looking down at the offensive bag. "Or find a bigger bag?"

[aroyal_pain]

"This is all they're letting me take," Endymion complains, frowning again at the insolent luggage. It'd probably fit a lot more if he bothered to actually fold things and pack them neatly. Instead, he picks up a plain shirt, wads it into a ball, and shoves it into a corner of the suitcase.

[fairprinces]

Masako stared at the prince for a moment - she ended up in the weirdest places lately... though this place looked oddly familiar.

She couldn't help but laugh though, he reminded her of Usagi, always trying to find the easy way out. "You know you can fit more in if you roll your clothes."

[aroyal_pain]

"I was already going to try that," Endymion claims. Yeah, right. But when he turns to face the speaker, he finds himself outright staring at...

A hidden sister? Illegitimate? He has been raised at court enough to know such things sometimes happen, and are never spoken about in polite company. But frankly, it doesn't seem like something his father would be likely to do. Besides, she looks about his own age...

"Who are you?"

[fairprinces]

Why does everyone stare at her? Can't they just get used to the fact that she's not the man everyone thinks she's supposed to be?

It's the boobs. That's it, she's cutting them off and throwing them at the next person who stares at her. "You can call me Masako." She debated telling him that she meant no harm, but she didn't know how this prince was going to react to her.

[aroyal_pain]

Times of peace are notoriously lax in security. And it's not that inconceivable that a maid he doesn't know could be in the palace on legitimate business. Looking exactly like him is odder, yes, but it must be coincidence. That name doesn't even sound familiar at all.

"Why are you in my chambers?" If she's here to help packing, shouldn't she already be doing it?

[earth_quaked]

Mamoru finds himself standing in the middle of a mess, with an oddly amused look on his face. He doesn't say anything just yet, nudging a pile of clothes aside with a shoe before glancing down. He frowns, then leans in curiously, picking something up.

"...Big and Busty, the Lustiest Wenches of Jupiter?"

[aroyal_pain]

"What?" No guilty boy caught with his girly magazines would sound quite that blank instead of defensive. Nor, if they were trying to deny a truth, would they be slowly approaching as if they want to see this phenomena. It probably really isn't his.

It's then that he sees Mamoru. He stares.

"You look like... me?" What's with this today? That girl could have been his double, or at least a sister. Now this man looks exactly like him-

Which he may not be taking as seriously as he should as he reaches for the magazine instead.

[earth_quaked]

Mamoru raises an eyebrow at the lack of nervousness or defensiveness in the boy's throat, raising an eyebrow. Both of them rise when he finally looks at Endymion, a near-perfect carbon copy of himself in his younger days. He decides not to comment as Endymion takes the magazine from him, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

Some of those women had seemed awfully familiar...

[aroyal_pain]

No. Some of them seem awfully nice. Endymion's man enough, or teenage boy enough at least, to appreciate a few of the... spreads.

Then he notices it. "No way! That looks like-!"

Blank stare. Ok. Strange twin girl, strange twin man, strange magazine with strange familiar pictures. He's not stupid; by now it's starting to add up.

"What's going on here?"

Oh, Endymion. A man torn between 'wtf' and 'pretty pictures'.

[honoo_no_senshi]

Mars leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest. She's in senshi uniform, as she often is these days. She looks at Endymion with a careful eye - he's the carefree prince that she remembers him as from the Silver Milennium, not the aged old man from the future.

"Need help?"

[aroyal_pain]

"No, it's fine, I'll-"

When he turns towards the door to be more polite and actually look at the person speaking, Endymion cuts himself off.

"Mars!" She's always quite welcome here, of course. And as she's transformed, he doesn't notice any difference between her and the Mars he's met a handful of times.

Wait. Mars.

"And Serenity?" He grins hopefully, looking around as though half-expecting to see the princess.

[honoo_no_senshi]

"Off somewhere, I suppose." You know how Serenity is. Gets distracted by the littlest things.

"Now, do you still need help? You look like you've packed a bit more than can fit in there."

[aroyal_pain]

Not when it comes to him, she's not distracted. He frowns.

"Does she not want to see me? Is she angry?"

[senshi_of_venus]

As soon as Minako appears--no, not Minako this time, Venus--she gags. She pinches her nose, stumbling a little on her heels. "Oh my god, where am I? It smells like boy BO."

Lo and behold, there's Prince Endymion. "Well, hello there."

[aroyal_pain]

Hello there, herself. Venus may not be Serenity, but she's definitely worth looking at.

"Venus?" The look is quite confused, though, as he seems to be straining to see behind her.

"Did the sailor senshi really come without the princess this time?" She must really be angry after all. Gulp.

[senshi_of_venus]

Venus sees that look...and would be lying if she says she doesn't enjoy it. Bit of an attention whore? Oh wait, now he's looking behind her. Venus follows his gaze, turning around momentarily. "I guess so?"

This must be the Silver Millenium...

"Sheesh, don't you guys have air freshener? You'd think the Silver Millenium would be that advanced."

[aroyal_pain]

"Who needs air freshener?" Endymion complains a bit defensively. He takes a sniff of the air. Nope, nothing unusual here. Which probably says something if even the scented herbs can't cut the smell.