sm_monthly Oct 7 theme
A slightly longer one in Dark Side of the Moon-verse. Yay for more Sailor Moon, stealth parody of something incredibly obscure, and worldbuilding.
Title: Shibuya Scramble
Author: purplekitte
Theme: OC--Bus
Genre: Drama
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
The first thing about Earth was that it was full of people. The actual list was endless but this stood out. The population of Nemesis, particularly in these modern times, was such that she knew by face and name every member of the Black Moon Clan and droid servant. At this place, lights changed color and more people than she’d seen in her life walked across an open stone square.
She stood on a short pole just high enough for her to see over the crowd in front of Shibuya station. The ships went so fast when people weren’t walking. She was sure it must be unbearably slow compared to interplanetary travel speeds but so many and so close. And the see-through viewports. They could do that since they were atmospheric travel vehicles, though why they weren’t just using scrying to see out she didn’t know.
The people were so weird looking too. Hair was mostly black with a little bit of frosted blonde or washed out henna-red on a few women. The clothes were bright and varied though, not like each person only having one or two outfits painstakingly conjured at home… no, not home anymore. Layers of shirts and over shirts, many belts and gloves, hair ribbons, shiny jewelry and accessories everywhere. Orange Topaz felt terribly out of place.
Some of the young women were dressed similarly to her senshi outfit, and they tended to also have darker skin and lighter hair, along with odd baggy socks and elaborate eye makeup. They probably couldn’t tell the difference between a real senshi and one dressed like one. Topaz had no modesty or awareness that magic was rare, so thought nothing of transforming her clothes in public. Fortunately, senshi magic that kept anyone from recognizing a scout’s civilian form kept anyone from noticing.
She desired food and sleep and spare parts for her ship, but did not know where among the bright neon lights and flashing colors to find it. There were no signs on Nemesis let alone advertisement, and she could barely read, and she hadn’t figured out the words were related to the locations.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Why would I not be?” Never admit weakness. Why was this young man speaking to her?
“You have bandages all over. Were you in an accident?”
She checked quickly but her bandages weren’t even bled through. What was the fuss? They’d mostly closed up and everything. “No accident. Only my cousin throwing me out.”
“Did you go to the police about it?”
“What is that?”
“What is what?”
“Police.” At his blank look she deemed this topic of conversation useless. “Where is your abode?”
“Abode? You mean my apartment? I’m not from Shibuya; I’m from Roppongi.”
This meant nothing to her. She must find someone to order to put her up for the night, since she had no one in her not-anymore-clan to do it willingly. But she must not draw attention, lest the evil Crystal Palace that exiled her ancestors notice her. An exile from the Clan and Crystal Tokyo. Keep your head down.
“Where is this?” She could always teleport even if her ship needed work. “Are there unoccupied suites? Is there someone like…” Sapphire. “Are there mechanics there?”
“Yeah, they’re mechanics. Are you looking to rent an apartment or stay for the night? You won’t be able to rent something on the spot.”
“Stay for the night.” She didn’t want to stay in a place that would soon be embroiled in war with her clan. Get her ship fixed, find someway to serve her family and the terms of her banishment, to be a senshi but not betray them willfully.
“How much money do you have?”
“Money?”
“Are you foreign? American or something?” He held up a flat rectangular thing with pretty pictures on it.
“Like this?” She reached into the pocket in the folds of her skirt for some of the rock she used to transmute with and studied the thing carefully, its line and color and texture and bend in the wind. She produced an object superficially resembling the bill despite having never seen paper let alone currency before.
“I know a good love hotel near here. Shibuya’s probably better for that, particularly since you’re already here and won’t have to catch the Yamanote then Hibiya or bus over.”
“Bus?”
“Let’s just go, eh? Not, like, together. Not that I’m suggesting anything.”
Topaz jumped down, her skirt flying up and falling back down, something she gave no mind to. Maybe a few cuts Diamond had given her still hurt a little at the impact, maybe. “Lead, Earthling.”
Title: Shibuya Scramble
Author: purplekitte
Theme: OC--Bus
Genre: Drama
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
The first thing about Earth was that it was full of people. The actual list was endless but this stood out. The population of Nemesis, particularly in these modern times, was such that she knew by face and name every member of the Black Moon Clan and droid servant. At this place, lights changed color and more people than she’d seen in her life walked across an open stone square.
She stood on a short pole just high enough for her to see over the crowd in front of Shibuya station. The ships went so fast when people weren’t walking. She was sure it must be unbearably slow compared to interplanetary travel speeds but so many and so close. And the see-through viewports. They could do that since they were atmospheric travel vehicles, though why they weren’t just using scrying to see out she didn’t know.
The people were so weird looking too. Hair was mostly black with a little bit of frosted blonde or washed out henna-red on a few women. The clothes were bright and varied though, not like each person only having one or two outfits painstakingly conjured at home… no, not home anymore. Layers of shirts and over shirts, many belts and gloves, hair ribbons, shiny jewelry and accessories everywhere. Orange Topaz felt terribly out of place.
Some of the young women were dressed similarly to her senshi outfit, and they tended to also have darker skin and lighter hair, along with odd baggy socks and elaborate eye makeup. They probably couldn’t tell the difference between a real senshi and one dressed like one. Topaz had no modesty or awareness that magic was rare, so thought nothing of transforming her clothes in public. Fortunately, senshi magic that kept anyone from recognizing a scout’s civilian form kept anyone from noticing.
She desired food and sleep and spare parts for her ship, but did not know where among the bright neon lights and flashing colors to find it. There were no signs on Nemesis let alone advertisement, and she could barely read, and she hadn’t figured out the words were related to the locations.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Why would I not be?” Never admit weakness. Why was this young man speaking to her?
“You have bandages all over. Were you in an accident?”
She checked quickly but her bandages weren’t even bled through. What was the fuss? They’d mostly closed up and everything. “No accident. Only my cousin throwing me out.”
“Did you go to the police about it?”
“What is that?”
“What is what?”
“Police.” At his blank look she deemed this topic of conversation useless. “Where is your abode?”
“Abode? You mean my apartment? I’m not from Shibuya; I’m from Roppongi.”
This meant nothing to her. She must find someone to order to put her up for the night, since she had no one in her not-anymore-clan to do it willingly. But she must not draw attention, lest the evil Crystal Palace that exiled her ancestors notice her. An exile from the Clan and Crystal Tokyo. Keep your head down.
“Where is this?” She could always teleport even if her ship needed work. “Are there unoccupied suites? Is there someone like…” Sapphire. “Are there mechanics there?”
“Yeah, they’re mechanics. Are you looking to rent an apartment or stay for the night? You won’t be able to rent something on the spot.”
“Stay for the night.” She didn’t want to stay in a place that would soon be embroiled in war with her clan. Get her ship fixed, find someway to serve her family and the terms of her banishment, to be a senshi but not betray them willfully.
“How much money do you have?”
“Money?”
“Are you foreign? American or something?” He held up a flat rectangular thing with pretty pictures on it.
“Like this?” She reached into the pocket in the folds of her skirt for some of the rock she used to transmute with and studied the thing carefully, its line and color and texture and bend in the wind. She produced an object superficially resembling the bill despite having never seen paper let alone currency before.
“I know a good love hotel near here. Shibuya’s probably better for that, particularly since you’re already here and won’t have to catch the Yamanote then Hibiya or bus over.”
“Bus?”
“Let’s just go, eh? Not, like, together. Not that I’m suggesting anything.”
Topaz jumped down, her skirt flying up and falling back down, something she gave no mind to. Maybe a few cuts Diamond had given her still hurt a little at the impact, maybe. “Lead, Earthling.”