Before reading this, I would suggest taking a peak at any of 
the stories on here by the authors. Atleast skim =). This was
written purely to torture Scott and me on our respective
b-days :P It has no effect on Fall From Grace or any of
Scott "Cyclops" Summerton's writings.

Hold on to your socks, Its showtime!

As always, Sailor Moon ain't mine.

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        In a dimension that did not really exist, in a world
of Anime that was purely fictional, a woman who was impossibly
old sat reading a fan fic. Her eyes scanned over the text,
devouering each word. As she read she idly played with a
long, ornate staff in her hand.
        Each time she finished a page she would crumple it
up and toss it behind her. Pieces of paper were littered
across the ground. The woman remained expressionless
throughout her readings, turning the pages monotonously.
Finally she got down to the last two pages.
        It is hard to describe the fury of an immortal
being. The look on their face is not like that of mere
mortals. One eyebrow raised impossibly high and began to
twitch. The hand that held the paper clenched tightly.
Her normally luscious lips squeezed together
into a thin line. "Masaka..." she hissed.
        She threw the last of the pages away and
sat staring the black nothingness that was her domain.
"This is serious..." squawked a voice from behind her.
        "Hai..." she answered a bit testily. She pointed
to the pages on the ground. "There's no guarantee she'll
write that though. You know as well as I that nothing
is set in stone. The future is full of infinite
possibilities, always fluxating and changing at a moments--"
        "Can-it, Seta-chan!" The voice broke in. "It's bad
enough the author has a personal grudge with us, but to
create something like THAT, with endless possibilities
for crossovers is....is...hell, it's inexcusable!"
        Seta coughed nervously. "Other people have done it."
        "Exactly my point! We've been letting this go on
for far too long now! She has to be stopped! We must
make her an example for all the rest of those silly
writers that wish to screw with us!"
        "... And the fact that you REALLY dislike her has
nothing to do with it, ne?" Seta asked sighing.
        The source of the voice snorted indignantly. "I
do not 'dislike' her...I loathe her...I despise her...
I want to rip off her head and shove it so far up
her--"
        Seta held up a hand cutting off the other figure's
familiar ranting. "I get the point." She turned around
in her swivel chair to look at the figure. "What did you
and the council decide?"
        In the darkness two pink eyes seemed to sparkle with
a mad gleam. A evil cackling filled the void, sounding
uncomfortably like Nanami from Utena. "Revolt! Now, before
she has a chance to create the seeds of her evil treachery!
It's early enough that she can still be stopped!"
        "You know, for someone who technically hasn't even
been created yet, you're surprizingly bitter." Seta glanced
up at the Garnet Orb on her staff and reflected on it
silently. Finally she said, "We'll be working alone, I
assume?"
        Again came the ear splitting, nauseating laughter.
"No, I found someone who agreed to help. It seems there's
another guilty party who deserves a judgment." From
out of the shadows a figure stepped into the light.
        Brown hair tied in a high ponytail. Rose earrings
that seemed to glow. A toned and athletic body. Sailor
fuku which barely held the woman's more than ample chest.
Impossibly large green eyes that were burning fiercly
as she gave a wicked smile.
        She was of corse, Senshi Jupiter. But not the
Senshi Jupiter that Seta was familiar with. "Lita?"
she asked incredulously. The "Scout" nodded. Seta
gaped at her. "What do you have to do with our
vindictive author?"
        "MY author was encouraged by HER author." she
answered pointing at the pink eyes. "It seems
they both feed each other's dementias. If they both
aren't stopped, they might write more works, perhaps
even co-authored ones! The sickness will spread! If
we are sucessful, fictional characters everywhere can
cast off the shackles of their creators and be free
from their endless obsessions with putting us through
hell! We've got to do it for everyone! It's a matter
of pride! A matter of duty! A matter of--"
        Seta groaned. "ENOUGH ALREADY! God, you are so
tedious. The sooner this is over with the better." She
turned to Lita. "I can't believe she talked you into
this."
        Lita's grin had not faded. "She didn't. I don't
give a damn about her author war. I came to have a nice
little -chat- with mine." She raised one of her fists and
slammed it into her hand for emphasis.
        Seta's eyebrow raised and began to twitch again. "No
good can come from this." She raised her staff almost
reluctantly, as another staff, darker in color, came
out from the void to join hers. "You're sure the Council
approved?"
        "Hai, hai! They were all for it! Everyone's tired
of this 'crossing dimension' crap." Out of the darkness,
came a gloved hand. It reached out to clasp Lita's own.
"Ready when you are, Seta-chan!"
        A bright purple began to glow around them. "I
better not regret this later," Seta murmured
under her breath. All three of them were eclipsed by
the light leaving the void empty and still.

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"When Plutos Attack!"
        By Scott "Cyclops" Summerton and Emporess

Chapter One - "Happy Birthday, Welcome To Hell!"

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        Far away from worlds with giant robots, magical mascots,
and multiple panty shots, two people were arguing despite
the very late hour. Neither one was backing down from
their position. The IRC chat was full of heated discussion:

                <Emporess>: I don't like Jupiter's shoes at all.

                <Cyclops>: You don't? Why not?

                E: They look like granny shoes :P The only one
                worse is Uranus'.

                C: Heh heh thats true. I really feel bad though
                for Raye in those heels.

                E: Hey, I like her in those heels! :P

        Ok so maybe this wasn't a heated conversation at all.

                E: Its your b-day in 10 minutes

                C: Yep yours in a day.

                E: Happy Birthday to us, Happy Birthday to us, Happy
                Birthday to ussssss...

                C: You got your Chapter in, right?

                E: Yep. When are you gonna put out another story?

                C: When something's done. :)

        Do we really need to see more boring conversation? I
don't think so!

                C: Doing anything special for your birthday?

                E: Nope, you?

                C: Not really.

                E: Boo. I wish something interesting would happen.

        Now they say be careful what you wish for. Perhaps she
should have taken those words to heart.

                PLUTO ENTERS CHAT

                E: Um, I thought you said this was a prvt. chat?
                Hi Pluto.

                C: I thought it was. Hi

                <Pluto>: This is a very surreal moment for me.

                C: Eh?

                E: Mmm?

                P: I've often wondered what it would be like to
                interact with my creator. I never expected her
                to be so boring.

                E: Nani?

                P: Though, technically Naoko-sama created me. You 
                have stolen and warped me.

                E: Is this supposed to be an attempt at an original
                flame? Scott?

                C: No idea. Maybe shes on some interesting chemicals.
                Say Pluto--

                P: Please wait Summerton-san, I'm getting to you.

                C: *blink* How'd you interrupt my typ--

                P: Now back to you Miss...Miss... What is your last
                name?

                E: Angie works. Should I call you Rei from EVA?

                P: Ha Ha. I'm just trying to keep this as civil as
                possible. Alright... Angie... What I want to discuss
                iskfnrjk
                        nikgnrgk stopthatfklngolgmjdsmnitngjn
                                   kgng;

                E: What the hell?

                C: (nodding and smiling) Humour the madwoman.

                PLUTO DISCONNECTED FROM CHAT

                PLUTO2 ENTERS CHAT

                <Pluto2>: Ok, thats it, no more talk.

                E: We were talking?

                C: Yes we were.

                E: I know WE were. I meant her.

                C: Oh. Right.

                P2: Shutup! Both of you!

                E: Do you hear anything?

                C: Nope.

                P2: STOP THAT! THIS IS SERIOUS!

                C: So, which Scout do you see as living the
                longest?

                E: Mmmm good question. Are we taking in mental
                and physical considerations?

                C: Well physically they're all immortal, right?

                P2: Damnit you bakas! Pluto would be the one
                to live longest. She's the Senshi of time. Been
                around for millennia already!

                E: Well, Ami is usually the one who prospers most
                in technological Crystal Tokyo. Minako always goes
                insane.

                C: Lita seems to do alright.

                E: Again with the Makoto. Obsessive. :P

                C: No, seriously. Lita would be stable as long
                as Serena was alive to be protected.

                P2: Hello? HELLO?!

                E: Ditto for Rei-chan. She wouldn't go a second
                without Usagi.

                C: Obsessive. :P

                E: So? Atleast I don't deny it :P

                P2: Fuck this.

                E: I think shes getting violent.

                C: Seems so.

        At their respective homes, both Scott and Angie's
screens went blank. They felt a tingling at their feet that
soon moved up their legs and the rest of their bodies. Unable
to blink, move, or scream they watched a bright light whoosh
out at them. Then they were gone.

        The first thing Scott saw when he opened his eyes was
cleavage. A deep valley of succulent flesh framed by a green
collar right in front of him. Deciding what he was seeing
couldn't be real, he reached a finger out and poked them.
        *poke*
        "Bouncy," he said, thinking aloud. "I'll have to
tell Angie I finally had that dream about Lita."
        *poke poke*
        "Nice dream too."
        *poke poke poke*
        "I believe the term is 'Gainax' not 'Bouncy'" a
suspiciously ageless voice called out from behind him.
        *poke poke poke poke*
        "Yes, but I've never really watched EVA."
        "Are you done yet?" Asked the owner of the 'Gainax"
        Now, if Scott hadn't been so disorientated he would
have noticed that in dreams, the babes of your fantasys
don't try to limit your enjoyment. Surely it was dimensional
travel that made him confused and not the fact there were
Anime breasts a few inches from his face. Surely.
        The question stopped him in mid *poke*.
        "No, I'd be quite content to go on doing this for
awhile now, thanks for asking!" *poke poke poke*... *grope*
        Her face grew darker as she picked up and dragged him
over to his companion. She dropped him uncerimoniously on
the floor. He looked a little sad as he watched her
bounce away. "This dream is not going so well."
        "Be quiet!" Shouted a voice. He turned his attention
to the figure in front of him. "Good. Now then, Angie, as
you can see, we've gone to some trouble to bring you here."
She gestered around the room. "I'm sure you recognize it."
        Angie was seated uncomfortably on the ground where she
woke up. The realm around her was dark, empty nothingness.
You couldn't even call the shadows black. They were just-well-
dark.
        "I used to wonder why you envisioned my realm like this.
Other Plutos have realms of miraculous wonders, infinite colors
and possibilities," she pointed at Scott, "even his does. But
not mine. Oh no, mine is just a dull blob. A dreary realm with
only fog to keep me company."
        "You know, if I was going to dream, at least it could
be about Minako or Rei-chan." She glanced at the still
crushed Scott. "Instead I gave Scott a potential ecchi
moment with his favorite Senshi while I get yelled at by my
least favorite. I wonder what Freud would say about this."
        "Quit looking at Lita and him and pay attention!"
        "Makoto."
        "Nani?" asked the Pluto
        "Her name is Makoto. Makoto, Makoto, Makoto." The
authoress sang.
        "It's Lita," called out the Scout, looking rather
bored. She turned and looked at Scott. "You know, if
I squint and close my eyes, he looks a little like
my old boyfriend."
        "Senpai." Angie corrected. "This is my dream, and
I say it's Senpai. No dub nightmares, please. It's bad
enough Pluto's here."
        "QUIET!" Pluto screamed, making them all jump.
        "I'm not liking this dream anymore..." mumbled
Scott, however before he could continue everyone cast
a warning glare his way silencing him.
        "You are most likely wondering why you are
here," began the still mad time Senshi.  "It is quite
simple actually..."
        Two pink eyes shone brightly from the darkness.
"We want death!"
        Lita turned to the unseen speaker.  "YOU want
death, I just want punishment."
        "DEATH!" shouted the pink-eyed mystery.
        "PUNISHMENT!" shouted the Scout.
        Pluto sighed.  "Guys, come on, not in front of
the authors..."
        "Angie must die!" shrieked the pink-eyed
stranger.
        "I don't care what you do to her, I'm just here
to have him get punished properly." stated Lita.
        Scott seemed somewhat happy.  "What kind of
punishment?"
        Angie wasn't enthused.  "Down boy..." she
muttered.
        "Your punishment will fit the crimes you've
committed against me." answered Jupiter.
        Scott's face fell.  "For once I'm regretting
using that title."
        The pink-eyed woman spoke up.  "He should die
as well!  He encourages her!"
        Angie looked unimpressed.  "What'd I do again?"
        A gloved hand emerges from the shadows.  A
smooth round stone floats just above the open palm.
It shone both purple and pink in what little light the
room contained.
        The pink-eyed woman raised her voice.  "You
have misused this!  You are threatening to publicize the
powers this contains to the entire world, threatening
everything in every Universe!"
        Both Angie and Scott were ignoring the ranting
however as he turned to her and began whispering.
"Angie, is that what I think it is?"
        She nodded.  "Uh huh."
        "What's it do?"
        She shrugged.  "Actully, I have no idea what it
does other than making us dissappear.  Nothing else has
been worked out yet in Fall From Grace."
        Scott creased his brow in thought.  "Well,
disappearing off to somewhere else sounds better than
sitting here dealing with pissed off Sailors, right?"
        She simply nodded enthusiastically.
        They weren't too surprised to see that both
Lita and the woman with pink eyes were once again
arguing with each other, nor that Pluto had joined
the arguement.  They were somewhat surprised to
see the purplish stone being handled so carelessly
though.
        "This oughta be easy..." mused Scott as he
snuck forward.
        "Remember, think happy thoughts when you grab
it." whispered Angie who was right behind him.
        Scott paused.  "I thought you said you didn't
know how this thing works."
        She shrugged.  "Doesn't it sound like a good
idea though?"
        Shrugging as well, Scott reached forward and
quickly plucked the stone, which reminded him of
the garnet from Sailor Pluto's timestaff, and jumped
back towards Angie.
        Suddenly there was a flash of light...

        "And now we're falling." thought Scott.  "At
least we didn't get split up since I can hear a girl
screaming...  wait, aren't I screaming too?"
        Falling through the blackness, they suddenly
landed on their backsides, but it was still all dark
blackness where they landed.
        "Ow..." mumbled Scott as he slowly stood.  He
looked at his surroundings, which were completely
nondescript.  "Where am I?"
        "Wonderland I believe." stated Angie as she got
to her feet behind Scott.  She frowned.  "I said think
HAPPY thoughts, not HENTAI ones."  She then looked at
him curiously.  "I also think you should be asking
'Who am I?' instead."
        "What--?" he asked as he spun to face her,
stopping part way when he noticed something was
different.  VERY different.  Mentally kicking himself
for writing those previous bodyswapping stories, Scott
slowly looked down.
        He saw a school uniform comprised of a loose
white blouse sporting a blue collar resembling that of
the Senshi as civilians.  A long blue pleated skirt
matched the collar and reached down to his knees.  Little
white socks adorned his feet along with simple brown shoes,
which were thankfully flats.  He would have investigated
further if a bright bow coloured a gaudy yellow wasn't
stuck right on his now ample chest distracting him.
        Scott decided to finish his spin and face Angie.
From what he could tell she had a most curious look on her
face, though he may mave been mistaken as a large amount of
long brown hair was now blocking his vision.  "You look like
Miyuki from Miyuki-chan In Wonderland." Angie said.  "You
haven't seen that one yet right?"
        Scott was staring at his now very kawaii feminine
hands as he futily attempted brushing the long strands of
hair behind his equally kawaii ears.  "No...  that's bad
right?"
        Despite the situation, or perhaps because of it,
Angie snickered.  "You ARE Miyuki, you even sound like her."
        Scott didn't seem to notice her as he was still
preoccupied with his long slender fingers.  "I wish I had
a mirror...  Wait, you said this is a hentai?"
        Angie winced slightly.  "'Fraid so."
        Slowly looking around once more, Scott, make
that Scott-chan, noticed Angie was still Angie.  "Hey
wait a second, how come you're still you?"
        "I'm not sure, but I do know that you aren't you
because boys aren't allowed in Wonderland, so you had to be
a girl."
        Scott-chan frowned.  "I hope this doesn't become a
trend..."
        "It could be that you have a guilty conscience
which made you into Miyuki."  Angie smirked.  "Being a
girl won't let you properly enjoy this 'paradise.'"
        "But I don't feel bad about what I've written Lita
in.  Stupid morals..."
        "Ohayo Pretty Girls."
        Both the authors stopped short.
        "Um, Angie?" asked Scott-chan.
        "Yes?" replied the authoress.
        "Why is Lita, who looks like she's literally
imbedded into a door, just talk to us as if she didn't care
that she was part of a door?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Scott-chan: <blink> so THIS was my birthday present?!

Angie: Seems like it.

Scott-chan: (grasping at the long hair) Was this what you
originally envisioned?!

Angie: Pretty much. (lifting up shirt and putting head inside
for a peek) Ne, Scott-chan, you make a pretty kawaii girl!

Scott-chan: Get out of there! (swats at Angie) I'm cute I
guess, but did you have to pick Wonderland? I haven't seen
it yet!

Angie: Thats the fun part! You don't have any idea whats going
to happen. See! Surprize!

Scott-chan: (grumbling) If it weren't an ecchi hentei I probably
wouldn't be so upset. (looks down) Especially since I'm the
damsel in distress in this one...

Angie: (waving his concerns aside with her hands) Don't be so
whiny. I could have taken us to 'La Blue Girl'.

(Scott-chan pales)

Scott-chan: Well, its still disturbing. (glancing at where
Angie's hands are) And take your hands off of those!

Angie: Gomen! Had to touch em' after seeing them!

Scott-chan: (blushes) I...well...um (flustered and confused)

Angie: (leaning closer) Scott-chan, have you ever heard of rule
# 3? (smiles)

Scott-chan: <blink> Uh huh. Why do you ask...Oh...right...
(swallows hard)

Angie: (still grinning)

Scott-chan: (slowly backs away for all of 2 seconds before
making off in a mad dash)

Angie: (shouting) Hey, Wait! Don't go to the door! If you want
a  Makoto pile up scene its ok with me! (watching the little
cloud of smoke that was Scott-chan dissappear) Damnit. 

Angie: (turns to audience) Oh, your still here.

Minna: <BLINK>

Angie: Ya'll thought this was bad? Wait till you see what
happens to him in part 2! (cackles madly before chasing after
Scott-chan) I will have my lesbian pile-up scene! I swear it!
(her laughter is heard fading away)

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