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The Never Ending Quest - Episode 89310

Betty Ragan (of the Red Hair)

“Are . . .you the one that weird cockney sounding lady from earlier is an archmage?” I find myself asking, almost against my will but almost forced to ask anyway. “I mean with all the hocus pocus and showy magic and . . .things?”

I always prided myself on being able to distinguish fantasy from reality and right HERE and now I’m talking with a blue haired woman with the wings, fairy magical crap and the angelic looks and . . .!

. . .

Why did I even get UP this morning? I mean really? What did I do to deserve all of this weird crap? I mean I know that some things I wrote in Game 3 to the main character there was kind of weird and all that but I never thought I’d become a victim of a text based game for god’s sake!

Let’s not go into all the insanity of the Twins of Doom and the Doctor and the . . . .

I find myself suddenly being guided over to a table and forced down into a chair. A mug which smells strongly of . . .some rather good smelling tea (of all things) is placed in my hand by a now rather worried looking blue haired woman (with glowing angelic WINGS) is . .!!

”Drink it ,” Rei (that IS the name I find out later) says softly, gesturing to my cup after taking some tea for herself. “Earl Gray always did wonders for me when I found myself with jangled nerves. Something I see you and your group have a case of right now, I wager.

”Care for some?” she asks my other travel companions, gesturing towards a teapot that had appeared from somewhere. “I just brewed it myself and it is rather good, if I do say only for myself.”

”Girl, we don’t have TIME for tea!” the Master sneered, clearly NOT at all impressed with Rei’s good manners. “I need to get BACK to the VLA before it blows sky high and ends life on this. . . “

”Great, another reiteration of that timeline,” the white haired angelic woman muttered, shaking her head slightly. “Auntie Inquirer had rather harsh things to say about the Master from that timeline . . .”

Wait, is she saying what I’m thinking? That . . .there was another group like mine which had the same wacky crap happen to it? The radio telescopes, the Master, and all this?!

”That was back in February of 2000 AD back on your travelling companion’s Earth,” Rei says interrupting my line of thought laconically as she sips her tea, looking unconcerned. “This very very real place named Sunnyvale in the state of California has it’s calendar saying that it is the day AFTER Halloween, in the year 1997 AD.”

”Wait . . .what?” the Master blinks.

Hm, maybe his timesense (Timelords are supposed to have such a thing it’s been theorized) hadn’t warned him about that fact? I guess it doesn’t adapt to getting thrown into parallel universes which just HAPPEN to reflect certain works of fiction I am familiar with.

. . .

Like the one which is beginning to look like the ”normal” version of me hales from a Farscape universe?!

Gee, I didn’t see that one coming: an analogous version of myself actually existing in a TV show I am crazy about, except that the OTHER me seems to hate Crichton’s guts almost as much as I would actually hate Captian Janeway if SHE was real . . .and could BE real somewhere in the mulitverse and . . .

Ah later!! This is making my head hurt, damnit. And I thought that my life was getting complicated enough when I got zapped and turned into a double of Melissa in Game 3!

”Three years before, but that’s not . . .,” the Master begins to protest, looking out of sorts for a second before turning and giving Rei a guarded look. “Look, I had been rather pointedly informed that I had inadvertently linked my fate

”M, this is a parallel universe here,

”Annnd let us not overlook—the town of Sunnyvale, which only exists as a piece of fiction on an American TV show back on Betty’s Earth and time by the local Earth calendar is

Myself? I am rather befuddled at the sudden turn of events myself and DO really want to get BACK home and save everything . . . and everyone

Not waiting to see that the others--after looking at each other and then shrugging—completely seat themselves as they take up their own mugs, turns back to me. I can’t help but notice how . .. .real her wings are at this distance. They’re . . .too detailed to even (way too late) try to deny the truth and . . .tell myself comforting lies.

Comforting lies like this is just some kind of weird and bizarre costume party that that . . .godlike woman with the English accent (almost like from a bad play) dropped us into the middle of, and I’m not really facing . . .everything I’ve been facing up until now.

Yep, just one big misunderstanding… But though the blue angelic woman seems to have taken a more friendly stance towards my group (including the Master . . .she’ll say that politeness is never a waste . . .even with those you eventually intend to kill), her friends aren’t exactly ready to totally lower their guard by the way they have hands near weapons and all that. At least for the Master’s presence, anyway.

”Actually yes,” she says softly, taking a hand and holding it in her own. “Frankly it’s a title that I feel even to this day I do not truly deserve, since I was only one member of a VERY large research group of mages who finally cracked the scourge of lycanthropy and came upon a cure for it . . .”

”You were the one who saw what the others had been overlooking and hit upon the key dear,” that one guy in what I could almost swear was a direct copy of that other set of power armor that our mysterious rescuer named Inquirer wore earlier protests from the side. “Frankly, that alone saved what would otherwise been yet another bold but failed attempt cinched to nomination for the honored title . . .”

”That might be true dear husband,” Rei said in a slightly embarrassed, singsong voice. “But it still embarrasses me even to this day. I mean . . .”

”Pardon . . .old gripe of mine,” she laughs softly, patting my hand. Actually patting my hand! “Embarrassing titles aside, I do happen to be rather stuck with the title of archmage. Diane Walker, the cockney accented woman you speak of at a guess, did rather enjoy neddling me with that from time to time.

”The name I have though happens to be Rei Quatermain Takahashi and . . . ,”

And with that she introduces herself, her friends and such. And an odd bunch it is, to say the least!

. . .

Say, this tea is really good stuff! Not only that I gotta admit I DO feel a bit better after having some.

Anyway, yes indeed she and her group (the non-Buffy the Vampire members anyway) DO happen to be . . .rather odd. But at least they’re MUCH more friendly that that wacko back in the Land of Fiction who’d scared the living CRAP out of me and the others here. Hell, I can even see that the Master here had been taken aback by it all, even IF he’s trying to downplay it.

But as it stands….


”So. . . .let me see if I have gotten at least the basics of this correct,” the Master says, glancing around at the winged women and their friends/associates. It had been something of a hard sell but Rei (with a bit of evidence including proof given from things like ‘psychic feedback from a person viewing themselves portrayed in another reality’s work of fiction’ was the clinher . . .and a real migrane headache for the Master). Too many inconsistencies had been popping up more and more to have been anything else reasonably possible for the dark Time Lord. “First, this is Earth but not only did this . . .Walker woman, an avatar of a supposed divine being called the Forge—a dwarven god of metalworking—send us apparently back further in a timeline before the . . .er . . .unsuccessful efforts to ‘prepare’ Earth for my clients moving in, but this is not the Earth I had left with the Doctor and his companions here.”

”As well as not even being the Earth you’d been hired to destroy in the first place you idiot,” Stacy muttered darkly to herself, only tolerating sitting at the same table with the Master due to the fact there wasn’t much else to do at the moment. The odd young woman (indeed the whole party) was having tea (and pizza, since a LOT of people here were. . . kind of puckish, for goodness’ sakes) because Setsuna had to take a while to do . . .some kind of magic or whatever to track down traces of the Master’s or the Doctor’s TARDIS through that open tunnel/Hellmouth thing in the floor over yonder!

Principal Snyder looked none too pleased about it as he had been looking into the room from outside, whatever the case….

Rei and the other magic user types had high hopes about whatever residual energy the Master had been exposed to (and doomed by if left unchecked), anyway. That and there had been some kind of chatter about possibly being able to kill two birds with one stone (and probably playing into the reason to WHY the Master is being treated to tea instead of being incarcerated . . .or just out and out executed). Not only will they be able to (hopefully) somehow fix the problem the Master had unleashed upon himself and Betty’s (of the brown hair) Earth but also put their as yet unnamed Quest well ahead of schedule.

What that Quest exactly entailed has yet to be revealed. That and both Betties would like to know just WHY Setsuna—aka “Sailor Moon”—bears a striking resemblance to that mad girl who’d apparently driven that Ritsuko Akagi woman terribly insane and thus turned into that horrific monster….

But this young green (!) haired woman cannot be that shifting/changing girl they’d seen earlier in that strange, decrepit apartment. She was too sane and . . .wasn’t doing that shifting/changing deal even IF her outfit looked like at least ONE of those “cheerleader” outfits the shifter had worn…

  1. Frankly, both Betties would just LOVE to hear what exactly is going on here with that….

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