Magical Sailor Fuku

The arcade slash comic store was bustling with the usual activity: assorted people playing on their favorite machines, talking at an old bar table cluttered with comics, or playing the latest japanese card game at one of the game tables. Everything was as it always had been... Comics lined the walls, and the sounds of quarters sliding into the coin slots of the machines was mixed with the rampant racket of the various working machines. Indeed, it was another normal day in the game shop... Except for the peculiar machine sitting in the corner. "RAMJAP" was the only sign of identification on the monotone grey box, and the thing obviously had no power; the screen was blank, and there was no power cord. The most peculiar thing of all was the fact that the owner hadn't ordered it, and nobody could move it from its spot.

Chulalongkorn "Chu" Yao-Yun frowned as he scratched his bare back, eyeing the new machine from in front of his favorite Super Street Fighter 2 Turbo cabinet. He had just finished wiping the floor with some upstart new kid who thought he was God's gift to Street Fighter when he had noticed the grey console - and he was perplexed. What was the thing -for-, anyways?

Nova was waiting for someone in the game store. While he waited he decided to play some games until the weird machine RAMJAP caught his eye.
"Is this a new type of game?" he asked himself rubbing his chin as he looked over the game machine.

Walking into the game store, Mark had looked around, just browsing, and not in the mood to play anything at the moment, until he spotted the RAMJAP machine. "What in the world?" Seeing someone by the machine, Mark walked up to Nova. "Hey man, do you know what this thing is?" Mark asked, pointing to the RAMJAP machine.

"Must be a new game of some kind, wonder how it works?" Ace said walking into the store.

Jeff walks into the store. Not that he ever goes to the store often, he sees a game machien that's decidedly now. He walks over to the RAMJAP. "What could this be...." He mutters to himself.

"Ugh... this day sucks..." David murmured as he and his roommate approached the local arcade/ comic store. "Not only did I completely screw up while talking to Abby, I even spilled her hot coffee on her." A cloud of depression hung over the boy like Bush's reign as President would forever hang over his head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Oh well, on the bright side, Reid had decided to actually accompany him to the arcade/ comic store. It was where David got his anime and manga, things Reid had little interest in, but once in a while he'd come to check the game selection, being the avid gamer he was.

Speaking of Reid, he had been wearing a stupid 'I have no clue what to say' grin every since the unfortunate encounter with David's crush at the coffee shop down the road. Eventually, he finally came out with something to say. "It's okay! It's okay! You definitely got her to notice you... at least..." David sweatdropped, thinking That isn't exactly a good thing in this case, she'll probably try to avoid me now that she knows I exist... "Either way, we're at the store now, so we might as well enjoy ourselves for the time!" He had a point. "Hmm? Is that a new machine?" Reid continued, making reference.

"I don't really care that much." The dark cloud still hung over the over boy as he trudged off to view the manga stocks for the time being. "You can check it out though."

Doing just that, Reid went to examine it with the crowd of other people. "It definitely doesn't look like a game... does it dispense something?"

Nova turned to a guy next to him. "No idea, I think it's Asian or something..." replies Nova as he sits down on the Machine. "I think it's broken or something..."

Tony walks up to the crowd around the new machine.

"Hey guys, way to hog the new attraction, let me see what it is." I squeeze in to get a look.

"Hah, what a rip, if they think I have quarters to spare for a piece of garbage like that in this economy, they're sorely mistaken. May as well go home and play Starcraft."

Chu's frown grew deeper as he approached the bizarre machine, his tan, shirtless body sifting through the crowds like an expert. "I wonder what it does," he enquired, giving the thing an experimental kick. "Hey, Doc, what is this thing?"

Doc Trotter, the owner and proprietor of the game shop, shrugged from his place behind the desk. "I dunno, Chu, it was there when I got here this morning. I can't move the hunk o' junk, and it doesn't do a darn thing."

His scowl becoming more pronounced, Chu grabbed the edges of the console and attempted to pull it out of place - after all, Doc wasn't exactly the most fit man to grace New York. To his chagrin, the thing didn't so much as shake; it was holding fast. "Blasted hunk of metal," he muttered.

(( Kaizer, I have one thing to say to you: We require more vespene gas. ))

Mark scratches his head, trying to see if there is anything at all on the machine, maneuvering around the others looking at it.

"You know you probably shouldn't kick stuff like that..." Ace said.

Nova tried touching randomly every button he saw before he punched the machine. "Bah, this thing is worthless..." he says as he tries to leave the machine.

(( It's too late for that, All our base are belong to them ))

Tony shakes his head at the people trashing the thing.

"Look guys, this is probably some sort of hidden camera social experiment, and you're all failing. Either that, or someone actually owns that thing and they'll be ticked if you bust it. There are lots of other good games here, why don't one of you let me kick your butt at Rampart?"

Chu merely shrugs. "I'll kick what I want to." Just when he says this, however, the machine begins to emit a thick cloud of smoke. "Doesn't mean it's a good idea," he adds hastily, "But I'll do it if I want to..." Just then, the smoke detectors went off, sending streams of water throughout the building. "Great," the Thai teen mutters, glancing at Doc. "Do you have an emergency shutoff for these things?"

"No, that's the Fire Department's job," Doc replies disdainfully, hastily throwing his jacket over the exposed comics he had been perusing. "Geez, that machine is nothing but trouble..."

The smoke was getting thicker, though for some odd reason, it didn't seem to hinder breathing. In fact, it merely obscured vision, drifting out into the mid-afternoon sky...

"Sprinklers in an arcade, honestly. Everyone, get away from the machines before you get shocked, this smoke is probably toxic, cmon, cmon."

I stay inside, making sure everyone else gets out safely first, and cough out of reflex even though the smoke doesn't bother my lungs.