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Judging Evil by Moonlight!
Who| All the people that volunteered for this part of the plot
What| Pretty Legionnaire Sailor . . . America? The Legion's Moonlight Fight!
Where| The Azabu-Juuban neighborhood in Tokyo, Japan.
When| Through the Looking Glass
Warnings/Notes| TERRIBLE TEST SCORES whether you DESERVE THEM OR NOT!
This version of Tokyo appears to be a city overrun by fads. Every storefront has advertisements for All New love charms, The Latest beauty products, The New Craze that's Sweeping the Scene.
Plunked down in the middle of all this, a small Legion crew find themselves in school uniforms, each holding a test on which they've all done one degree or another of Bad.
What| Pretty Legionnaire Sailor . . . America? The Legion's Moonlight Fight!
Where| The Azabu-Juuban neighborhood in Tokyo, Japan.
When| Through the Looking Glass
Warnings/Notes| TERRIBLE TEST SCORES whether you DESERVE THEM OR NOT!
This version of Tokyo appears to be a city overrun by fads. Every storefront has advertisements for All New love charms, The Latest beauty products, The New Craze that's Sweeping the Scene.
Plunked down in the middle of all this, a small Legion crew find themselves in school uniforms, each holding a test on which they've all done one degree or another of Bad.
no subject
"Tokyo?" She knows she ran into that when she was looking for the rundown on a few thousand years of history she'd skipped past. "That's...what they renamed Edo, isn't it?"
Doesn't look a thing like the Edo of the Tokugawa regime, but she knows that would be too much to hope for.
no subject
Kubo looks around, excited suddenly to be so close to where home used to be. Yes, the locals are speaking that same dialect Miku does, the signs and script are familiar.
But as he's looking around, a black cat with a patch on its forehead like a crescent moon suddenly uses Kubo's head as a launching pad to jump into America's arms, while a white cat with the same mark rubs up against Miku's legs rather more forcefully than most cats do.
"Hey!"
Meanwhile, the salesfolk are only becoming pushier, one going so far as to grab America's arm and tug her towards their store.
"Really, young lady, step inside -"