Cowboy Bebop: Walkin' Ginn Waltz!

[Bean Bandit]

Ginn's sense of reality was abruptly restored, the sense of extreme motion being replaced by non-movement. His first instinct would have been to look around, but his vision appeared to be obstructed...there was something in his way. Specifically, cleavage. A pretty spectacular display, too.  The flesh-colored valley led down into a short yellow vest, pinned closed beneath them which in turn was also using the garment, tight as it was, to support the impressive mammaries.

There was a snipping sound, he judged, coming from near his temple, and something was falling away, though he felt no pain, in fact, it felt as though cloth was being cut away from around his head.

"Faye, are you sure you didn't goof it up? He's got a stunned look on his face." The voice was that of an older man, rough with a slightly goofy edge to it, that sounded almost affected, as though he was trying to sound harmless.

"Maybe you'd like to treat his injuries yourself next time, Jet!" The woman he was speaking to snapped back. Her voice was smooth, almost silky, but her manner of speech made her seem uncultured, and almost as rough as the man.

The older man's voice moved closer. "Okay, okay. Hey, Spike! You ok, buddy?"

[Ginnezumusha]

Ginn decided to stare for a moment, to let the view sink in.

However much explaining happened during that very odd briefing, it didn't prepare Ginn for the view he was currently shown.  But, even for a split second, the ball and chain of his life came back around, and he knew who he was, where he was, and what he was going to do.

First, not to stare, she wouldn't like that.

Secondly, I got to get a move on.  The game is on, and I need to find teammates... preferably Cy and Ra-chan.

Ginn sat up, accidentally planting his face where it shouldn't go.

[Bean Bandit]

Jet choked back a snicker as Faye gasped. "Yeah, I'd say he's okay..."

Faye shot Jet a dirty look, then looked down at the green haired man with his face in her breasts. Her expression was cool, only a slight flush ruined the illusion of calm.

Ever so slowly, she drew back...

-CRACK!-

Faye stalked away, muttering, leaving Spike sitting there with a large red welt on his cheek, shaped vaguely like her hand. Jet glanced at Spike, raising an eyebrow. "You'll probably pay for that later."

[Ginnezumusha]

"As far as I'm concerned, I already payed quite enough."

Ginn ignored the pain and looked around.

"Where are we now?  I don't remember anything before I blacked out..."

[Bean Bandit]

Spike noted that the surrounding three walls of the room were curved metal...and very familar, while the fourth, behind the couch he was on was a large window...easily recognizable as the interior of the Bebop.

Jet gave Spike a long look, taking a short drag from his cigarette. "Geez...Vincent musta hit you harder than we thought, Spike. You need a doctor or something?"

[Ginnezumusha]

Ginn got up and off the couch, and started heading towards the deck.

"Nah, I'll walk it off."

[Bean Bandit]

Jet simply shrugged, and moved to let Spike past, when a excited, high pitched voice sounded from the 'control deck' of the Bebop, the place where Jet steered the old spacegoing fishing boat (Read: He played games of chess with himself, and occaisionally Spike there...there happened to be the navigational controls on that deck, too.)

"Spike! Look Ein, Spike is on the TV!"

[Ginnezumusha]

"Who what when where how?"

Ginn looks around.

[Bean Bandit]

Jet blinked, and looked up to the control deck. He leaned past Spike, caling up the steps.

"Hey, Ed, what's that?"

There was no response, only a strange, excited humming, mixed with mumbled nonsense. "Yes, I see...Spike on TV...Come to mee...Aw...dead end."

[Ginnezumusha]

Ginn scrambles up to the control deck and looks at what Ed is looking at.

[Bean Bandit]

As Spike ascends to the control deck, he notes that the navigational equipment is, at present, sans Ed.

In point of fact, the little redheaded girl was sitting on the floor in the farthest corners away from the  navigational equipment, hunched over the ship's TV/Computer monitor, bobbing in a manner slightly reminiscient of a drug trip.

The main focus of the monitor was on a mass of color, with small figures and screens floating in it. The top left quarter of the screen, however, is occupied with what looks to be a TV commercial. Spike's picture flashes across it, as well as pictures of a number of other people, some of whom Spike recognizes from assorted anime. Ed apparently has the sound turned way down, so she can surf and watch at the same time...

[Ginnezumusha]

Ginn walks over to Ed, so he can pay more attention.

"Hey Ed?  Whats in that upper left corner there?"

[Bean Bandit]

Ed turns around to look at him, her goggles pulled down over her eyes. "It's a commercial! Ed found it on the free-net! Spike is going to be a wrestler?"

She made a few adjustments on the screenm and the tail end of the commecial came up with an extremely cheesy, stylized picture of Spike, superimposed on pictures of Tsuruko Aoyama, Sakura Kinomoto, Minako Aino, among others....with the words "Fight for The Multiverse '72!" Scrolled across the screen.

[Ginnezumusha]

"Hey Ed?  Can you do something for me?  Try looking up information on those other people in this wrestling thing."

[Bean Bandit]

"Yep yep! Ed is already looking!" the girl responded, tapping a few commands. She paused and pouted. "Dead end...four oh four...information not found..."

Jet had come up behind Spike, and was peering at the screen over Spike's shoulder. "You know these people, Spike?"