Sakura was bored.

She'd faced everyone in the Street Fighter tournament, and had actually done quite well, but, having the normal attention span for her age, had hit upon the phenomenon known as "been there, done that" syndrome. Of course, being the schoolgirl that she was, she could only think of (or, more precisely, want enough to forget about everything else) one thing to do: Hold a slumber party.

The idea of the slumber party is simple. A small group of girls get together (or a large group, depending on how the parents involved felt about these things) and, during the time period when most sane inviduals are, well, slumbering, try to stay awake by talking, watching movies, playing games, and consuming large quantites of edibles. It is very popular among teenagers to do this sort of thing, because it means having a better chance of hearing gossip about boys, who, while embarassing girls, seem to be the only interesting thing they can find in school.

Of course, Sakura needed people to invite to such an event, which would be other girls, usually ones that are at least a good acquaintance. The problem was, except for her best friend, who I wish I knew the name of, she didn't know anyone well enough to invite them - usually, her socializing consisted of knocking heads in via the World Warrior tournament. And, of course, the occasional crossover tourney, such as when they whipped on some pathetic loser named Apocalypse or events such as the Ultimate Video Rumble popped up. Then, an idea that pretty much is where this fanfic starts going bonkers hit her: why not invite some fellow fighting girls? We can brush up on our techniques, watch some workout videos, talk about our favorite hunks in the tournaments (like Ryu...), and have a fun time. So, she decided to call a couple of them and invite them over.

It then hit her that it might be difficult to invite girls over for a slumber party from other...what was that word they used? Oh, yeah, nodes...it might be hard to get people from different nodes over for a party. No matter, this was a fanfic, so all she had to do was beg the author to slip them into the same universe.

She begged nicely, promising a couple of Sho-o-kens. Not if I cooperated, mind you. I thought hard. For one second.

With that problem out of the way, the next obstacle was to figure out who to call.