[There's a statuesque woman with bright blue hair and glowing blue eyes standing in the cargo bay. She'd arrived a while ago, but hadn't actually made any attempt to go looking for people...instead, she'd opened up her sensors and was scanning the ship remotely. A few people, technology she didn't recognize, and nothing else. No gnosis. No Shion. But most worryingly, no UMN.]
[She had never actually been disconnected from the UMN before. If she were human, she might have compared it to suddenly going deaf. Just a complete loss of all of the background noise in her mind.]
[The sound of footsteps drew her attention, and she shifted away from focusing on her sensors, watching the person approach but saying nothing. Hm.]
B - Out on the moon
[In spite of the evidence and rationally knowing it was pointless, Kos-mos had headed out into the wastelands of the moon once they chance had arrived. Her body was impervious to the pollution and filth (though she was not happy with what it seemed to be doing to her hair) and she had thought, perhaps, away from the technology of the ships and the cities, she might find a clear signal back to...well. She wasn't sure. Shion? Second Miltia? What was she even looking for?]
[Still, without really knowing why, she stood on the edge of one of the moon's cliffs, scanning the ruined sky, and probably seemed dangerously close to falling if anyone else passed by.]
C - Shopping
[Now that she had...settled in, she'd decided there were things she needed. She couldn't exactly buy a repair bed, she wasn't even sure that level of technology existed. But she knew what she would need to buy it.]
[Which was why she pushed past someone in line, stepping up to the clerk. She didn't mean to be intimidating, but, well, she couldn't quite help it.]
I need equipment from your store.
[A beat, and then she held out a piece of paper with neat, crisp lines of hand-written text on it. ...In pink pen.]
I have made a list.
[The poor clerk looked dumbfounded and searched the faces of the others nearby for help.]
KOS-MOS | Xenosaga
[There's a statuesque woman with bright blue hair and glowing blue eyes standing in the cargo bay. She'd arrived a while ago, but hadn't actually made any attempt to go looking for people...instead, she'd opened up her sensors and was scanning the ship remotely. A few people, technology she didn't recognize, and nothing else. No gnosis. No Shion. But most worryingly, no UMN.]
[She had never actually been disconnected from the UMN before. If she were human, she might have compared it to suddenly going deaf. Just a complete loss of all of the background noise in her mind.]
[The sound of footsteps drew her attention, and she shifted away from focusing on her sensors, watching the person approach but saying nothing. Hm.]
B - Out on the moon
[In spite of the evidence and rationally knowing it was pointless, Kos-mos had headed out into the wastelands of the moon once they chance had arrived. Her body was impervious to the pollution and filth (though she was not happy with what it seemed to be doing to her hair) and she had thought, perhaps, away from the technology of the ships and the cities, she might find a clear signal back to...well. She wasn't sure. Shion? Second Miltia? What was she even looking for?]
[Still, without really knowing why, she stood on the edge of one of the moon's cliffs, scanning the ruined sky, and probably seemed dangerously close to falling if anyone else passed by.]
C - Shopping
[Now that she had...settled in, she'd decided there were things she needed. She couldn't exactly buy a repair bed, she wasn't even sure that level of technology existed. But she knew what she would need to buy it.]
[Which was why she pushed past someone in line, stepping up to the clerk. She didn't mean to be intimidating, but, well, she couldn't quite help it.]
I need equipment from your store.
[A beat, and then she held out a piece of paper with neat, crisp lines of hand-written text on it. ...In pink pen.]
I have made a list.
[The poor clerk looked dumbfounded and searched the faces of the others nearby for help.]