REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION

[daisy023]

[There is a girl in a delicate sundress advancing through the snow with her head down, stopping behind every tree big enough to cover her position, to look at the area around her. She shivers, and her hair had collected frost that had stuck on her blond hair, but her eyes continuously scan every tree in the environment with distrust and paranoia, ignoring the environment around her, as if she was being hunted.

Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.

More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.

Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.

She mutters to herself.]


I've seen this before... I left this back there.

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[daisy023]

[Daisy knows she was speaking the truth, but it all seems unreal. She wants to dismiss this all as a dying dream. That was the only explanation she could muster for everything, even with the foreign pain of her newfound wings.

But even if it was, falling into desperation would do little to help her.

She holds her chocolate with both hands, she shrinks almost to the height of Charlotte, and her wings slowly contract. She was a SPARTAN. She had to behave like one. SPARTAN-023 is still visibly disturbed by the revelation, but she knows she has to cope. She quietly asks.]

How long did it take you to get used to this?

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

Well... I think I sort of just ignored what I couldn't get used to at first? I guess I was used to the village and the wings within a month but everything else... I tried not to think about it at first.

[A pause, and then a sip]

By the time I did stop to think about it I was "used" to it anyway.

[daisy023]

[It's the same way she and the rest of the trainees got to adapt to their new lives. In many ways, this is the SPARTAN-II Project all over again... But for a different purpose.]

I see.

[Daisy answers honestly, shivering somewhat, remembering she was still in her sundress in the cold. She notices her chocolate was getting cold. She drinks from it.

If this girl had adapted in this place, so would she.]

Thank you, Charlotte. [She mutters.] For your help. For this.

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

...You're welcome! [Now, standing, she takes initiative because she should at least try to help her out]

Now, do you want me to help you find some winter clothes? Or should I just show you where you can find a map for everything?

[daisy023]

[The tall woman looks at Charlotte. In spite of the magic she lacked in this place, she knew how to reach out to people. Even Spartans.]

...Clothes would be fine.

[Daisy holds herself, not raising her knees to avoid knocking the table over. The Spartan then carefully pushes herself away from the table, and follows the pink-haired buxom girl, driving even Daisy to raise her eyes to look at her in spite of her small stature.

She wondered for a moment that, had she not become a Spartan, if she would have grown to become someone like the princess.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

Okay... like I said, I'm not sure if we can find something in your size because I've never seen a girl as tall as you... [...or a guy, now she thinks of it. Oh well, she shakes her head before ambling towards the door once more. She feels bad the other is still badly dressed for the weather but, oh well. ignore she didn't clean up the table she is a princess she didn't think of it okay

But, before she opens it she turns back and smiles encouragingly like]

But if we can't find anything that fits you in the main store, we can get Shiki to make something for you at All Passions. Okay?

[daisy023]

...I understand. [Hell, all of the suits they had to wear after their augmentations had to be custom tailored. The Chief Petty Officer doubts the store would have for her something more than a pieces of clothing meant for medical conditions. But between that, and remaining with a sundress during winter, she decides to try.

She leaves the cup on the table, and continues, before she hears the other option, which makes her raise her head.]

You have a tailor in here?

[...

Daisy unconsciously looks down at Charlotte's assets.

Then again, she comes to think, there was no way they would've had her measures in standard issue uniforms, even if she was a Princess.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Okay, now for the march towards the main clothing story! But she taps her lips, considering... hum. Oh] Well... there is a seamstress? Shiki's pretty good at what she does, and she likes to make sure people are dressed well... she runs a little store- it's called All Passions, like I said.

[daisy023]

All Passions. [Daisy mutters to herself to remember it.

Upon reaching the store, the taller woman hesitates. She had never been in a civilian environment with these conditions -unarmored, unarmed, and without even military clothing-. She feels overwhelmed. Exposed. A part of her knows she shouldn't feel that way. Yet she does.]

How many are usually inside?

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[...Uh. Well, that's a good question. She considers a moment before deciding to give as close of approximation as she can, resting her hand on the door]

Maybe a dozen at most? Is that okay?

[daisy023]

[A dozen. It wouldn't be as populated... It calms her somewhat, but not completely. She comes to realize though, it would be either entering in that store, or remaining paranoid about everything in this new place. After a pause, she replies.]

It is, ma'am.

[And dares to venture in, along with Charlotte. The colorful environment is alien to her... but there were no threats.

There shouldn't be threats. It was a civilian environment. In spite of it all, Daisy disliked feeling out of her element.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Charlotte could have chided her for going formal again but... decides to think better of it and instead just nod and venture into the store itself. Looking Daisy over once more she then looks to the racks... none of that is going to fit very well, or if it will it'll be snug and exposing little better than this sundress for the weather.

In lieu off, at a cautionary glance, seeing anything she knows will work, she instead looks up at the girl next to her]

Do you see anything?

[daisy023]

[She notices a bit too late that she had just referred to Charlotte as "ma'am", contrary to a standing order the princess had given her. Daisy felt grateful that the princess had let it slide.

As she looks for clothes, she had to admit, the store had variety... but fitting for all other sizes.]

Not much.

[But the skirts made Daisy wonder why would people wear ridiculously little.

She looks above the sections, trying to avoid whatever glances there might be. There seemed to be a section where there could be medical- fitting clothes.]

Do you think there might be in that section?

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

Um, maybe? [She's never really looked too closely there, but let's get on over so we can get with the analyzing. Most of these are pretty loose or otherwise size-generous, so it might work on Daisy for now...

Charlotte can't help but frown at the not very attractiveness of them but oh well]

[daisy023]

[Daisy goes along with the princess for the selection of her clothing. But in spite of the little Daisy knows about fashion and her preference for practicality, she cannot help but agree with Charlotte.]

Which one would you suggest?

[Spartans knew little about fashion. But even a civilian would have trouble finding something decent in this place for her.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, really. Charlotte frowns and then eventually sighs, settling in for the biggest jacket she can find, which she hands off to Daisy]

Why don't you put this on for now? The first thing we need to do is try to find you some tights or pants- your legs must be freezing, right?

[daisy023]

[She lifts the jacket towards herself -- something that could at least cover her torso. Her white wings snugly contract, not making use of the openings designed for them. While her arms would not comfortably use the sleeves, the article serves as a good mantle.

And she notices her legs had remained together for a good time beneath the delicate sundress. She hated loose clothing.]

A pair would be good. [Oddly, she isn't as embarrassed as you would think. She is from a gender-friendly military in which shared showers are a norm.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Okay... longer pants, longer pants... longer... These jeans are- men's but they are the largest pair here. She looks at Daisy, frowns a little that she needs to resort to something like that, but maybe being completely dwarfed by the other girl is perplexing Charlotte a little. Thus, pulling these here-

she hands them off]

Do you think these will fit?

[daisy023]

[The tall woman is not as annoyed as you would think by wearing men's fashion. Still, she raises some of the pairs to see them for herself.

And they are still short. Her ankles would be uncovered. One pair would even expose her shins.

But, they don't make fashion for Spartans out of armor. Not even they would buy it. Some of them would think it's fashionable to go to formal events with their suits of armor.]

These will do for the moment. [She speaks, resigned. She looks at Charlotte for a moment, wondering whenever if to ask her if she was in the same boat as her would have been covered in her order to not treat her like a princess.] This problem is common?

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Well... uh. She blushes a little and sheepishly runs a hand through her hair]

I have trouble finding tops that fit me here. [Because almost no one has boobs as big as she does. There's a few that comes close, yes, but she's really a grade apart from quite a few of them] This shop has clothes just show up, so I check back often, but I think it's mostly for the um, "average" size person.

[daisy023]

So most things here aren't meant for other sizes. Even new deliveries. [She sighs.] I'll go with Miss Shiki someday.

[...Wait. What.]

Clothes "just show up" in here?

[Seriously, what. This place has a grudge against physics?]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

Well, sometimes things I had at home show up here too? But it's a little random. If you see anything you wore at home though, that'd be a real help, right?

[Doop doop... oh. Err]

But yeah... They jus tappear. It might be them shipping in new products via teleporting?

[daisy023]

Teleportation--! [She was going to say it's way too impractical in terms of slipspace physics to be real, but she's starting to give up at this point. Just wait until she hears about the incident at Onyx.] Wouldn't it expend too much resources?

In any case... my wardrobe isn't that big. All I used were uniforms. [And suits of armor.]

[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, if you're sure... [That seems so small, but that's probably big enough for now anyway. She nods]

You should check if they have boots in your size, maybe?

[daisy023]

Do they? [She rises her head. At least that wasn't as hard as clothes.] Do they have combat boots in here?

[Charlotte, seriously, stop her before she becomes a fashion abomination. There has to be a plain white suit for a two-meter tall person. Anything! You're the genius here!]