daisy023 | REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION

[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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[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?

[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.]

[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?

[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?

[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.

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?]

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?

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.]

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?

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!]

Combat boots... [...UH. Well let's see, Jacket, Jeans... so she just needs some sort of top and some boots and it won't be horrible, given the circumstances. But let's see if she can't find anything more together here. She steers off to try to find boots, but she's also subtly looking for something... else.

And after some searching, here it is. Or she assumes this'll work. It's a a simple suit (plus pants) for a tall... person. Probably a man's thing but she's so tall it'll probably work anyway, right? Right? Not black tie or the best for the weather perhaps, but. She points to it]

How about that?

[The jacket she can wear over... well that won't work perfectly, but it'll at least be warmer. ...and boots. After pointing so goes back to the boot search]

[SPARTAN-023 finds the princess' suggestion for wearing, and looks at it for a long while. If Charlotte observes the giant woman, she would notice that a hint of a smile forms as she sees the white suit.]

Perfect.

[And so, she actually picks it off, and wanders off to a booth for a moment to actually try it. After a minute, the taller woman comes out, no longer wearing the sundress, and her wings more confidently moving with the new set of fashion. The rest of her clothes rest on her shoulder.

Again, Charlotte would notice that she was satisfied. This was the nearest thing she had to her uniform, after all.]

[...Pfft Oh~ That's cute! It's very cute, and it makes her beam to see the other looking more relaxed(?), certainly pleased and more confident like.]

Oh, you look great! [Which is why she's proud, by the time Daisy's out again, to hold out a pair of boots. She's not the best at estimate sizes, but they were larger and in women's sizes, so she's hoping it'll work]

Hmm?

[For her part, the Chief Petty Officer surpresses a blush. She liked the uniform, but compliments on appearance weren't that common within the UNSC. Less so for Spartans.

She attempts to put the boots on with a pair of socks, and they actually fit. Now, had it not been for the lack of insignia and colors, her current clothes had the formality she needed. She awkwardly tries to get rid of the folds that form, but she is nonetheless happy.

SPARTAN-023 looks at Charlotte.]

You're good.

[A subtler way of saying "thank you".]

I know...

[But then she giggles. She can't play arrogant all the time]

But thank you. I'm glad we were able to find you something.

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