When she had still been on Earth, Luna had only been allowed into Muggle shops on occasion. Consequently, nearly the second she set foot on Zokez II, Luna was off in a flash of quiet oohing and aahing over restaurants with food made without magic, clothing boutiques sporting dresses and cardigans. She had spent a good two hours in a camera store, asking the clerk peculiar questions about why the people and things portrayed in the photographs of Muggles remain stationary a good amount of the time, and generally disconcerting him and all of his customers.

After quite a bit of vague wandering on the second day, she located a dress that reminded her desperately of home, eyes widening fantastically at the sunflower-patterened cotton, and she had donned it moments after waking the next day.

Sundress wrapped around her slim frame, Luna finds herself in a nice little jewelry shop, full of the semi-well-made, rhinestone-sprinkled baubles and earrings she has always admired during her short sojourns into the non-magical part of London.  Presently, her blue eyes are twinkling at a display of butterfly hair clips with wings that move, tweaking the sparkly bits of metal gently whenever they look like they're about to go still, a little basket with a few sets of earrings and a bracelet beside her on the counter.  As far as anyone can tell, she has fallen in love with the things, and it really doesn't look like she'll be moving anytime soon.

Nanashi had gotten used to the sensorium pretty quickly. With a thought she summoned her castle's sitting room. The chairs were all oversized and velvet, filled with wool. A steel wine cooler sat on the table between the chairs, waiting for wine to be summoned into it. Two glasses stood in front of it. Nanashi had never tasted wine, but her glass was already full of blood. The chairs faced a fireplace with a crackling blue flame, over which a painting of Nanashi sitting on her throne with many children of many different ages, some of them appeared to be human while others vampires.

Behind the chairs the wall was covered with a bookshelf filled with books, all books about war strategy and weaponry, though it would be hard for any human to read in the room since the firelight was the only light in the room.  The two other walls were decorated with tapestries and paintings of nearby landscapes.

Nanashi sunk down into one of the chairs, dressed in her usual- a black dress slit up to the waist with a low cut front and a pair of black pants beneath it. On her feet were a pair of  black leather ankle boots, though they had no soles like a modern boot. Instead there were just extra layers of leather on the bottom. As she waited for Mei-Xing to arrive, she sipped at the blood in her cup.

Nanashi had found herself a dark club filled with people who were dressed either in all black with black lipstick, or in bright neon with much of their skin showing.  The club's walls were lined in velvet from about the elbow up, with black  tile on the floor and lower wall. The club was playing more alternative rock songs then the techno usually found in clubs, and rather than dancing to songs, a decent number just jumped.

Nanashi was not one of those people. She watched how some of the others danced, moving their bodies in wave-like motions, and she copied the ones that seemed the most skilled fairly faithfully. She was still riding the high she had essentially stolen from the junkie she had found in the slums of the area. She had told Sam that she would help him find blood to restock the ship after she got her high from one of the local junkies, but if she was going to be high, she was not about to waste it asking for blood from butchers. No, she was going to enjoy this club. And at least she fit in here perfectly, with her cloud white skin, lips still red with the blood from her meal, her black dress with the slit up to the waist and a bathing suit bottom underneath.

The downside of gathering long term supplies for the crew, was that Lex did have to make sure they were all brought on board and stowed away properly. It cut into his vacation time, but it was a small price to pay to get some business done, and make a few connections that he'll be able to call on later. Besides, with 99% of the crew off the ship, for once, it allowed him freedom to do a few things, like have a word with a certain AI that wasn't Stacy.

Sitting at one of the terminals in Neuropathy, Lex navigated his way through part of the AI multiplex, until he came across the one he wanted to speak to.

"Hello, GLaDOS. I need to have a word with you."