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A New Look [Open]
What is known: when the crew came to XaXing for Shore Leave, Sasami was made a rich girl - two sets of memories spanning a combined total of just over a millennium would do that for someone wanting to sell them to someone who wanted to buy memories. Sasami had spent plenty of that money to help stock up her little restaurant and her house with enough food and other things to last them until another stop, if not longer. But, it did leave her with so much more to indulge on, yet it left her holding the bag - she had no idea, at the time, what to do with it.
What isn't known: that after a few false starts, Sasami had finally figured out what to get from there... and it made her a little more than a bit embarrassed about wanting to be seen in them. One of those things was an interesting collection of clothes. During her wandering, she had passed by a clothing shop and, while she had every intention on picking up either casual clothes or those close to her usual Juraian-style kimonos, there were a few that especially caught her eye.
At the moment, in an abandoned building, she was trying out one of those. The person had said that it was fit for a princess and it certainly fit: the bright white, gold and pink colors, the intricate design pattern on the outer jacket gloves and boots, the flared skirting. It was like it was made for a princess.
Finding a mirror to look at herself, a bit smile formed on her face, giving herself a little spin as if showing someone with her a full look of her in it. Despite all her want and need to help, wearing this gave a sense of just being herself...
What isn't known: that after a few false starts, Sasami had finally figured out what to get from there... and it made her a little more than a bit embarrassed about wanting to be seen in them. One of those things was an interesting collection of clothes. During her wandering, she had passed by a clothing shop and, while she had every intention on picking up either casual clothes or those close to her usual Juraian-style kimonos, there were a few that especially caught her eye.
At the moment, in an abandoned building, she was trying out one of those. The person had said that it was fit for a princess and it certainly fit: the bright white, gold and pink colors, the intricate design pattern on the outer jacket gloves and boots, the flared skirting. It was like it was made for a princess.
Finding a mirror to look at herself, a bit smile formed on her face, giving herself a little spin as if showing someone with her a full look of her in it. Despite all her want and need to help, wearing this gave a sense of just being herself...