Yamatai
Kyoto
Candy Festival
Polite. Retiring. Deferential. Mehitabel wasn't by any means a wallflower. At least, she hadn't thought of herself that way until the beach night with the
Eucharis crew. That had really hammered home just how little use she'd really made of her status as a soldier of the Star Army, and how poorly she had treated her comrades by staying away in her own little corner. This year, with more advanced planning, Bel intended to make the best use of her Caelisolan body and the used closet at the Star Army tailor! Her diligent net searches had given her a model, and a little bit of KS had bought a Type 21 bodysuit in intelligence black to rip at the seams a little. The only thing she had had to purchase was the black/yellow patch with its map-view of Yamatai printed in the shape of a skull in the middle, the rocker above it 'Kokkyō no nai heishi', worn instead of a starship patch.
From her apartment came the GP-1B with its
BFA attached and one of those 'cool' translucent magazines showing it was empty. A tactical rig carried her huge
Model 38 revolver and the speedloaders, also empty. Finally, on her left thigh was the short sturdy blade of a
peltast xiphos, ESN issue. It was a make-do, but there was no reason in her mind to go out and buy a katanna she didn't know how to use.
Her evening was already planned out with meticulous detail that the clerk typically applied to handling the
Eucharis command staff's busy schedule. First, there had been a few costume contests. Then the gathering of candy. Now! There was to be a marathon of really schlocky horror flicks at the movie theatre! Even if that had caused an uncomfortable twinge, looking at the empty shelf where Shiho's similarly themed movie collection no longer sat. All the more important for the present, she thought, drawing her drooping wings up in determination!
The best part had yet to come! After a few movies would be a nearly-live broadcast of what was sure to be a glorious mess as always, the Nepleslian Championship Wrestling's annual Candy Festival Chaos pay-per-view. She'd already gotten it ordered. Even if it was a far cry from wrestling she'd grown up with, let alone pankration, there was just something so dumb and compelling about what amounted to a soap opera with sweaty men throwing each other around a room in silly costumes.
The atypically revealing outfit she wore for the night did little of the hiding the duty uniform did of her fit physique. She had none of Tugs' or Bronzi's sheer imposing mass, but, the Elysian was light, well-exercised, and comfortable looking with her bodysuit unzipped low enough to show modest amounts of cleavage. Theater 1 was showing some sort of claymation art house movie she hadn't heard of. That drew her attention, and she entered with a large soft drink and a few smuggled pieces of candy.