Misaki
With enough time back on Yamatai, sometimes anything can happen. Little miracles like booking a fashionable yukata rental at the beginning of the season in the center of the galaxy. Yukata had only won out over kimono after a very reasonable internal dialogue with herself that reasoned it would be slightly more tactical to wear the yukata. Well, Misaki, what an enemy, 'they' break through all defenses and ground combat ensues? Exactly. The garment itself was one she picked from a list after some back and forth between more muted colors, and what she wore out to the Hanami Festival which featured the soft, expansive petals of a six-pointed white flower mingling with the force of water and speckles of stars mingling, all with an overall white and violet color that seemed to feed from white at the bottom. Since she had not actually checked what was fashionable, she took their word on it and decided it was worth it given the design matched the occasion in a few ways.
Once she arrived home from the war, there was enough time to finally change the color, style, and length of her hair several times, but it had returned to the last thing she wore when in active duty: sky (Yamatai) blue and clouds, held up into a large bun pinned with an ornament that hid two rather sharp sticks in them. In a purse slung from around one shoulder and resting at her hip were all of her things, it didn't match the occasion, but it was big enough to hold a service pistol and other essentials. The only other thing she thought to bring save credits and a holocam was a sword with a sturdy but presentable saya and she did not wear it on her hip to avoid those questions that always started conversations she felt a data packet or printed pamphlet was needed for.
The chusa had a few reasons she waited in the line, shifting her umbrella from time to time, though it was mostly that she had wanted to surprise her old CO rather than just ping her for drinks or something later once she realized there was a booth set up. When she finally reached Hanako and the crew of the Eucharis, Misaki smiled for the first time since she sprang her little plan and closed her umbrella with a smart snap, "I told them back there the line would be longer if it were a kissing booth. I've missed you all." There was no forgetting the former sprites she had served with either, "I see some more stripes, congratulations." The break in her usual facade was showing all over her face but she had yet to realize it.
Miyako
"Is everyone ready? One-two-staaar!" Click! After making a little star with their hands and fingers pressed together, Miyako hugged back the svelte man in his duty uniform from the side and gave the last of their group to the woman holding the camera, the grinning section chief it turned was another soldier she had met a few years prior after recommissioning from the camps.
"And you promise something will come out?" The camera wielding fan grilled her about the album that was already being edited together.
"I puhrroomise." The other soldier replied, sliding her sunglasses back up over a terribly pleased expression, once they had gone her smile withered a little, such dreadful sunlight to curse her with, and she had completely spaced on getting a decent umbrella! With the hectic schedule she had since returning to Yamatai, there had only been so much time to finalize all the tracks she put together remotely and pull them together, much less how drained she felt from all the performing. A great deal of her performing had been for nothing other than a holo recording suite so they could make videos for release to go with the tracks later. Hanami counted as the pinnacle of a day off, and she even got to see a bunny girl! With ears and everything! In fact, the dark-haired Neko had tried to get closer to see if she had a tail and maybe say hello, but she was headed off when recognized.
With no big hat OR umbrella (woops), Miyako had gone with a popular outfit that day other than her uniform: a white sun dress, meant to keep air flowing and the sun off of most of her. The wide strap of something between a messenger bag and purse went from her left shoulder to her right hip, making it easy for her to both salute, or pay for street fare, which is how she wandered further into the crowds while nibbling takoyaki. The way she walked was sort of a shuffled staccato of her strappy sandals on the ground so she could lean forward in case anything fell that it would fall to the ground and not her clothes but it also looked a bit silly.
