After extracting Epsilon from the ship, a hard jerk sent her tumbling from her chair. How had she not noticed the jump had started? She scolded herself for missing such a moment but when she looked out the window, the anger was washed away in a cascade of dancing beams.<br/><br/>Sophia tried to rise but another jerk sent her to the ground with an audible clang. A most unusual sound considering her prosthetic file showed no information regarding bodily prostheses, only that of her eye. Her heart lurched with the sound, but she stood up quickly, acting as if it hadn't occurred. Finally she was able to rise up and look out the window as the ship steadied itself.<br/><br/>The waterfalls of light outside were magnificent to say the very least. They played like friendly ghosts, touching the barrier of the ship before returning to the void, observing the visitors to their realm. Sophia took off her goggles, the first time in nearly 7 months, just so she could get a view unmarred by the lens. Emotion welled up within her, unfocused and overpowering. If she had been a more emotional person she may have shed a tear, but the most that could be seen was the quiver of her lip. Her prosthetic eye whirred in circles taking pictures, zooming in to mimic a photographer next to the dancing specters before returning to her vantage point. She reluctantly put her goggles back on, hiding her prosthetic once more. The lights touched upon the barrier once more, as if wanting her to remove the goggles again.<br/><br/>HEr trance was broken when Alicia asked her a question, “Hey, a banquet for all of us? Want to go? I haven’t eaten yet really other than a sandwich for breakfast.” Sophia was still groggy from the experience as she heard Alicia's words. Her stomach rumbled, snapping Sophia back to reality. A banquet? Awesome. She hadn't eaten in forever it seemed. She smiled at the thought of eating and nodded enthusiastically. "<span style="color: Green">Of course. You think they'll have pigs-in-a-blanket? We should get going before the civilians eat all the food!</span>"<br/><br/>Sophia nearly jumped out of her chair. "<span style="color: Green">I'll try to get ahead of the big crowds, I get ready quickly and'll get us a space in the mess hall.", Sophia shouted over her shoulder loudly as she rushed out of the bridge.</span>" She reached into her pocket and retrieved a slip of paper the man in the mess hall had given her earlier detailing where her new room was. Curiously it was rather near the AI Lab, only about section over from where her old room was. Her boots crashed upon the floor loudly under her weight.<br/><br/>Sophia entered the room without a hitch, at least the recognition software was updating promptly. She looked around and was amazed at the size of the room compared to the closet that had been hers before. She explored the living room thoroughly, taking in the plumpness of the couch and testing the softness of the pillows. She threw herself upon the sea of plush and giggled slightly. The couch groaned as she got up. She popped her head into a room to see stuff that wasn't hers;determining it to be Alicia's room, she went to the other bedroom and found her belonging's neatly organized, set up so as to closely mimic the set-up of her own room.<br/><br/>Unlike her old room though, the data port for her pad was on the opposite wall from the table. With a quick scrape of wood against floor, the table and books covered it. Her cabinet was nowhere to be seen though, she looked around and for the first time noticed the door near her bed. She curiously walked over and opened before gaping with surprise at the closet filled with her clothes. She walked in, astounded by the surprise. The closet was nearly double the size of her cabinet so she could walk in rather comfortably. She took off her coat and hung it by a hook before taking off her clothes. She left the shirt and pants in a pile outside the closet, the first of many to come before she gained the will to clean all of it at once.<br/><br/>Only in her undergarments, goggles, and necklace, Sophia picked out a black dress for the occasion. A dress not too skimpy but at least showing some of her skin. She rubbed a hand up her legs, and felt them to be rather smooth. That's good. She touched her arm and was shocked by a feeling of blunt pain. It seemed that the fall had bruised her. She hated that fact. Her skeleton made her more prone to bruises from collisions but at least the risk of breakage was virtually non-existent. She sighed, bruises still did hurt and weren't exactly the best looking things.<br/><br/>She quickly forgot about it as she finished putting together her outfit for the party. She switched undergarments to matching black bra and thong to avoid lines around her rear, and then slipped into her dress. Made of black silk, cutting low enough from her neck to show off the top of her cleavage but not much more, and reaching down to about 3 inches above her knees, the dress was good looking but not too revealing, definitely good for a formal party. She looked down to the limited amount of shoes she had. Qith a quick decision she put on a pair of wedge heels, the wedges made of steel so as to support her weight where normal high heels had buckled and broken. She decided before she left to leave her goggles behind on her desk and to compensate to style her hair so that it covered her left eye, deeming the goggles too informal for a ball.<br/><br/>She rushed out of the room as quickly as she could considering her footwear. Blazing a medium paced trail to the mess hall. She arrived about 15 minutes before the formal ball began so she was just in time to meet with other early birds as well as to see the last of the food being brought out to display before being made available for consumption. Her eyes lit up when she saw an enormous platter piled with hordes of pigs-in-a-blanket. She waited patiently, her stomach roaring in anger, as the masses started pouring like a river into the massive mess hall. After the ball started she swooped for a plate and piled a slightly more than polite amount of pigs-in-a-blanket onto her plate before looking around for Alicia.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>