<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QWO5XlO.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sashiko Mirume<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Shadow<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Image<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 April 2050, 8PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Catty-Wampus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Getting dressed was hard. Picking from all of her new outfits and articles, all new combinations and looks and feels... It was hard. Heading out for the evening with her friends, to go meet the other Dragonslayers that had been ejected from their home, and found each other in this new one. A black hoodie, with holes for her ears cut out. She was told this might help her go unnoticed, just a little bit longer. Something about anime fans or kemononomimi-whatevers, most of it went over Sashiko's head when it was told to her. But, cutting holes in a hoodie was easily understood enough. Then, shorts and thigh-high stockings. They were a favorite in her home world, and they seemed to be popular in this world as well. She had only just learned of this powerful tool, a sort of magical world, tapped in to by their magical glowing devices, this internet. She had started doing a little research on it, but she hadn't gone too far. Besides, it was hard to use.<br/><br/>So, she went with Poppy and Brett, to meet with the others. Sashiko didn't like how busy the restaurant was. It was packed, far more so than the one she had been at just last night... But, if these food establishments were anything alike, Sashiko at least knew that some patience and suffering would be rewarded with a good meal. And, especially spotting the barrel chest of one particular man behind the grill. She couldn't see the face, but she could recognize the man nonetheless. He seemed busy, so she'd greet him later. She followed along with the waiter's direction, heading to the reserved table with Brett. This was more like what she was used to. A spot already chosen for her in a grand feast hall... But, she didn't know any of the other patrons, save for Dekado, who seemed to be vying for Pharon's attention. Him, and the rest of the gawking mortals around the restaurants front counter. "I wonder when the others will get here... Hm. See, that is what I worried about. Pharon's mere existence draws attention, as does mine. It would seem however, that he is not trying to hide it. Or, perhaps he can pass off as being human, unlike me," Sashiko said, keeping it to the table she was sat at. The raucous sounds from the other parts of the restaurant ensured that she would only be understood by those near her.