"Everyone's frozen!" Hikari notes aloud as she makes her way through the downtown city center, rushing along at as hurried a pace her fuzzy bunny footwear will allow.  "The whole city must be counting on me this time, not just Yukiko!"<br/><br/>The girl runs by what--during a normal night--would be a brightly-lit storefront, then reverses (literally, running backward) and hustles back to stand in front of it, eyes ablaze.  The display was something that more properly belonged in Akhibara if anywhere: high-quality, customized resin figures, model-perfect replica weapons and other accessories for cosplay, and of course, a handful of mannequins dressed up in gorgeous hand-made costumes.  And there, in the back behind the more topical items like a pair of goggles and mock-drill for a Gurren-Lagann related costume and the most recent 'Ayanami Rei' white plugsuit, is the most classic staple of proper cosplay: the Sailor Moon fuku.<br/><br/>Hikari stares at the costume for a moment, then looks down at her own pajamas.  The girl shifts nervously from one foot to the other, bouncing slightly, and makes a pitched 'oooooooh!' sound of hurried indecision.  The thing that finally sells her are the boots, which have modest enough heels she might actually be able to run in them--overall, it would save her some time getting to the school!  The decision made, she pushes through the door and quickly drops a roll of yen on the counter, skidding in her tractionless slippers on the smooth marble floor as she turns and breaks for the display.  She dresses in a rush, ready to get back on the road to the high school as quickly as possible; she doesn't even bother with the dressing room, in fact, since everyone seems to be frozen but her, anyway, undressing right in the display window of the storefront.<br/><br/>A magical girl needs proper attire to save the city from demons, after all!