blinkenlights: pics! it happened!
grape_fruit: are you doing submarine piracy today
unicorn: the scurvy what now

god it's so hot to have my outfits picked out for me

i love being treated like a piece of meat as long as it's by a hot girl

spirulinagalaxy: pearl dress was prettier

I like this one better actually

presumably gonna be way comfier to sit in

plus this is more my personal style, I'm not really the ballgown and purse type

fuck does this thing have pockets?

She checks.

There are pockets in the pants.

SCORE it does

finally I get to be a Strong Independent Woman again

grape_fruit: do you have a lot of things you need to pocket?

it's about the principle of the thing

also it's hard to carry a purse around without smacking things accidentally

Mezzopiano: not... not really?

well maybe not for you but some of us were born fucked up

Mezzopiano: is there not super-proprioception to be had

I mean, I would hope Mo would by default be upgrading me in any way she could, but I could ask

unicorn: do you have a lot of upgrades? do you like wake up every morning able to see a new color

no not at the moment

would be cool as fuck if i did tho

Strong Independent Woman: so possibly she is not upgrading you as fast as she possibly could

I will look into it!

Strong Independent Woman: someone say something witty, it turns out I don't like being a woman:
unicorn: no
grape_fruit: all your own fault, robin

can't wait to read your harrowing memoir about your experience as a detransitioner

basking robin: fuck you all

That seems like as good a time as any to log off. Off she goes to Mo's booth.

There's a goon at it, who has a breakfast bento for Katie, but no Monoceros.

Ooh, what shall be thickening her waist today?

A generous sushi assortment - one of the goons along on this trip must be Monoceros's itamae - with handrolls and nigiri and maki drizzled with sauces and dotted with truffle paste and stuffed with real wasabi. There is also an Indonesian food, a kind of giant pancake thick enough to become a sandwich full of chocolate and sprinkles and butter and sesame seeds and sweetened condensed milk.

Oooh. Katie likey. She immediately snaps a picture to gloat to her friends about later. She's anxious about getting rice and sauce on her sick outfit as she digs in. She's not the biggest fan of the real wasabi but it's not nearly as rancid as the green horseradish stuff. 

The goon glances at her occasionally, maybe to make sure she's eating it all, but does not interrupt her breakfeast.