After the art supply closet ruined her outfit, Lydia took the school lunch break as an opportunity to change. Heading through the teacher's lounge door, she emerged into the tidy bedroom of Jay Duncan, searching his closet for her clean, well maintained Terran Officer uniform from Jay's most recent convention.
Donning the elfin ears and rubbing the cobalt body paint into her hands and face, she was relieved to be out of the local garments she had used to blend in after an FTL anomaly sent her to this odd earth-like planet stuck in a hideous dark ages. The women in particular seemed to wear absurd clothing recently, and she'd been picking up odd energy readings that seemed to correspond to RedStone crystals that the fleet ships used in their essential circuitry. If she could only find it, she might be able to escape this world for actual civilization.
