Second Class-Theater, Aisle Near Entrance
This event was not what she would have chosen normally to do to pass her time on such a traditional night of costume and festivities, but she found herself in attendance almost regardless of her own personal wishes. She couldn't explain what had brought her to this place. Perhaps it was a personal wish. Perhaps it was something internal, something urging her forward, something whispering welcomed words of promise, and yet of horror. She felt something shift the moment that she set foot upon the edges of the ship. It was as though the universe tilted on its side, sliding her straight through from what was expected and wanted to an ethereal world of uncertainty and the unknown.
Her feet drifted effortlessly across the surfaces beneath her feet, moving and pushing her forward to the point where she was sliding forward. She made her way onward, past the first class, past the elevator. The second floor. This is where she felt most at home. However, that off, strange feeling filtered through her senses, wafting through reality and warping the visions in front of her. She was a young woman, and her blond hair was tied back nicely into pigtails. She dressed strangely, far too strangely to what she normally would have worn. She appeared a young woman who preferred dark clothing rather than not, choosing to wear a black leather skirt, a black long sleeve shirt, lacy tights, and high-heeled black boots to top off the entire outfit and appearance. She walked, her feet pressing down upon the floor beneath her. And as she walked, she noticed that shift in reality that she'd sense before, that change that made everything appear differently.
She could see them. Numbers. Above the heads of everyone. But what are they? What did they mean? She could see words, too, words that appeared as if they were names. It was...it was overwhelming! What was this? What madness was this? What power...what power would give her this strange ability? And why would she need to see those numbers? She found herself staring far too intently at those she passed, attempting to make sense of the numbers that she saw. What did they mean?