Terra scratched at her dreadlocks, yawning as she tugged her cotton dress down. She knew she'd have to dress up for tonight since she'd be working the rock showcase, but for now she could wear the pale blue knee length dress. On her feet were silvery flats that she often wore as slippers, being lazy and liking to slip whatever was closest on. Terra figured it would be bad manners to not wear shoes here, even if the cleaning staff was exceptional.
Her dreads needed some work, and Terra had done her homework to make sure that there was someone at the salon on deck that could work with her hair. Of course, there was. Everything was provided here. So Terra made her way to the Arete Deck Salon, humming to herself. As the stylist dyed a few of her dreads purple to match the dress she'd be wearing tonight at the bar, she noticed a younger girl getting highlights put in her hair. Terra asked the stylist to put a little glitter in her hair, that was something that would shine when she was stuck behind the bar. The girl looked nice enough, so when the stylist was done she went over and sat next to her.
"Hi there," Terra responded, glancing down at the magazine next to the girl. Waitasec...she did a double take on the girl, and looked back down at the magazine. Was that her on the cover of the Rolling Stone? All sorts of celebrities on this ship, Terra supposed. She glanced back up at the girl. "Is that you there? Great picture. I'm Terra, by the way. And your name is..." She glanced down at the Rolling Stone, tilting her head to read it upside down, since it was facing the girl.
"Muse? Nice to meet you. Oh hey, aren't you performing for the New Year's show?" Not that Terra was that into partying, but it sounded like a lot of fun.