She was used to dealing with video game systems in real life. This wasn't... completely new. But not like this. How did she even get stuck in this place? It's not like she was playing a virtual-reality-gacha. She was already trapped in a game.
Ember tried to summon up a menu and... nothing. Not even a gacha-game-style menu. She was cut off from her usual methods, it looked like. She glanced down at her ticker and orb card. "All right. Nothing else to do, then... Right."
Her outfit was currently a mismatched set of regular clothes that looked like they were pulled off the rack of a thrift store - a cheap green windbreaker, a yellow tanktop, and aqua-colored shorts. The colors didn't go together very well. Maybe she could 'pull' some better clothes. Maybe even her own - if things were as they seemed, her own outfits were probably somewhere in that giant gachapan machine.
Nothing else to do then. Right.
[ Post-Pull: Clothes Shopping ]
No items. Nothing of hers at all, really. She could remember a botched run of the ghost ship, now - odd that she had forgotten it, but regained it in what didn't seem to actually be her memory. She would never pull a Leeroy. And also wasn't a tank or DPS.
And then an item... fragment. And something else? She felt like she gained a cross-class ability, almost.
Still, no new clothes. This was... lamentable.
Which was why she was heading through Gacha City looking for clothing stores. She had an orb card, she was sure she could trade an orb or two for some better clothes.
Please have clothing stores, Gacha City. Ember couldn't take having to grind out dailies to get a better outfit.
Ember Resuine
She was used to dealing with video game systems in real life. This wasn't... completely new. But not like this. How did she even get stuck in this place? It's not like she was playing a virtual-reality-gacha. She was already trapped in a game.
Ember tried to summon up a menu and... nothing. Not even a gacha-game-style menu. She was cut off from her usual methods, it looked like. She glanced down at her ticker and orb card. "All right. Nothing else to do, then... Right."
Her outfit was currently a mismatched set of regular clothes that looked like they were pulled off the rack of a thrift store - a cheap green windbreaker, a yellow tanktop, and aqua-colored shorts. The colors didn't go together very well. Maybe she could 'pull' some better clothes. Maybe even her own - if things were as they seemed, her own outfits were probably somewhere in that giant gachapan machine.
Nothing else to do then. Right.
[ Post-Pull: Clothes Shopping ]
No items. Nothing of hers at all, really. She could remember a botched run of the ghost ship, now - odd that she had forgotten it, but regained it in what didn't seem to actually be her memory. She would never pull a Leeroy. And also wasn't a tank or DPS.
And then an item... fragment. And something else? She felt like she gained a cross-class ability, almost.
Still, no new clothes. This was... lamentable.
Which was why she was heading through Gacha City looking for clothing stores. She had an orb card, she was sure she could trade an orb or two for some better clothes.
Please have clothing stores, Gacha City. Ember couldn't take having to grind out dailies to get a better outfit.