Bridge - Deck B

Poppy had finished her shower and dried herself off. In the intervening minutes she ran through her cosmetic regime. Flawless skin took work to maintain. She dressed herself in an elegant outfit built around a traditional Saree, with her hair brushed to hang in front of her right shoulder. It was a bit overdressed for a freighter coming and going from the black, but this was a shopping day in town. She gathered her blue courier tube, personal cortex unit and a bag of essentials and headed out from her room.

-Poppy