"We've arrived," the pilot said over the intercom. "Welcome to Sun City, El Paso." Many of the passengers on the flight cheered. But not me. Not me, Hatsune Gothic. (Hatsune was my first name, aka my prefix because I'm connected to Miku.) I think I was the only person that wasn't happy about moving here, and then to Vegas.

Want to know why?

After Future Tone, the modules were forced to move. Because of Project Sekai. School's now in California, and many other Cute modules are scattered all around the world. And now I am traveling with Ribbon Girl. She was always optimistic and bubbly. But now her happy eyes are creasing, as if to understand me.

"Ready to go?" she asks, trying to be optimistic. I nod. I just want to go to Vegas to get all this over with. "All right!" she says. She stands up. But as soon as I stand up, I bump my head on the plane ceiling. Ow. "You okay?" she asks. I rub my head. "Yeah." Ribbon Girl stands on tip to get our luggage.

"I've got yours!" she exclaims. Of course, mine. It's black with a cute ribbon on it. I think she'd made it…and School as well. "Thanks!" I happily say. Wait. No! I can't stay happy about this! Must be unhappy! But I don't know. I'll just take it. We walk down the plane hallway, and it is almost entirely empty.

I look outside.

El Paso.

Urk, it's hot.

And there's the Franklin Mountains.

Maybe later, I'll be seeing a different type of mountain.

The suitcase goes chk, chk, chk on the marble floor. It's annoying, but it's what it has to do. Of course. But Ribbon Girl doesn't seem to mind. She's running, her pink jacket almost flying off. "C'mon, c'mon!" she excitedly yells. 22B…22C…22D. Of course. That's our gate, our flight to Las Vegas. To gambling, I guess.

"Let's sit here," she says. I sit with her. Ugh. There's so many people already. I look outside. I see the plane's already here, but they're only just opening the gates. Luckily for us, we both have passports. "Oh, there you two are," the woman says. "Hatsune Gothic and Ribbon Girl, you two must be?"

Ribbon Girl nods excitedly. I only lightly nod. "Good," she says. "Go down this corridor. Don't make a right. That leads to a staff-only zone. Keep going right, and you'll see the entry to the plane. Have a safe flight." Ribbon Girl swiftly runs down the metal corridor, and of course, I try to catch up with her.

When we get to the plane again, I have to duck in order to get in. "Hello there," the man says. I wave hello back. Wait, I can't be too mad-Ribbon Girl just picked the wing seat, the best one. "Now sit," she says. I sit down and buckle up. Ribbon Girl throws my luggage (and hers too) in the compartment above us.

She gets on the seat too and smiles at me. I flash her a smile too.

15 minutes later…

"It's 9 am," Ribbon says. "We should be taking off now." I nod. And of course, the intercom is on. "Good morning, passengers. We will be taking off from El Paso to Las Vegas right now. If you don't have your seatbelt on, buckle up your seatbelts and follow the safety video on the back of the other seat you've got."

I'm a bit confused, but I look, and there's a screen. A video begins to play, explaining all of the things you need. At that moment, the plane begins to move slowly. Ribbon begins to rub both her hands together in happiness. I'm honestly excited too (but I try to hide it) so I join her in the hand rubbing.

When the video is over, a selection of movies you get to watch pop up. 3 minutes later or so, the plane gets faster. It's going forward, signaling it to go in the air. "Oh boy, here it comes!" Ribbon yells. I don't try to tell her to be quiet. She can be happy. But the plane's just going faster

And faster

And faster.

And before I know it, we're in the air.

"Hoooo!" Ribbon whispers, out of breath. The clouds in El Paso look very pretty-maybe I have treated it too harshly. "We will be serving drinks and snacks momentarily," the intercom says. I am craving some apple juice, so I'll get that. Meanwhile, I look through movies. Turning Red? I like it, but not right now.

Sing 2? Ech…no. Sorry. Encanto? No…not right now. "I can't choooooose," I say, annoyed. Ribbon looks over, and says, "That's okay! You can take a nap!" To be honest, my eyes are getting tired. Maybe I should take an eensy-weensy one. "Yeah," I guess. "Let's just…ah…so flippin' tired…"

"Wake up!"

I wake up to Ribbon's yells. Of course, I look out the window, and what do I see? The High Roller, the Excalibur, the Luxor, Mandalay Bay…of course. I flash a weak smile. Ribbon is rubbing her hands together again. And at that moment, as if nostalgically, the intercom goes off again.

"We're in Las Vegas, folks. Welcome to Sin City." Cheers all around. This time, I'm actually happy. "The weather outside is 75 degrees…and the time is 11:24 am. At this time, can you please stay in your seats until we reach the ground and the airport. Thank you all for flying with us. Captain out." I look outside again. It's like sunny-cloudy weather.

Lower and lower, we reach the runway.

I put my hands over my head.

"Oh, Gothic!" Ribbon says. "You don't have to." I nod. "Yes, I do. Who knows if we're not gonna reach the ground?" Ribbon replies, "Uh, well…let's just do this." I look out again. We're too close to the ground, but not too close for a genuine crash. I alert, "Ribbon, put your hands over your head now!"

"Why?" she asks.

"Because-" I'm interrupted by a bang.

"Ack!" Ribbon yells. Her water spills on the ground. Only a little. "You were right," she says, sweating. "That was rough." The intercom goes off again, "Passengers, that was a bit of a rough landing, so when we get to the gate, you may have to wait a while. Stay calm, and now, captain out." This time, it goes off with a chime.

"Jeepers," Ribbon moans.

17 minutes later

Ribbon's hands are on her back. "Ughhhh, why is it taking so long?!" she asks. "I don't know," I reply. "I just want to get to our new house." Ribbon twists her face, in a way. "Uhh…there is something I want to tell you." I ask, "What is it?" Ribbon continues, "We're not going to stay in a house…we're going to stay in a hotel."

I get up. Well, almost.

"What?"

"We're going to stay in a hotel, kind of like an apartment," Ribbon says. "I'm sorry. I just can't buy a new house." I put my hands on my head. "I see," I say. "Well, maybe…" my words trail off. And again, the intercom is on. "Passengers, you are no longer held in place. You may exit the plane now. Thanks for flying with us."

"Finally!" Ribbon exclaims. She unbuckles, her long teal hair laying still on the navy blue seat. Well, not saying my hair ain't teal too, but she's a more popular Module. Las Vegas would be elated to see her. "Here's your suitcase!" she exclaims, another smile. I take it happily, and again go down the plane aisle.

"Bye, thanks for riding!" a person says. We both smile back, and go down the corridor. Good there's only one trail to the airport. We walk out, and enter the Vegas airport. "Vegas?" Ribbon asks. "Vegas," I reply. She looks around for the tram to the shuttles to the car rental place. "I see it!" she exclaims. "Let's go!"

Ugh, trams. They're always so dirty, especially in airports. I have to take it. We go down some stairs, and then down again. An electronic sign on the brick wall, illuminated by a bright light, reads,

"THE NEXT TRAM IS COMING IN

1 MINUTE"

"Ah, a quick train!" Ribbon says. "Let's just wait." I reply, "Sure." I look at the dark tracks on the floor. There's wrappers scattered among. Why can't the Earth just…throw them away? I look at the sad trash can at the foot of the second flight of stairs. Is it really that hard to do so? Is it? Is it…

"Oh look, our tram!" Ribbon says again. "Let's wait for the doors!" Almost immediately after the tram stops, the white doors open and people flood out. In the mess, my hair and ribbons get a little messy. Hopefully nobody will notice. (Ribbon never minds.) Dragging my suitcase behind me, I enter the tram.

It's bright, so bright it almost hurts my eyes. I sit down on a black seat, and wait for the tram to go again. Later, the tram's doors close. It makes a left, and then goes up like a roller coaster. I don't think trams are even like roller coasters, though. For one, it doesn't have that feel. Two, it just…never mind.

After the trip, the doors open again at a bus. Another transportation thing, of course. Ribbon exits the tram happily, and goes on the bus, me following behind her. We put our luggage on a rack, and we get a trip that feels like hours but is actually minutes. And then, we stop at the car rental place.

They've always been boring, a huge downgrade from the bus and tram trips. We talk with an old woman at one of the stations, and then go up an elevator. Of course, there are loads of cars. Our car-a pastel pink one. And Ribbon didn't even choose it, it was my choice. But she's enjoying it, from what I can tell.

I get in the front seat with her. Her phone then rings. "What could it be?" I ask. "I don't know," she replies. She checks it. "Oh, look!" she cheers excitedly. Of course, it's a phone number… from Caesar's Palace. "Our rooms are ready! Let's go, let's go! But first, we've gotta turn on the radio and see our stations!"

Good. I've always loved radio stations.

Finally, we're at Caesar's. In the parking lot, at least. "Jeez, am I worn out from all that singing to songs," Ribbon says. "Yeah, I kind of got tired," I reply. We take out our suitcases and other luggage once we exit the pink car. I sling one bag around my arm, and then we're entering the palace…for real.

We need to find the front lobby. And when we do, I fall back on a pillar. Not those loose ones, mind you. An affixed-to-the-ground one. "You wait here," Ribbon says. "I'm gonna check us in, m'kay?" I nod tiredly. Ribbon bounces to the empty line, and I just sit there, playing with the little keychain on my suitcase.

Later, Ribbon says, "We can go to our rooms!" After a lot of walking through casinos and other attractions, we get to the elevators. When we pull up to our floor, we walk again. And then, we find our room. "Aghhh," I groan, throwing myself onto the bed I claim. "Oh my goodness!" she yells. "This looks amazing!"

"You can say that again," I say.

"Wanna watch TV?" Ribbon asks.

"Sure," I groan again." I slip off my Mary-Janes, black socks, and hair ribbons, letting my own long hair loose, now laying up on the bed. Ribbon takes off her pink jacket, revealing her white polo, tie, and skirt. I've always looked like I'm from an older era, and Ribbon is the exact opposite. But we get along.

"I don't really wanna leave the hotel," Ribbon says. "How about we just order some food from the hotel itself?" I nod. Hotel food is about the best thing you can get. "Want your usual?" she asks. "Yep," I reply. Iceberg salad? And hotel foods? Heaven on just a single, green, leafy plate, for sure!

Ribbon loves sweets, but not as much as she loves tomatoes. Oh, yep. She orders a burger with extra tomatoes. Ribbon's not eaten a burger in one month, but I ordered one yesterday, when I was spending my last moments in the…Project Diva universe, or whatever it was. I just call it that.

It's night.

I'm tired, but I just can't sleep.

Ribbon's sleeping, so why can't I?

Wait-of course. A glass of water. I hop up from my bed, and run up to the restroom, and close the door, not wanting to wake Ribbon up. She'd hate that. Slowly but surely, I grab a plastic cup. I set the water to cold, feel it run under my hands, and decide that it's perfect. I fill up the cup with water.

A happy medium.

As quickly as I can, I slurp the water silently. It has that taste, you know. Not happy, but it's nice for now, I guess. Oh, why does water always make me want to…you know again, most likely. I get on the toilet, and look at the mirror. My hair is a mess. I'm going to have to comb it by tomorrow.

After I'm done, I throw myself to bed. The next journey awaits!