Seattle: A little off but still familiar
Motoko wasn't sure what to make of the car she'd stolen at first, but it was seriously growing on her. She'd never heard of Saeder-Krupp before, but damn did they know how to make a car. Her Quadra was like a hound always pulling at the leash, begging to let that horse power free. This thing ran like it was on NCART tracks, with a sense of absolute control and inevitability.
Which really helped, because she had no idea where the fuck she was. The -snigger- Cougars had given her simple enough instructions to get to the ramen shop, but at some point it had started raining and she got badly lost. The local landmarks didn't help either. Why the hell did Seattle have a pyramid shaped mega building with a 20 story tall jaguar face on the side of it? What the hell was up with that?
Still, just cruising around in this bitching car was pretty cool. Ah! There it is! The Space Needle! With a solid point of reference Motoko could finally navigate, and she pulled into a kind of grimy ramen shop. The joint seemed to have some sort of Lord of the Rings theme going on, cause the sign out front was in this messed up font her translation app couldn't make heads or tails of. An elf with a stupidly large smile was perpetually slurping neon noodles in the window, so she was pretty sure this was the spot.
Thankfully the menu was also in Japanese and English, but Motoko found it hard to pay much attention to it. Wow, whoever set this joint up went all out! The staff of the joint were all done up like elves, seriously good looking ones! As she took a seat at an empty table, it was hard to take her eyes off them! But the booth across from hers was making it hard! The people sitting there looked just as interesting!
It was hard not to stare at the absolute UNIT of a lady sitting like an adult at the kids table! Holy shit, she had to be at least seven feet tall! She was also wearing what looked like more armor than an AV4, tech goggles, and... tusks and horns? Not the weirdest sculpt she'd ever seen, but they went with her broad face. She managed to look cute, despite the obvious exhaustion that was causing her to just stare into her cup of coffee. A quick Kiroshi scan floored Motoko when it came back fully organic!
"Wo schaust du hin?" The woman sitting across from the giant had a set of ugly cyber arms, and just looking at the morbid way they'd been almost nailed into the pale woman made Motoko's skin crawl. They looked like they'd been taken off someone a foot taller than the goth girl, a scenario that Motoko was already shivering about. At least she only had two eyes, even if she did wear a stupid amount of eye shadow.
"Ah? Sorry. I just never seen someone quite like your friend there. Is she ok? Are you OK?" Motoko pointed to her own shoulder joint, and flicked her metal bicep. "I... Look, it's none of my business but your sockets look more than a little inflamed. I know how much of a bitch it can be getting used to a set of arms so different."
"She has had those arms as long as I've known her." The huge woman said in a thick German accent, her voice about as deep as you'd think but still velvety somehow. She tiredly rubbed at her eyes, and then stared owlishly at her compatriot. "Maschinenmädchen has a point. Your sockets do look a little red."
The pale borg just gave both of them a flat stare, one that didn't help that little tingle of horror the glare kept giving Motoko. Jun had eyes like that when he was at his most psychotic. She was sure her own eyes had looked like that at some point. Motoko fished around in her pocket and pulled out a Max Doc. "Here. Nano meds, the best Trauma Team sells. It... It won't help the dysphoria. But at least it won't itch so bad."
A wickedly sharp hand gingerly reached out to take the inhaler. "Trauma Team? Like Doc Wagon? I am unfamiliar with your America Corps." When she spoke it was in English with an almost British accent, but still German if that made sense. Like she'd learned it watching the BBC in Berlin.
"I guess yeah." Motoko shook the pale lady's hand gently. "Hi. My name is Motoko. I didn't ask for arms like this. And... I'm guessing you didn't either? Because... you look like I used to."
The woman held the inhaler gently between razor sharp fingers, and looked at it closely. "Mine name is, Glory. Pleased to meet you... chummer? Is that how you say in American?"
"Close enough my chooms!" Motoko just knew it! This was going to be the start of something magical!