Stone caught up with the times; she had a communication device. She'd received it after she left from a restaurant that she lucked out on - it was one that didn't kick her out because of her enormous appetite and seemingly bottomless gut. Instead, they pampered her and took advantage of her presence. They changed from a simple, yet decently popular, restaurant into a tourist attraction - behold, the great bottomless midget! - for people interested to see a small woman devour every single food she was given. The communication device was her salary, they said.
It didn't last long, however. The restaurant had a good run as a tourist attraction and unlike most fads, her fame and people's curiosity trickled in and gave huge amounts of profit. Then, without realizing their mistake, all was taken. They had a permit for a restaurant. Not a tourist spot. The authorities kicked them all out, including Stone. She was banned from coming back again until people forgot about her particular eating... skills. They said she could come back; but only after they forgot about her.
Their rules are weird, she thought.
Kicked out and banned, it wasn't all bad. Because of it and her new-found fame that was being deliberately broken down, she stumbled upon a recruitment for something exciting, something not particularly legal - reminiscent of what happened to her recently. Perfect indeed. And it was all because of that communication device she got from her tourist-attraction-eating gig.
Holograms flashed in front of her rust-colored eyes, the twin pairs of stud-earrings pierced on her ears delivered the message that she eagerly waited for. The location was... familiar.
Fetching a map from the device, she proceeded to their meet-up location. The restaurant had been particularly generous and this H.O.B.O. they gave her - while simple and mundane - was able to access public information other than communication. That was what it all it did though, granting her access people anyone living in this era already knew, and talk with others. To her, this was premium stuff.
Cradle floated behind her. It was a levitating cuboid that glowed a faint orange-rust splatters of energy. Her ochre hoodie shadowed her face but a faint glow reddish-orange glow illuminated her thin neck. If demons were real, she'd look like a small rust-orange glowing faced, oversized hooded jacket-wearing young woman type of demon. She was not, but the glow continued until the Cradle's glowing rust faded and the obelisk of a thing set itself on the grassy ground of an ancient ruins filled with metal and the overtaking tenacity of nebula flora. Feathered nebula flew and glided up above. With Stone being perpetually famished, she cast what little reservation she had and floated up.
Fixated by the tasty flying food, she didn't notice music cutting off. Nor did she notice something heavily transcendent of being approach and interacted with a strange woman seemingly talking to herself. She was within only a short distance from all of them, particularly close to the stopped music and by extension, the person who cut it.
Slowly floating, careful not to lose sight and scare off the aerial nebula, the rust tattoos on her lower thighs illuminated, along with those on her torso, the inside of her jacket ever-shining.
