What does a simple two-tailed fox know about Space Fashion? Well, would you believe "enough"?

It's not so out of pocket when you consider the company this particular one keeps. A little bit of listening, a little bit of watching, a (very) little bit of reading, and a lottle bit of fantasizing, and just like that Kat is equipped with a few basic but very important rules for success.

RULE NUMBER ONE! You cannot breathe in space! I mean, probably? Maybe someone somewhere can just chill up there who isn't a robot or a doomsday whatsit, but the world isn't so backwards that nobody understands there's no air up there. And like sure, Princess Qiu almost certainly knows a way to survive a void using sword techniques, and Princess Chen might also know a spell that wraps the caster in a bubble or something, which means that Not-A-Princess Yue might have been secretly working on some ridiculous attempt at kludging those two techniques together that makes sense to her but is in practice more difficult than either of them. But those are exceptions! Quite possibly the [i]only[/i] exceptions, who all happen to know each other. Actually, probably [i]because[/i] they know each other. There's not much of a reason to bother otherwise. Even Hyra would just shrug and suit up. 

However the math breaks down (and math [i]always[/i] breaks down!), the most important fact is that any cutie who wants to go cutie-ing above the atmosphere line needs to do it in a sealed suit complete with Super Cool Helmet. Luckily Actia thought of everything, and the helmets on offer here all or mostly all have designed adorable plating to accommodate a lady's triangles.

RULE NUMBER TWO! If you are going to do fashion with armor, form factor is the most important consideration. That power armor over there with the awesome flared shoulder plates and the rad punching gauntlets may be cool as heck, but the added weight and bulk of everything means there's only really room in the fit to drape a tabard or whatever overtop of it. Not that that isn't a neat look, but it's a look for a [i]knight[/i]. Katherine is not that. She will not take the title from her Servant, or blur the line that Berserker has been using to stay comfortable. That one over there might have a jetpack (!) but what could you possibly accessorize with that? Toss anything over the top and not only will you lose the awesome fit of the suit but you'll look like someone tried to inflate you, making you big and round. So given rule number three, the right kind of space armor for Kat is something tight fitting with well articulated ceramics. And cute boots, of course (of course!).

RULE NUMBER THREE!! You! :Clap: Have :Clap: To! :Clap: Have! :Clap: A! :Clap: Skirt! :Clap: How are you supposed to fight a battle without being pretty?? Huh??? Did you think about that?! How are you supposed to be pretty without a skirt?? It can't be d-- ok well it [i]can[/i]. Obviously it can. But it's also a verifiable fact that the edgier or more warlike the rest of your outfit gets, the cuter you can make the whole thing by adding a girly flare around the legs. And it's just as verifiable of a fact that you need to feel good about yourself to get a good performance out of yourself, especially when you're not-so-secretly exhausted and kind of just running on adrenaline and ice cream cake? And finally not that it matters or is at all surprising, but Katherine Isabella Fluffybiscuits is a girly girl's girly girl, through and through. So again. Rule number three.

That all adds up to a beautiful white armored suit with matching helmet and clear visor, so that her shining eyes keep shining for everyone to see. She puts a kind of retro-future black leather jacket over the top of it with a matching, tight fitting t-shirt that covers up to the top of her thighs and almost doubles as a dress in and of itself. She spends a bit of time fidgeting with all the straps and belts and buckles on the jacket until they're all tightened to her satisfaction, and then she works her skirt on while humming the chorus from her old (rip) ringtone.

In her humble opinion, this skirt is a masterpiece. It's shorter in the front than it is in the back, so it doesn't obstruct her movement too much while trailing out behind her in dark blue and gold trimmed silks that pool like a third, glorious tail behind her feet. Or maybe like feathers. Or like...

It's a simple enough thing. All bold but solid colors in soft and flowing fabrics without any intricate patterns woven into them. The trim is only around the hem and the trail, and is itself just a clean line of gold that makes her feel that little bit fancier about herself. The effect is really in the cut, and the fabric itself. Because when she moves, it flows like [i]water[/i]. Constant rippling, wavering, almost but not quite the impression that a school of fish should be wrapping around her legs like a favorite pet. She should be dripping, reaching for a towel and some sunglasses, and yet. Again, again, again. She turns and grind, and the waterfall crashes down behind her. Up, and splash! Back down, until it settles like a bubbling creek behind her again. 

She ties a belt around her waist with a throng to hold a sword. She of course has no weapon to call her own right now, but Berserker puts her own in its place. She looks at herself in the provided mirror and gasps with unrestrained awe. If there was such a thing as a Space Princess, surely this is what she'd look like. Or want to, if she didn't.

Her body might be made of aches. Her brain might still be one setback away from a meltdown. But her heart? That's as full as it's ever been. There's a warmth inside of her that the cold logic of a machine or the crushing hunger of space can't possibly extinguish. It doesn't occur to her to ask if this is ok. This one time, she's sure, it is. She doesn't worry about how she's going to pay for this. If it comes to debt she'll just do summer jobs until everybody's happy. It's not like she has any wallets of her own to just give back. Sure, she tried stealing one that one time, but she felt so guilty after the heist that she put it right back before its own even knew it was missing. Everything else had all been for Cy's sake. Or for--

Well. Don't tell anyone she said this, but... she's been a really bad girl, hasn't she? The world wouldn't be doomed right now if it wasn't for her. And maybe... maybe there isn't any coming back from this. So maybe... it doesn't matter how this money gets spent. It's one last little bit of foxgirl mischief before the final confrontation, in an arena she doesn't even know the way back from. Do space elevators even go down? She has no idea.

But right now, none of that. Right now is about hugs. It's about saying thank you to every last one of her friends. To all of the special people who were part of her first solo adventure, who were here with her right now in her hour of utmost need. She casts a little smile down at the earth where all the other special people still were, the ones who were with her in her heart but hadn't been able to make it in time.

She'll... she'll see you soon, guys. She promises. Thank you. Thank you all so much.