[Seems like someone's settling in to her job this month... more or less, anyway. Enough so that she kind of forgot that she was still wearing her 'uniform' (read: costume) for it when she went to make this post before heading for "home", if she can call her tiny room in Stowaways that (she's slept in smaller--it's still more spacious than a closet.]
[Admittedly, she does look rather pretty. If your idea of pretty includes a mirror-studded belly-baring top, long white skirt and a sheer, sari drape with more shiny pieces along the lines of
this one, then yes, she looks pretty.]
I think I'm getting the hang of this living on the ship. It's a bit unnerving to switch jobs like this every month, but both last month and this month aren't so bad after a--
[She stops mid-sentence, realizing she's wearing this crazy thing still. Turning slightly pink in the face, she shoves the drape up her shoulder--not that that does much, but hey. Rukia doesn't quite smile for the camera, as such, but she does manage to look not mad, at least.]
As I was saying, they're not so bad. At least I get to do some dancing, which is quite fun, for me. So... I suppose you should come down and see the show, if that is the sort of thing you would enjoy. At the Bollywood Nights... Cabaret.
I should really learn to look up what words I don't know mean before I sign up for these strange missions. At least they aren't making me sing muc--
[And the feed cuts off]