The first thing Toothiana realizes is that she's not in Adstringendum anymore. The second thing she realizes is that she isn't even on a planet anymore either. At least she doesn't think most planets are so platinum. Chrome. Whatever this material is.

All the metal and shine are a stark contrast to the bleak, dreary atmosphere of the post-apocalyptic universe she'd resided in before. Though she's appreciative of the nicer conditions, she's not a huge fan of how confined the spaces are. The woman is used to being able to stretch her wings and flit about easily, not be stuck walking everywhere for fear of hurting someone else or herself with her large wingspan.

Eventually, she comes across the bar. Ah. She might be able to find someone who can tell her what's going on here and - Oh. It occurs to her, suddenly, that like Adstringendum people might be able to see her. ... But they're not staring like they had there. In fact, her presence seems to go so unnoticed that she wonders if the people around even can see her. It'd be a step back from actually being able to interact and work with others but not anything new, at least.

So, as it is, there's a very distressed ( albeit very colorful ) lady standing at the edge of the entrance of the bar. Anyone want to help a gal out?