Welcome to Gaia! ::

She'd been organizing the sweets display when a small, golden flash caught her eye. Normally her focus would be entirely on what she planned on doing with the excess brownies and petit fours but (thankfully?) she had already satisfied her sweet tooth cravings earlier in the morning on several freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

The flash was attached to a young, pink haired girl who seemed innocent enough. A fumble against a fellow shopper, an apology exchanged and then...wait. Was that...?

She spotted the orb for only a brief second, her eyebrows furrowing as she watched the girl duck into the store across the way from The Sugar Cube. Hm. While Prissy could appreciate the girl's choice of hair color and outfit, this was a little too suspicious.

Dropping her tongs, she made her way towards the kitchen door, peeling off her gloves in the process. She was relieved to get rid of the stupid plastic things anyways, they made her palms sweat and were definitely not good for her nails. A hip bump against the kitchen door and pink curls bobbed as she ducked her head in the doorway. "Maurice! I'm taking my fifteen!"

She didn't wait to hear the expletives that followed after from the pastry chef, the man already steamed enough at being forced to work with the pinkette without the normal barista, Danny, there to mediate.

Her stride was quick as she crossed the pathway towards the opposite store. Rose colored eyes caught sight of the suspicious girl, who seemed to be moseying between two racks of clothing. Stepping closer, one arm moved out to casually drape across one of the metal rack's bars.

"So...mind telling me what that was all about?"

Her eyes narrowed as she stared back at the other girl, her arm still resting on the bar. Prissy was greatly regretting not powering up before approaching her. Granted, there weren't many opportunities or spaces in the mall that allowed for transforming without drawing a lot of attention, nor would her power signature added along to the Lieutenant's probably do her any good. Especially if there were senshi lurking around.

"Those blouses are ugly, you know."

Finally, she stepped away from the clothing rack and took another step towards the stranger, closing the space between them. "Almost as bad as your attempt to hide what you were doing."

Her mind was racing at light speed, debating what she should do.

It was tempting, the thought of stealing this worried little Lieutenant's energy orbs, fulfill her own quota by making someone else do the work. But there was something adorable about her - maybe her hair color, maybe her outfit, maybe the fact she knew she'd be panicking herself, if she were caught in the act.

Voice lowering, she leaned in with a grin, "It'd be a lot easier if you collected energy in a pair, than by yourself."

Prissy was already sharing in the giddy excitement of the other girl, a cheshire grin spreading from ear to ear. She glanced over and spotted the dressing rooms that the Lieutenant had pointed out, then ducked around the racks of clothing to make a beeline to the nearest empty one.

It only took a moment (okay, a minute tops, sometimes senshi transformation was a bit tricky in confined spaces, she'd learned) and then black heels were the first to exit the room, followed by candy striped leggings and a short black and pink dress. Prissy was nowhere to be found, Sailor Dia now having taken her place. The only catch - wasn't there always a catch - was the weighty length of hair that followed the sailor scout, but the young woman had transformed enough times to get a fairly okay handle on maneuvering around places with gobs of hair trailing behind.

Returning to where the other girl lingered, her hands clasped together and her shoulders rose as the senshi let out a happy noise. "SO. What do you say we do some energy hunting of our own, together? I can distract, you can gather? Or vice versa?"

"A senshi for the right team," She whispered back confidently, nodding her head to no one in particular as she followed the Lieutenant out of the store. Dia could sense the pride swelling within her, tickled pink (no pun intended) over the girl's reaction to seeing her.

Both if them, in the candy senshi's opinion, were lethal cuties and she was certain that if any other agents of the Negaverse or Moon were around, they'd totally be jealous of them. Why wouldn't they be? Beautiful. Pink. Fashionable.

Heels moved from the carpeted section of the store onto the tile of the mall's hallway. There were still gaggles upon gaggles of shoppers roaming both sides of the hallway, some busy with their phones and purchases, others talking among themselves. A pair of loitering teenagers were playing with their phones on a nearby bench and elbowing one another whenever either of them spotted a hot number walking in front of them.

Bingo.

It was her turn to elbow, nudging the girl beside her as she said under her breath, "See them? I think we've found the perfect targets."

With that, she strolled forward, cutting in front of a few irate shoppers in the process. Ignoring their comments and huffy attitudes, she simply smiled as she continued forward, only stopping once she was directly in front of the seated duo. One boy was quick to nudge the other and they both looked up at the girl with an ungodly amount of hair and stared, wide-eyed.

"Hello, sweeties. What are we up to, today?"

The taller of the two had enough sense to utter a "hey" while the other fumbled with his wording. Dia wasted no time in gently shoving one of them aside, creating space for herself to sit between the two boys, who still looked rather flabbergasted at the sudden attention they were receiving.

"I was just talking with my friend over there," One finger moved out and gestured towards the Lieutenant, beckoning her forward, "And we were discussing whether or not you two might already be taken. She was too shy to ask, but I figure what's the harm in just asking, right?"

Leaning back into the bench, one leg rose to cross over the other and give both individuals a generous look at her long legs. While they looked, one gloved hand moved back behind where the boy on her left sat - if they played their cards right, both she and the Lieutenant could come away with a fair share of energy this afternoon.

While the blushing Lieutenant fumbled with her words (Dia thought she was doing a marvelous job at keeping his attention with her coy act), the senshi's fingers gently began to draw out energy from the other mall rat, who was keeping his attention focused on her candy striped leggings as he mumbled some sort of response.

She was getting greedy, honestly, as the energy orb grew larger and larger. Dia continued laughing and making trivial comments - it didn't matter what she told the boy, for she was fairly certain he wouldn't remember a thing in a moment or two. And, as she suspected, he was soon slumping over onto her shoulder within a few minutes of mindless chatter. He looked drunk, passed out to any other shopper. Several passed by and even giggled at him, or cast dismissive looks on the group.

Dia simply smiled, slightly struggling as she moved to take the large energy orb and settle it in her lap after shoving the teenager onto his corner of the bench. His head sank back and he began to snore.

Turning towards her friend, she nodded her head approvingly as she watched the Lieutenant creating her own golden orb.

She had enough sense to look sheepish at being called out for her spur-of-the-moment decision, but the embarrassed look faded as quickly as it had arrived. Instead, she returned to grinning as she rose from the bench, moving in step with the other girl as they made their casual "getaway" from the scene of the crime. Her own orb disappeared into the folds of her fuku, freeing up her hands to allow her to primp her bangs and brush several strands out of her eyesight.

"Sylvite." She tested the name out, finding it pretty. There were several mineral names she wouldn't dare wish upon even the worst of agents but it seemed her pink haired friend had lucked out when it came to the name game. "Dia, Sailor Dia. And I would love a smoothie."

Glancing to her side, she spotted the Sugar Cube from their side of the mall. She knew she should go back to her job, but that just didn't sound like fun...

Her gaze moved forward and noted the bathroom up and to the right of their pathway. Idea: created.

"But I know a way we can get one for free. I should probably get back to my job over there," One hand motioned towards the small cafe in an almost shruggish manner, "And we should probably power down, unless we want to leave ourselves open to some not-so-friendly-senshi interaction."

Two steps forward more and the hand moved to flip her hair back for the umpteenth time, "What do you say I treat us to some cookies and smoothies from there? Free treats are the best treats."

Her lips momentarily pursed at the question - why were they known as sailor scouts? The title had been embraced practically the moment it had been given to her, but she'd never taken the actual time to think about it. Sylvite's reasoning seemed sound - the Order senshi were a beastly sort of space pirates, trying to take over planet after planet... perhaps there was sound reasoning to her guess?

Ducking into the bathroom, the first thing Dia made sure of was that every stall was empty. One hand pushed back each and every door to ensure their privacy, before finally henshining down into normal, ordinary Priscilla.

Pink curls bounced against the white blouse she'd chosen to wear to work that day and one hand automatically flew up to fix her hair (especially after noticing herself in the bathroom mirror!).

"It seems that you've got good taste," She finally commented, agreeing with the girl about both free stuff and sweets. Candy and cookies made life more bearable, especially on days when one had to work - either to get paid or to keep her Negaverse General off of her back.

Pushing the bathroom door open, she glanced back over her shoulder at the other girl. "Wait. Caught again? Have you been caught before?"