Well.. this was embarrassing for Vanellope. One moment, she was in Sugar Rush, then the next? She's ended up in some.. weird badlands very, very far from where she was! Not many injuries on her, thankfully, nothing serious. So she needed to find someone who knew where she was, and quickly!
(Captain 3 for this, she seems interesting!)
And it didn’t take long for her to actually find someone! She did have human features - light colored skin, orange eyes and the typical human appearance - but the rest of her features definitely called her out as anything BUT human. Instead of hair, she had green tentacles with golden colored tips that were tied up into a ponytail that were long enough to droop down to her knees - which makes one curious just how long they NATURALLY were - something that looked a black... Eye mask on her face and holy carp... The huge mint green colored scar on the right side of her face and went down the right side of her body - thought it was hard to tell how far down considering the clothes she was wearing - along with her right eye being the same color as her scar was certainly eye catching. But other than those eye catching appearances, the woman was wearing what looked like a yellow safety vest with black sleeves, a pair of black shorts with green vertical stripes on the sides of the shorts, a pair of black sneakers with patches of yellow on the back and the bottom front of the sneakers, some sort of black cape that had a large number 3 sewn onto the back of it and some sort of raggedy looking blue captain’s hat with some sort of symbol on the front of it.
Though despite her appearance, thanks to the cap... She had to be somebody important, right? Well that would be found out soon, as the mysterious tentacled woman happened to catch sight of Vanellope. Not even recognizing her as one of the current native species of her planet - which this was Earth 12′000 years into the future - and taking notice of what she looked like, the woman wasted no time in hurrying over to Vanellope to check up on her.
