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trans_92009-08-22 10:37 pm
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Making Waves (open)
Tobias thought he might have hit on something that might lift his sprits for a bit. He, unlike some ship-lings, doesn't have time to be bored, because he's too busy being depressed, conflicted and confused with the situation with his parents. Sometimes all the thinking gives him a headache. And a hawk can't exactly take an aspirin for it.
He's in shallow water, fighting the urge to scramble away as he begins his morph. He had thought of joining the Power Ranger in the swimming pool before, but it simply wasn't big enough for this creature to be comfortable in. His legs shrink and his tail grows out, becoming flat and broad. His wings shrink and shape into still-feathered fins. His body grows and becomes streamlined and narrow. His beak softens, pushes outword and grows longer. Finally, his feathers flatten against his skin as they transform into a sheet of rubbery gray, plumping up as a layer of blubber ripples to life beneath them.
He's never been exactly fond of swimming, and the hawk hates being a waterlogged mess. But it's all different in this body. He remembers helping to toss Jake into the water afte the Visser's trial, trying to lift his spirits. The result was marginal for Jake, but it does help him a bit.
He powers through the water, flying, as always, just not through the air. He hurls himself skyward, then plunges downward into a blue abyss. He chases simulated fish and plays with simulated dolphins. He twists and turns and spyhops. He likes the feeling of the dolphin's natural joy and playfulness. He has other water morphs he could have chosen-orca, sperm whale, Leeran-but this is one he enjoys quite a lot.
Of course there is one question in his mind: How in the heck does the Sensorium simulate so much water without it getting out of control?
He's in shallow water, fighting the urge to scramble away as he begins his morph. He had thought of joining the Power Ranger in the swimming pool before, but it simply wasn't big enough for this creature to be comfortable in. His legs shrink and his tail grows out, becoming flat and broad. His wings shrink and shape into still-feathered fins. His body grows and becomes streamlined and narrow. His beak softens, pushes outword and grows longer. Finally, his feathers flatten against his skin as they transform into a sheet of rubbery gray, plumping up as a layer of blubber ripples to life beneath them.
He's never been exactly fond of swimming, and the hawk hates being a waterlogged mess. But it's all different in this body. He remembers helping to toss Jake into the water afte the Visser's trial, trying to lift his spirits. The result was marginal for Jake, but it does help him a bit.
He powers through the water, flying, as always, just not through the air. He hurls himself skyward, then plunges downward into a blue abyss. He chases simulated fish and plays with simulated dolphins. He twists and turns and spyhops. He likes the feeling of the dolphin's natural joy and playfulness. He has other water morphs he could have chosen-orca, sperm whale, Leeran-but this is one he enjoys quite a lot.
Of course there is one question in his mind: How in the heck does the Sensorium simulate so much water without it getting out of control?
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< Uhoh...did you want to use this thing? > he asked. < I just...this form is good for fighting depression, to a point. I needed a boost. >
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She had to wonder where the dolphin had come from, though - if it was a simulation, or one of the actual crew members. If it was a crew member, maybe she could go swimming with it. If not - perhaps it would be best to simply watch, and appreciate the dolphin's palpable joy.
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Then again, dolphins were supposed to be really smart, and although Will could talk to machines, animals were sympathetic to her feelings, but she hadn't really tried THAT hard to talk to them before. She hadn't needed to. She understood them anyway.
Figuring now would be as good a time as any to give it a try, Will concentrated on the dolphin.
Then again, dolphins were supposed to be really smart, and although Will could talk to machines, animals were sympathetic to her feelings, but she hadn't really tried THAT hard to talk to them before. She hadn't needed to. She understood them anyway.
Figuring now would be as good a time as any to give it a try, Will concentrated on the dolphin.
<Um, hi iwonderifthatworkedihopeitdi->
The last part was whispered before her thought-speak trailed off, as though she'd been trying too hard to project and had gotten some of her private thoughts mixed in with the actual speech.
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She kept cutting the feed off after a little bit too much time, as though she wasn't really used to talking this way.
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Her thought-speak is still interspersed with little, softer background words, semi-indistinguishable but clearly her own.
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