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There's a small sign on one of the Sensorium doors, which is propped open, and leads to a breezy city in fall, with a bike rack full of unlocked bikes right by the door. The sign reads "Free bikes - come for a ride!"

It's Will's way of trying to make friends without having to risk face-front rejection.

The red-headed girl is riding her own bike around the nearby park, enjoying the cool autumn breeze and the red and orange leaves floating down around her as she does. There are a few people in the city, but most of them are fairly indistinct - hats pulled down low, the same faces, anything Will can do to make it clear they're programs and not people without making them look creepy.

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A little girl enters, inhales the crisp air of early fall, feels leaves surrender their dry architecture under her feet. She takes the smallest of the bikes, a balloon tired, foot braked thing with curved handlebars. It's still a little high for her, small feet dangling just above the ground.

It takes a few tries. It's been a while. Borg has to catch the ground with a drilltacle twice.

But she likes the feeling. She looks around for someone to thank.

Will - the only other really fleshed-out person in the simulation - breezes by, enjoying the wind on her face.

She catches sight of Yuri just as she passes, and hangs a u-turn in the street to ride back to say hello.

"Hi!" She's seen Yuri around, but never really spoken to her. "Do you wanna go for a ride?"

Wobbling a bit as she feathers the brakes to a stop: "S-sure!"

"Have you ever ridden a bike before?" Will brakes next to her. "You should probably wear a helmet, too." She taps her own.

"Ah, yeah." Yuri nods. "But it's been a while. I had rollerblades I needed to wear for school so I didn't get much of a chance for a long time."

"That's cool, that you rollerbladed to school." Will nods. "Would you rather do that? You can probably keep up with a bike, or you can hang on to me and I'll pull you!"

Thirteen-year-olds have . . . liberal ideas about bike safety.

"It was more for an assignment I had to do..." And she leaves it at that. She's getting the hang of the bike. The leaves that crunch under her tires are pleasant, the dappled sunlight and making a new friend. "I'm Yuri Otani."

"Health class? I'm Will. Will Vandom."

Will smiles at Yuri.

"Thanks for joining me. It's nice to have somebody to ride with."

A city--another city. Not like their City. That was confusing; Bandit stuck his head through the door and sniffed experimentally. The scent of the place was...off. It smelled too generic, too...faded. There was a a rack of bicycles, with a sign that he couldn't read at all, of course. He decides to explore anyways, and takes a stroll. It's sunny, and he misses the sunlight. Stacy's light is similar, but not truly the same. It doesn't take a whole lot of exploring before he reaches the park, and his body perks visibly.

A park! Bandit likes parks. Likes walks in parks. Likes playing ball. In parks.

But anywhere's good, really.

He dashes into the Sensoriums, chasing a stray beam of sunshine through the grass. It feels nice; he doesn't notice the computer-generate people, but does discern the fact that they have no scent--it doesn't bother him, not really. It's just wierd.

WILL-BOSS. He ambles up to the girl, effortlessly matching the pace of the bike.

ooc. sorry for the delete, wanted to add a bit.

ooc: no problem, bb. <3

"Bandit!"

Will is SO GLAD to see him!

"Hey boy! Welcome to Heatherfield. My town."

She rides along, crisp autumn leaves crunching under her tires.

ooc. ♥

Yeah, Bandit's been kind of out of the loop what with Civil War. He's only aware that Leon is out of sorts and his Leader being out of sorts makes him antsy. Therefore, exploration~

HERE=HEATHER-FIELD, he repeats, as if to confirm it. HEATHER-FIELD SMALL PLACE. SMALL SMELL. PEOPLE NO SMELL.

"Yeah. I dunno . . ." Will shrugs. "I didn't want to go to the park without seeing people . . . but having Stacy make all these . . . I guess pictures of people was a little weird. So I asked her to keep them simple . . . do you know what I mean?"

SHE barely knows what she means, so it's a long-shot that the dog will. Still, she's glad to see him.

"But the wind is nice, and the trees smell right -"

Yeah, no, sorry Will, you lost Bandit at the second complete sentence you made. But he's happy to listen to you talk, honest!

NICE WIND, he agrees, because it feels good against his fur. TREES SMELL LIKE TREE ONLY. ODD. DIFF-RENT. It's a bit too much for him to explain, but his olfactive universe is so vast that most things, like trees, smell like more than just 'vegetation'; they'll smell like dog urine, insects, rot, birds, sap--the list goes on. So it's a bit off-putting for him to suddenly only be able to smell things...on a human level.

Oh well.

"You think so?"

She smiles as she pedals. "I guess you have a better sense of smell than me. You can ask Stacy to make them smell right, if you want."

It would add to the realism.

Ask Stacy? Bandit has never asked Stacy to do much of anything. He wouldn't ask a boss to do something for him; it's a pretty foreign concept. But if Will says it's alright, he can give it a shot.

?? He pauses, crafts what he wants to ask. STACY MAKE GOOD SMELL. PLEASE.

He can feel the meatship's consciousness go into him and take out the information it needs. Suddenly, the odors blossom under his nose. Success! The smell of sun and old rain and bugs and rot and people, it's all there. Suddenly the world makes more sense, and Bandit wags happily.

STACY DO! SMELL NICE NOW.

"Great!"

The change of smell goes largely unnoticed to Will, with her unaided human nose, but Bandit being happy makes her happy too.

"You know, I think I can smell it too," she says, trying in spite of her nasal insufficiency to pick out some new notes to the smell. "More little smells in the air."

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