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trans_92009-11-25 11:03 pm
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Route 66 [open]
No matter how spacious the ship seemed, it was easy enough to get the natural anxiety that came with being cooped up. Telling the man to roam about this place was almost equivalent to telling a large dog he was free to roam about an apartment: at first there's no problem, but after awhile it gets way too same old. You had to give him some kind of toy, figuratively speaking.
The subtle scent of leather, the grip on the steering wheel, the familiar hum of the engine; so this place could get the feel down right. Alright, at least the Sensorium was good enough to recreate his Lancia Stratos coupe and the scenery to match. Yes, nothing got rid of that claustrophobic feeling quite like a sports car on an empty street. An empty street in this good old city, now that was a stretch.
The subtle scent of leather, the grip on the steering wheel, the familiar hum of the engine; so this place could get the feel down right. Alright, at least the Sensorium was good enough to recreate his Lancia Stratos coupe and the scenery to match. Yes, nothing got rid of that claustrophobic feeling quite like a sports car on an empty street. An empty street in this good old city, now that was a stretch.
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As lazy as a cat over the Cybercomm, Motoko's leaning against a low brick wall near the 'starting line' at the entrance to Batou's little fantasy. It's a backhanded compliment, rife with sarcasm, but since when has she ever said anything straightforwardly kind to anyone? Hell, maybe she'll jack this ride as well, for old time's sake.
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// I'm allowed to have something nice, aren't I? //
Batou's tone more teasing than anything else, he joined Motoko over by the wall. Only a matter of time before she took the keys anyway.
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And not an expression on her face, though the tone of it is light through signal and data. She doesn't bother scrubbing out the static hum of emotion from the link, but it's light enough to pass for mistakable. There's no erasing the memory of panic and darkness, bleeding away to death while linked to the puppetmaster's amoebic presence. She'd called out for him then, hadn't she?
The Major pushed off the wall to run her hands over a bumper and get in. In the Sensorium you didn't need a key to start a car.
// But it's all just an illusion. //
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Predictable. He could just as well asked for another car to be sent in, but when it came to his car, Batou might as well have been a bratty kid saying 'But I want that one.' Shrugging a bit to himself, Batou got in the passenger side, to keep a tab on the reckless driving of course.
// I'll give this place some credit: they can make it seem real enough. //
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To keep a tab on reckless driving? He was as bad as she was. Motoko took a sharp turn without ever slowing down, her control perfect with the speed of cyborg reflexes and digital perception.
It was fun.
// Even for us. It really makes me wonder if this isn't all just some elaborate hack //
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