After an experimental nap in the bunks (actually do-able, but kind of creepy) and a nourishing meal of something that made school food look appetizing, Paco had trundled off to the Sensorium to see what it could do.

At the moment, it was larger-than-life version of the playground where he and Jaime and Brenda had used to hang out. Also the playground where Jaime got attacked by trees. And not in the funny-story sense, but in the sense of HOLY SHIT THE TREES ARE ATTACKING.

He'd left out the evil trees, but Stacy had managed to duplicate the smell of the place too. He could have sworn that he was back at the park in El Paso, except he could actually fit on the swings.


Thread with Jaime is locked to Paco and Jaime, but the post is otherwise open!

Still in the city.

Considering the sheer size of the megalopolis that Stacy was carrying around, Lyta was hardly surprised that even after hours walking up and down its 'streets,' she still got the feeling that she hadn't even begun to scratch the surface with this place.  If the large blue--and perfectly symmetric--blue tree had taken her breath away, then what she saw when had turned this last corner had left her just as awestruck in its beauty.  A massive gate, cast in gold filigree, with the shapes and forms of what appeared to be angels carved into its surface--each flawless, as if it'd been etched into the giant doorway by a skilled craftsman.  It was beautiful, yet at the same time mind boggling.  The contrast of the 'ugliness' of Stacy's interior with some of the gorgeous structures she carried inside of her left Lyta with more and more questions the longer she explored.  And rarely with any answers.