Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
Pan-fandom, SciFi, and Screwed-Up
August 12th, 2009 
12:28 am - Unusual Suspect
As private a person as Leon is, it may come as a surprise that he comes from a rather large family. His father is a cop, and most of his uncles and cousins are either police or military. Big Damn Heroism runs in his blood.

The youngest of four kids, he has three older sisters. None of them are zombie-killing badasses like him, but they each know how to handle a gun, and can be absolutely brutal with nightstick. They also enjoyed torturing Leon when he was younger.

Since he was a boy, his wasn't allowed to hit them when they messed with him. Play fighting and wrestling was ok, but punching them in the nose was out of the question. His folks were raising a gentleman, not a redneck, thank you. Anyway, because of that, he ended up devising some rather devious and indirect methods of revenge. In doing so, he also developed a mischievous streak that ran a mile long.

It was a side few even suspected he had, given his rather straight-laced nature, but it was a good non-violent way for him to blow off some steam. Violence was for work, this was pure play.

And today, he decided he'd play a little.

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01:39 am
If there was one thing Eve had paid attention to during her brief time in the ship, was the location of the small hidey spots that might offer some kind of safety along the way. She'd really hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, but the thought was never really far from her mind. Even when she wasn’t being forced to look for the ever elusive ‘cake’ she still felt somehow threatened. She hadn't been able to talk with Claire earlier, and she wasn't going too any time soon. She’d waited for a long time, much longer than she thought she had, but it still made her feel uneasy.

Yet Eve hadn’t really ‘left’ the spot Claire and Leon had placed her in. Partly because she knew she could see it if she poked her head out and partly because that’s what she wanted to tell herself. Luckily, as time wore on during the hour, worrisome thoughts had faded somewhat, and this small white rectangular duct-cum-crevice felt… comfortable. At least for now.

It was in the middle of casting a strange finger puppet shadow on the floor when she felt another’s presence. Human. Scrambling out on hands and knees, envisaging Claire, Leon, perhaps even an old friend she caught sight of one of the new children to the ship. Eve stood curiously, perplexed, chancing only a single step toward her. Suddenly it was a little harder to breathe easily and be comfortable. She blinked at the girl not used to company that was almost as small as her, but relieved in such a person not being a dangerous looking threat.
02:22 am
It was a dark and stormy night. Really, it was. Shawn had gone all out for his Victorian-era mystery. He needed some way of keeping his skills sharp, and where better to do that than in the seat of someone who had apparently mastered the same skills he had been honing for years.

Or he would be if he had someone to play along with. The Watson facsimile was really creeping him out.
The Sensorium was dark around him, its empty, featureless state as the default.

Kira closed his eyes for a moment, a part of his mind telling him to not do this - it had been almost two years since he'd last flown, and why just accept war like that? But no, he shook that off. There were things worth fighting for, and this world was one worth protecting. He would need to keep his skills sharp.

All that was left was a proper test of the program he'd written. "Stacy," Kira said aloud, his voice quiet. "Please run program KI_YA_SIMU.01... Setting: Space, Earth Orbit; Craft: ZGMF-X10A Freedom."

As the words left his mouth, the room around him transformed, becoming a cavernous hangar bay that lay open to the star-speckled black of space and the small blue-white-and-green orb that was the Earth as viewed from one of the Lagrange points. His clothes, too, changed - the teal-and-white flightsuit that he had once worn, and it was remarkable how accurate it was to his memory.

He was standing on a walkway forty or so feet above the floor of the hangar bay, a walkway which led to an open cockpit in the chest of the machine standing sixty feet tall in front of him: His Freedom Gundam.

Kira stood there, looking at the familiar Mobile Suit, and felt... nostalgic, in a way. It had been almost a partner to him, hadn't it? And if what he'd been told was true... it would be his partner here, too.

He tightened the seals on the helmet of his flight suit as he walked forward, climbing into the cockpit and strapping himself in. The door slid shut, and the small chamber was dark for a split second before the viewscreens that surrounded him lit up, providing him with an unobstructed view of the hangar bay. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat as he reached to touch the ignition... and then he pressed it.

"Kira Yamato, Freedom. Heading out!"

(ooc: The door to the sensorium is programmed to open into a viewing chamber. Come bug Kira, talk about giant robots, or use your own!)
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