Playtime [so open it hurts + bendytimed to after holiday plot]

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"A dog is one of the remaining reasons why some people can be persuaded to go for a walk."

The Sensoriums are being used; this in and of itself is not news to anyone, as the ship has a multitude of active crewmembers now and any of them can be seen in the cavernous VR room at any moment.

No, the oddness doesn't register until you actually walk in to the current user projection. If you're human, that is.

A vast expanse of grass stretches as far as the eye can see. A huge meadow, held in by trees and peppered with flowers like tulips, devil's paintbrush and broom shrub; in the distance, a small pond, bordered by stones and overseen by a twisted old oak. The eye, however, seems not to catch much. The blades of grass are oddly hazy; only when they move, whistling lightly in the wind, do they suddenly become incredibly crisp, each individual strand as striking as the next. The entire field is like this; each time the branches creak the movement is incredibly sharp, and each bee and butterfly alighting on each flowerbud is in clear relief. Rabbits hide in the grass, their quivering bodies pulsing with each heartbeat.

Wonder of wonders, no matter where you go or how you carry yourself--the grass always seems to be at chest level. How odd.

There is no red to be seen, not in the tulips or the paintbrushes; the yellow of the broom flowers in tinged with green. The grass is ludicrously green, the sky and the water both ridiculously blue. No orange in the brown rabbit fur; only a bluish grey. The tree bark is as grey as slate, and the clouds are white and diaphanous.

But the smells. The scents are nothing you could experience from an ordinary human nose. Some people with lighter stomach may find themselves overwhelmed. The cloying scent of flowers, the honey smell of bees, the dusty, bloody scent of the rabbits; every stone, every tree, every strand of grass has its own taste, its own smell.

If you hustle around in this wierd world for a minute, you can find Bandit, dozing lightly in a sunny patch of grass.

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"Good boy, Bandit," Sherry smiled. She patted his side affectionately and plopped down in the bright green grass with a sigh. "It's a very nice field. Very.... Green." Very, very green. Was this how he saw?

"Do you want to play?" she asked. Truthfully, Sherry knew she'd been very hard at work with studying and hadn't been paying nearly as much attention to Bandit that she used to. He probably needed a good round of play.

that is a cute icon

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This was indeed how Bandit percieved the world: nose first, then with his ears, and finally with his eyes, which were actually much less use than a human's. He was happy that she liked his handiwork, though, and let her know by licking her hand. When she mentionned play, he wagged his tail energetically. Bandit was always up for play, even though he was also comprehensive when his humans couldn't give him time.

!!PLAY!! He cried, leaping up and down. They could play chase, or swim, or fetch! The options were endless!

two seconds after this, Leon makes her cry.

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Sherry laughed. It was a shy sound, like she wasn't entirely sure if she was doing it right, but bright and childish. She stood up and patted the dirt off her jeans, looking for a ball, or a stick, or something with which to entertain her puppy.

"Fetch? Do you want to play fetch?" Aha, there was a tennis ball not too far off (probably kindly provided by the sensoriums) that begged for grabbing. Sherry scratched under his chin affectionately and scurried over to get the ball. She waved it at Bandit. "Ready?"

....ffffff Leon, what a faildad

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Sherry clearly needed to laugh more often. The sound made Bandit happy. s he saw her moving around for a projectile, he happily materialized one.

Dogs seen powerfully in the green-yellow spectrum, so that ball? Is practically glowing like a nuke. In movement? It's going to be about twenty times more clear. Small wonder dogs like tennis balls so much.

He dances away from her, leaping up with his tail wagging hard.

!!BALL!! GUD PLAY BALL!

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Sherry tucked her new locket into her shirt for safe keeping, and also so she wouldn't get whacked in the chin with a bit of gold, then stretched her arm. No doubt Kelly would give her the most disapproving look to end all looks if she said she hurt her arm while throwing a ball.

And that, dear sweet Bandit, would be the epitome of stupid. Sherry laughed again and threw the ball as hard as she could across the field. The ball didn't go very far (she was twelve and the closest thing to normal of all her family members), and rolled into the grass some distance off.

puppeh needs more happy icons :/

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Sherry hurting anything was bad news. That said, could just throw the ball already?!

Bandit was practically keening with excitement, sitting ramrod-straight and looking right at her.

She hadn't even finished her pitch that he was already off like a shot, and with the short distance of her throw he completely overshot the distance; stopping a few dozen feet away from the point of landing, he looked around confusedly before turning around, spotting it, and throwing himself upon it with gusto.

He obediently returned it Sherry, looking quite proud. It was the Retriever in him, it's couldn't be silenced.

Re: puppeh needs more happy icons :/

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"Good dog!" Sherry praised him and scritched his ears. She tugged playfully on the ball. "I'll try to throw it further next time, okay?"

But for the moment, Puppeh vs Sherry tug of war. y/y?

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YES. MORE FAR, Bandit agreed, chewing lightly on the ball.

When she pulled, he tugged back, making a little growling noise. His tail wagged, and he play-bowed. He would give it her when she asked for it, but he could tell she wanted to play tug-tug. He was very good at tug-tug! He'd show her.

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Sherry pulled back, and giggled, pulling the ball side-to-side. The tennis ball was gooey with dog drool (eewwww) and it made it a little hard to hang on to as much as she'd like, but Sherry was determined to win.

Even if Bandit was technically winning by grace of having drooled on the ball to begin with and she was still touching it. "Should've gotten a rope instead..." she grunted and held on.