Lucca was unsure of whether Cybil's comments regarding "kids" included her or not, but kept towards the middle of the group anyway. It was just as well, as she was a bit occupied with her notebook. On one page, she continued sketching the hasty map she'd started eariler; the opposite was quickly filling with notes, observations, and things to inquire about later. Including the (what she could only assume were) cultural refrences many of the others were sharing, the lot of which were sailing right over her head. This was starting to vex her.

Presented with the Sensorium, however, she edged forward and steeped into the room. Sure enough, it looked, felt and smelled just as she thought it should.

"A waking dream," she observed quietly. It sounded much like what the mages in Enhasa had delved into, but nothing she'd ever experienced herself.