Scratching an itch [Open]

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Namely the itch for space, for air. Nathan had been going over a check list for things to keep an eye on around the ship, but even politicians like to unwind from time to time. He heard the notice about the podpop, more arrivals to meet with later. In the meantime, his steps had taken him to the Sensoriums. Remembering the deep Nevada skies, he called it up, his surroundings becoming gritty sand, and rocks. Bare hills in the distance, with sparse vegetation.

Then in an instance, he took flight, and a sonic boom sounded in the crisp blue sky.