http://literaryloser.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] literaryloser.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-04-29 11:24 pm

Sensorium [Open]

Fitz, like many others on board this big, icky, moist spaceship from hell, was making good use of the sensoriums.

He had sequestered himself in a huge mock-ballroom lined in mirrors, and was chainsmoking so heavily there was a slight haze.He had a stack of cigarette packs by him, apparently not noticing any sort of short supply like his fellow addicts, and he was tuning a guitar that didn't really exist (And thus didn't need to be tuned, but he was ignoring that.)

He could still feel the plantsuit pulsing around him under his fake old clothing, a horrendus mash of plaid and hawaiian print with a leather jacket thrown on top.

The strange fashion disaster of a young (?) man started to croon around the fag in his mouth. "Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away..."

It's up to you, oh brave observer, if you want to venture near the living sixties mess, or just stare and move on. Fitz couldn't care either way. ...Unless you're a hot bird. Yes, please.


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