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trans_92010-10-13 11:48 pm
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Training! [closed]
Alex stood in the sensoriums, once again without his sweatshirt. He checked his omnicomm for the fifth time this minute and rubbed at his arms, unaccustomed to the feeling of air against them. He was wondering if he had gotten the wrong time, or gone to the wrong place, or something else equally as distressing, even though it hadn't even yet hit the agreed upon time.
He inadvertently summoned his house- specifically his room. It was ridiculously bare, with a low coffee table to house his sensorium-laptop, a bed with a broken frame, and a floor lamp that was a little off-kilter, though at least it had a shade. From the other room a base-ball game could be heard, his father occasionally cursing at it in German.
He laid back on his bed with a heavy sigh. Was he really missing this place of all places? Well, he didn't miss his father, but the familiar sounds of the street outside, the hum of his laptop fan, the sound of the TV, the feel of his bed under him as he stared at the familiar ceiling, it was just all so familiar and in it's own way comforting.
He inadvertently summoned his house- specifically his room. It was ridiculously bare, with a low coffee table to house his sensorium-laptop, a bed with a broken frame, and a floor lamp that was a little off-kilter, though at least it had a shade. From the other room a base-ball game could be heard, his father occasionally cursing at it in German.
He laid back on his bed with a heavy sigh. Was he really missing this place of all places? Well, he didn't miss his father, but the familiar sounds of the street outside, the hum of his laptop fan, the sound of the TV, the feel of his bed under him as he stared at the familiar ceiling, it was just all so familiar and in it's own way comforting.