http://kirasaves.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] kirasaves.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-07-04 11:14 pm

In Which A Programmer Discovers the Sensorium [Open]

He'd heard about the Sensorium - places where anything could be created - but hadn't really believed their capabilities until he'd been inside it.

Kira first tried to create a simple white room, and was surprised when the ship seemed to respond to his words, forming, indeed, a white room around him. After that, he'd populated it with little objects and mementos, starting small, until he'd recreated his room on the Archangel.

Where to go after this? The possibilities were endless, and so he couldn't really resist trying to see how far he could take it. So, he requested a different style of interface: A computer pad through which he could describe the area he had in mind. Kira's fingers flew over the keyboard, and before long, the white room had become a beautiful, idyllic garden in front of a large manor house, complete with glass-covered gazebo.

Beyond that, though, the rest of the world began to take shape - a balcony overlooking large body of water, in the center of which was a massive pillar that stretched high into the sky... where it disappeared from view. In fact, though the walls did an excellent job at recreating the illusion of a blue sky, the entire place was contained as part of a space colony - or, as known in his world, a PLANT.

It was Lacus' manor garden, where he'd awoken after the destruction of his Strike. He'd only spent a brief amount of time here as he recuperated, but it was still... relaxing. It felt peaceful.

Kira sat on one of the garden benches, looking up at the sky, and feeling the breeze across his face. None of it was real; it was just a simulation that he'd programmed. But how could he ever tell the difference?

(ooc: Open, open, open! Come bug and/or meet Kira :D

Also, this is a truly open log. Feel free to thread hop or interject if only to meet new people 8D)
morphitudinous: (Contemplation)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2009-07-05 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Honestly, Billy Cranston wasn't in the business of crashing everyone's private Sensorium-time uninvited. He'd made his way to the simulated reality rooms to test the viability of organizing chemistry experiments here for his future students in the crew's upcoming educational endeavor.

Distracted as he was by his brain's attempt to visualize a particularly acidic formula, his feet failed to arrive at the intended empty Sensorium and instead deposited him in Kira's garden. For a moment, the site managed to quiet his mind. It was pure, beautiful, and he had a fleeting fantasy about being back at home and sharing this with his friends---only to realize glancing at the back of the bench that he'd intruded on someone else's simulation. Billy debated attempting to quietly slip out, then decided he owed his unknown crewmate an apology. He spoke up from a few paces behind Kira's bench.

"I profusely apologize for the intrusion. It was not my intention to interrupt your simulation, and I shall excuse myself." That said, he inched to the exit guiltily.
morphitudinous: (Serious)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2009-07-05 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
'Computer code' was among the list of trigger words that instantly drove the younger male into a talkative mood, so it wasn't a surprise to Billy that he would abandon his plans for chemical testing and instead take a moment to admire the structure. "Agreed. The scope of the immersion in an artificial environment goes far beyond the processing capabilities of technology in my home era."

"At least, the capabilities of Earth technology unaided by elusive alien sources unknown to the general public," he amends a moment later.
morphitudinous: (Repairs in progress)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2009-07-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
There's a nod from Billy. "Honestly, when I first arrived I wondered whether any of this was real. Logically, the bizarre sensations of emerging from podsleep and being thrust into this environment should have cleared my doubts, but...sometimes I still wonder how I came to co-lead a band of engineers on an organic vessel hurtling through space."

Raking a hand through his hair, he glanced at the other through round glasses. "Is this garden from your home world?"
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[personal profile] morphitudinous 2009-07-06 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"You'd think that we would, but we've found that Stacy handles herself quite efficiently. We've intervened to save the ship in an emergency once before, but we receive Violations for attempting to alter the ship unless circumstances permit. For the most part, our Engineering department has concentrated on developing communications technologies and weaponry---though there is also a core of proficient computer programmers in the event that we need their expertise."

Leaning back, Billy turned his head to the sky, marveling at the expanse of the simulated world. "A space colony? In my time, space exploration efforts haven't yet progressed beyond a few brief landings and studies in orbit---in all likelihood, a colony designed to sustain humans for the long term is years away." But enough about the state of technology in Billy's world. He wanted to know about the other male's. "Did you live on that colony, or a similar one?"
morphitudinous: (Positive)

[personal profile] morphitudinous 2009-07-06 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
A small smile crosses Billy's face, and he pulls out a handheld device with a data screen, glancing at Engineering's to-do list. "Then I believe we have a place for you in our department, if you'd like to join us. My own computer skills are limited by the relatively primitive era I come from, but there are computer programmers who would gladly take you on with their projects."

Billy recognizes the twinge of discomfort from his own mannerisms, so he quickly backpedals. "I see. My own life was more landlocked---but no matter where we all come from, we've been thrust into this struggle for our lives and a trip home," he mutters. But now's not the time for complaints.

"Come to think of it, I should have introduced myself some time ago. I'm Billy Cranston, pleased to meet you." His hand almost hovers between being offered and not being offered. By now he's well aware that the handshake is far from a universal greeting gesture, and he doesn't want to offend.

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[identity profile] hero-sting.livejournal.com 2009-07-05 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
With the new arrivals, Chris had felt a tad weird. He was kind of hoping someone he knew would have been released. But non luck, so far. So he decided to check out the Sensorium, unaware it was being used. Spying a young man around his age sitting in a garden, he was a little surprised.

"Hi, there. I don't mean to interrupt but what are you doing?"

[identity profile] hero-sting.livejournal.com 2009-07-06 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah. Well that explains it. You kind of get overwhelmed with everything here at first. Using the Sensorium for something does help clear some people's minds. I'm Chris. Chris Ramirez."

He offered his hand to shake it.

[identity profile] hero-sting.livejournal.com 2009-07-06 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You too, Kira." He took a moment to take in the garden for a second, breathing in.

"Is this from your home?" Dumb question, but excellent conversation starter.

[identity profile] aworldnevermade.livejournal.com 2009-07-06 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Luly can't help but peek in. There's something—familiar—about the place.

"It's beautiful," she murmurs.

[identity profile] aworldnevermade.livejournal.com 2009-07-06 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe where she comes from, they have some really out-there cosmetics.

"Kind of reminds me of when I was a little girl." She pads just a little further in, expression mostly neutral, but with a little bit of a smile. "Is that a structural spine?" She's looking in the direction of that huge column coming out of the water.

[identity profile] aworldnevermade.livejournal.com 2009-07-06 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I was born in space," Luly says with a little nod. "The Most Glorious Ocean's Spear wasn't as big as this, but it had the reinforcement struts down the whole freespace section..." She gestures vaguely. "Seems silly to waste all this space by making it one-sided, though." She's looking straight up, now.

[identity profile] not-prncss-tldr.livejournal.com 2009-07-06 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Lafiel had spent so much time in the cramped quarters of a spaceship (first Basroil, then here) that she'd forgotten what a joy open spaces and gardens could be. It was one of those small pleasures you learned to lock away for breaks when you're in the military. You genuinely don't desire it until you're on leave...when you suddenly do.

She'd seen Meluly enter the sensorium and followed to say hi to her friend get her thoughts on the security breech.

"It reminds me of the architecture of Lacfacale." Mental sigh. Home.

But when she glanced down she noticed that someone was with her, a grounder boy with messy brown hair that seemed to miraculously stay out of his big watery purple eyes. He had the delicate features that could pass for an Abh with some hair dye (an amusing thought).

[identity profile] aworldnevermade.livejournal.com 2009-07-07 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" Luly says with an epiphaniac expression as her mental map of the layout rearranges itself. "The Spear, it was all a cylindrical configuration..." She gestures vaguely.

Her eyes unfocus a little as Lafiel enters in a way that suggest she's used to dealing with lightly-walking people. She offers a little wave at the entrance, only looking over—and breaking into a smile as she sees Lafiel—after.