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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)

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Lafiel yelps as a strong arm snatches her. She instinctively tucks and rolls to avoid impact and surfaces sputtering, her long blue hair plastered to her face and body. The water feels warm, almost body temperature, and it drips off her slight frame.

The pride of an Abriel is not to be impugned in such a way. She thinks, launching off of a rock in a graceful arc. Like a cannonball, she lands on the other girl's shoulders and dunks her head.

"That will teach you!" She thinks, triumphant for the moment, unaware of the further trouble she's gotten into by loading herself onto the other girl's shoulder. Oh gravity, you are a treachorous bitch.

And this would be Kira promptly looking as far in the other direction as possible. He'd never seen anyone swim in the man-made lake back home, but... well, it was a simulation. They should be enjoying themselves. He'd just go back to his little computer terminal and leave them to their fun and privacy.

He wondered what else this place could create.

Luly takes the simple route and lets herself drop back into the water... and pulls Lafiel along with her. The Nazzadi girl can hold her breath pretty well, it starts to turn out.

Not noticing Kira go from underwater, Lafiel has time to be embarrassed again. Her face goes red, both at Luly's lack of inhibitions and her having been captured so easily.

Physiological mechanisms designed to keep her kind alive in case of depressurization kick in and she sits there, glaring at her. Her look says I can go as long as you can.

Meanwhile, Kira is totally not paying attention to half-naked water wrestling games happening down there. He's busy trying to figure out what else he could see if the Sensorium could create - and the idea hits him, and his eyes go wide. It could replicate a piece of advanced technology like the PLANTs, but could it do something smaller? Mobile?

...how the hell would that even work? Creating an environment was one thing, but to create a vehicle that let him move freely was something else altogether.

Yet even so, his hands were already beginning to fly over the keyboard.

The 'half-naked' depends on who you're talking about. Well, sure, in aggregate...

Luly keeps her breath in for admirably long—for somebody who doesn't have air-preserving autonomic functions built in, anyway. Pretty soon, though, she has to loose her grip to break the surface of the water and gulp some air in, chest heaving in a way that might be very distracting to some but doesn't bother her at all.

Pride satisfied, Lafiel bursts through the surface and takes a great gasp. She grins wide. She's not entirely blind to Luly's beauty either and tries her best to look away.

I suppose there was something to Samson's drunken ranting about...that.

Trying to make something else for her eyes to do she finds someone missing from the scene. "Where did he go?"

Yeah, about that - Kira's busy inputting the schematics and specifications of a Mobile Suit into the Sensorium via his miniature computer. In fact, if you were looking at him, he'd almost seem to be in a trance, his eyes out of focus as his fingers blurred across the keys.

Of course, that wouldn't be accurate, but it'd look like it.

Kira hesitated for a moment - simulation or not, to bring a machine for war and destruction into this peaceful, idyllic garden that held memories to him felt ... wrong. Yet his curiosity was getting the better of him.

He pushed the sequence key, and though the garden remained the same, the house blurred into nonexistence. Kira's breath caught in his throat as in its place appeared a large, bipedal form. It was clearly mechanical, though it stood at a good 18 meters above the ground. Its armor was not the gray that Kira had expected, but the full white, blue and red of its Phase Shifted state (http://www.hobbystuff4u.com/images/gds381465_500_03.jpg) - he hadn't specified that it would be off, he realized, merely that it existed.

But it was the Strike Gundam. He'd know it anywhere. How was this even possible...?

Edited 2009-07-12 03:35 (UTC)

"Oi!" Luly shouts in Kira's general direction. "Stop playing with the giant robots and join us! C'mon, the water's fine!" She turns, splashing back into the water, half-swimming out until it's up to her shoulders.

"That was a neat trick," she says to Lafiel, grinning—her teeth shine white and dangerous, almost predatory.

Lafiel stares and has to keep her jaw glued together for a second time. Awe-inspiring humanoid forms seem to be appearing to her tonight.

"An adaption for emergencies...depressurization..." She says, absentmindedly, looking first at the humanoid machine, then to Luly, trying to decide which inspires more awe.

He's probably even more embarrassed than I am... She thinks.

Oh, right, the girls - Kira'd been captivated by his one-time Gundam, how very real it looked.

But then he hears Meluly calling, and he doesn't turn to look down at where they're in the water. "Ah, no thank you, it's fine...! I've never really been one for swimming, I mean." Not technically completely true, but he doesn't want to just be rude. "Please just enjoy yourselves."

Luly glides forward through the water, kicking lightly, and then climbs up onto the shore, skin and hair dripping and the water making her tattoos shine more obviously in the starlight. "C'mon, you'd enjodaaamn that thing's big," she says, smoothly interrupting herself. "What's with the wing-things?"

She pads over to the toward the Gundam, still quite unclothed—and either fascinated or quite confused (or both) by the huge machine.

A little less graceful, Lafiel follows. Her once free flowing locks are plastered to her face, shoulders and back (Strange... she thinks The water's not real). Her plantsuit cleans itself with little clickings, also behaving as if they'd exited real water.

"Is that a war vehicle? What role does play?" She's never seen a tank, nevermind a walking one, but she's aware of what a weapon is supposed to look like, and this resembles nothing in Abh or United Mankind ordinance.

It's...anthropomorphic. And huge. Can't possibly be controlled manually...with a froce?

"Yes, it's a war machine," Kira nodded in response to Lafiel, still not looking back at the could-be-naked girls. "It has... multiple uses thanks to the different Striker Packs it can be equipped with for different functionality."

"The Aile Striker - the wings - give it enhanced maneuverability for combat situations." He frowns. Hadn't he left this sort of thing behind? He'd done his best, but...

...no, he'd always known there might be a time in the future like this one.

Luly circles around., looking at the Gundam—and possibly edging into Kira's line of sight mostly-unintentionally. "The skirt, that's a funny setup, but I guess I see the point if the joints are weak... what about mines though, can't help very much from underneath... and what's with the 'hey-look-at-me-I'm-a-bright-and-obvious-target' paint job?" She pauses, momentarily lost in thought. By her tone of voice, she's familiar with this kind of thing, even if the particular brand of thing isn't quite the same as Kira's.

Lafiel flashes a look at Kira of shared embarrassment. We have a cultural nudity taboo.

"A flight model? Mister Yamato, I have a question: What kind of control inputs can it accept?" A little idea's forming in her brain. Unconsciously she fingers the diamond shaped 'earrings' she's wearing.

Kira pointedly looks away in the opposite direction as soon as a flash of black and silver enters his peripheral vision. "The skirt also has more thrusters, and some extra weaponry." It felt awkward to be explaining the Strike to these relative strangers. "Mines aren't much of a problem since it fights mostly in air or in space, and... the color comes from the Phase Shift armor, which makes it harder to damage."

He looked more in Lafiel's direction, though still not looking near Meluly. "Control inputs? Um... well, it has a standard Mobile Suit cockpit, I guess. There are pedals, and control handles, and..." he trails off, not sure how to explain it.

Luly rolls her eyes as her hands go up to wring a little water from her hair. She's busy enough with the 'silly humans' train of thought that it takes her a few moments to process what Kira's just said.

Then the 'in space' hits her, and her face runs through a full set of expressions ranging from 'that's ridiculous' to 'so what's the real story' to 'that's ridiculous' to 'mecha in space?!?' to 'that's ridiculous' to 'so what's the real story'. Since he's not looking, though, Kira misses this display.

Lafiel blinks. Did...did her face just do a somersault? She seemed to have gone through a series of revelations.

She looks back up at the Gundam. "Is there a data input that can be connected to the control system?"

Yep. Kira missed that, all right. "Um... I don't think I know what that is, so... I'm afraid there probably isn't."

Sorry, Lafiel. If you wanted to learn you'd have to do it the old-fashioned way.

"Why do you even need a humaniform machine in space?" Luly finally manages to sputter out.

"Well there's no reason why it couldn't be. Without large gravity wells, it can be any shape the designer wishes." Lafiel says, hand on hip.

Kira blinked. "Ah... it's called AMBAC - the principle that by using limbs to shift its center of mass, it can achieve near-thrusterless maneuverability in combat." He shrugged. "I don't know why they designed it just like this other than that, though."

Luly tries to work that around in her head for a few minutes—and gives up. "Your universe must work a lot differently than mine," she says with a 'hnph'. "Are you a pilot?"

She's still circling the machine, mostly focused on it. Kira may have some odd work cut out for him to avoid getting any looks.

It's okay, Meluly. He's a Coordinator with abnormal spatial awareness. He'll be just fine for the moment, though it does require a bit of an effort. "...I used to be," Kira acknowledged with a nod.

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