For an AI who had never been able to choose where he went before, the Sensoriums were mildly addicting, and Adrastos was finally getting used to being able to touch things, both feeling them and having the things in them react to him.

This time he was actually creating a scene of his own. Of all the places in the world, he had picked one he was familiar with: the FBI offices he and his brothers had been moved to after their father had been arrested. Now he was exploring it fully, and though he knew it wasn't an exact replica--he had never known what most of the papers in the room said, for example--it didn't seem to matter to him.

Too much doom and gloom on the ship? Easily fixed, if you ask this mechanic.

There is a table in the mess hall, carefully set up just inside one of the doors, with a small sign on top reading, "Free Hugs!" Next to the sign, looking as smiley as she possibly can, sits Kaylee, ready to hug anyone and everyone who walks through the door.

Non-huggers beware, even you are in danger of some cheering up today.

Title: Seriously Serious Fluff
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums





Morning had been mostly productive. If you count re-learning how to walk as productive and the afternoon thereof getting the cramps out of his back and legs. Still, it had been decent thus far and he had managed to half-walk, half-stagger five feet before his legs had given out.

Now, however, is another story.

Now, Renne grins a secret, impish grin to himself upon reverting back to his crawl and moving into a Sensorium chamber.

The whoopee cushion trail had been laid. Now, the trail ends in a chamber full of pillows.....



[[ OOC: Yes, it's a trail of whoopee cushions and yes, it ends in a room full of pillows. Very open, for this is a TRANS9 PILLOW FIGHT! Rowr. ]]