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[Lately bedtimes have been regimented since he'd been caught out late at Roxas', so the mirror replica is lying up in his 'room', which is little more than something roughly coffin-motel sized, a large wall unit in Vexen's laboratory.
It's white and plasticy inside, just enough room to sit up without bumping your head, and cushioned along the bottom at least, ventilated with a soft hiss of heavily oxidized air. The sidelights are currently set to the dim glow of 'sleep' position, and several other meters hum dimly. There's a velcro strap around one arm, holding some vitals monitors in place, and a sensor under his pillow for measuring brainwave activity.
But the replica lies away, staring at the small touchscreen on his ceiling, which he's free to fiddle with until 10, when it shuts down automatically. Here, he can check up on all the mirrors that are recording straight to the scientist's network, or even browse some things he's been given for reading, to stimulate some sort of mental progress.]
It's white and plasticy inside, just enough room to sit up without bumping your head, and cushioned along the bottom at least, ventilated with a soft hiss of heavily oxidized air. The sidelights are currently set to the dim glow of 'sleep' position, and several other meters hum dimly. There's a velcro strap around one arm, holding some vitals monitors in place, and a sensor under his pillow for measuring brainwave activity.
But the replica lies away, staring at the small touchscreen on his ceiling, which he's free to fiddle with until 10, when it shuts down automatically. Here, he can check up on all the mirrors that are recording straight to the scientist's network, or even browse some things he's been given for reading, to stimulate some sort of mental progress.]