Dec 09, 2009 01:11
Selene was in the Sensorium for one reason and one reason only. She needed the space. She didn't ask Stacy to make anything except an empty white room. A big one. While she had been hopping dream to dream, she hadn't been really PRACTICING. And she needed practice.
She needed to improve. She could usually keep her body somewhere safe in the City while she did the hero thing, but now, this wasn't the case. She had to be better prepared. Thus, training.
First off, she was hoping to get someone with psychic abilities to help her with mental shielding. Next, she'd get someone to reach her to actually fight. More than just the occasional bar brawl she's done.
Before that, however, she needed a good refresher course. Her hopping was fine. Putting people to sleep was harder to do without a volunteer, but illusions? Well, they were naturally easier in a dream. Things just warped with them and maintained themselves. In reality, she had to picture EVERYTHING and keep it maintained.
So this was a mental exercise. How much could she make and maintain and keep it together. So, she began her work. "Let's try...a storm," she muttered and soon she had altered the room, a grassy field forming around her and the sky above her turning gray. Wind seemed to blow everything around her. Of course, everything on her was still, but it was just to up the difficulty level for her. Details were important, after all.
!location: sensoriums,
selene jones