Empire State of Mind [Open]

[sonotasuperhero]

She's been onboard and awake a couple of days at most, and Ava already misses Manhattan. There's an oppressive, stale quality to the air on Stacy; it feels recycled, and it's just not the same as home. The Manhattan generated from her memories isn't exactly right, either, but it's better than nothing. She soars down Fifth Avenue towards Central Park, dressed in reassuringly non-pulsing Sensorium-generated clothes.

Anybody feel like flying today?