No place like the place you've never left [Open]

[mustbemade]

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

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[stillcantswear]

"Well, this is... creepy." Evander says, glancing around the offices. He's not used to seeing them empty, which is mostly why it's a little bit disturbing.

[ooc: sorry, I would have posted to this earlier if my wireless hadn't decided that it hated me and refused to work. :|]

[mustbemade]

"It is?" Adrastos looked around as well, but he didn't see what was unsettling Evander. "Why?"

[[ooc: Not-working internet sucks. :/ You have it back now, though?]]

[stillcantswear]

"I guess I just don't know why you'd want to come back here." Evander said after a brief pause, riffling through one of the stack of papers on a nearby desk. They were either blank or covered in dummy text, but it didn't really matter what they said; the ability to actually touch things, even if it was only a simulation, was far more interesting than the papers themselves.

[ooc: Yep, I do. It was just being finicky.]

[mustbemade]

Truthfully, Adrastos just hadn't been able to think of anywhere else, and he'd been uncertain about creating their old home after what the girl he'd met had said about the Sensoriums not being able to accurately replicate their families. "I wanted to recreate it here. It is different, being able to influence it." He meant touch things or move them, but he still thought of it as influencing his surroundings.

[[ooc: Awesome. :) And why did I think of "Lorem ipsum" when I read "dummy text"?]]