[To be fucking honest, it isn't all that hard to convince Simon to go along with her to the holodecks, because the lack of network shit's made him bored out of his skull over the past couple weeks. Nothing to read, nothing to mock, and he can only spend so much time down in the Oxygen gardens before Heather threatens to put him to fucking work or something, so that's right out at the moment.
And considering his only other options are like, tearing apart the kitchens in his fruitless search for some goddamn space nutbutter, or wallowing in his room like some loser neckbeard who lost his last online friend (though if any one asks, fuck you he's not missing Kable at times like this), he might as well be social. And Wichita? Total bro.
The holodecks in this place are pretty rad, too and while it's taken him a bit to learn the interface, it's nothing worse than the OS he has for his computer at home, though with a metric shitton more customizability. Because dude, if he can think it he can make it in this place, and this shit beats out anything Castle's ever creamed his pants over making by a fucking mile.
The trick though, is coming up with a setting that'll be entertaining to the both him and Wichita which totally rules out zombies even though that shit had been boss, being in her world for a bit. So as he pokes and prods at the controls, scenes shift and flash over the walls-- dinosaurs wandering in a lush jungle warping into a vaguely alien landscape with a blue moon and strange flying creatures which shed their feathers to become mechanical skeletons diving over a gritty destroyed city, with steam-powered dirigibles in the backdrop.
She can feel free to stop him at any point; just dicking around is almost as much fun as actually experiencing the virtual reality.]
This shit's nothing compared to the system I've got at home, man. I know your place bit it before total user interfaces came out, but this? [He waves his hands at the wall, making it zoom in towards a bright spot of green in the ruined city, a tree that now just looks like it sprouted up behind Wichita's head. Her pillows were covered over by grassy hill as the ruins disappear with another poke at the controls.]
Simple shit. Been doing this since I before I could hack my dad's porn stash. But games, that's where I fucking own, you dig?
locked to simon silverton;; 2nd floor holodeck
And considering his only other options are like, tearing apart the kitchens in his fruitless search for some goddamn space nutbutter, or wallowing in his room like some loser neckbeard who lost his last online friend (though if any one asks, fuck you he's not missing Kable at times like this), he might as well be social. And Wichita? Total bro.
The holodecks in this place are pretty rad, too and while it's taken him a bit to learn the interface, it's nothing worse than the OS he has for his computer at home, though with a metric shitton more customizability. Because dude, if he can think it he can make it in this place, and this shit beats out anything Castle's ever creamed his pants over making by a fucking mile.
The trick though, is coming up with a setting that'll be entertaining to the both him and Wichita which totally rules out zombies even though that shit had been boss, being in her world for a bit. So as he pokes and prods at the controls, scenes shift and flash over the walls-- dinosaurs wandering in a lush jungle warping into a vaguely alien landscape with a blue moon and strange flying creatures which shed their feathers to become mechanical skeletons diving over a gritty destroyed city, with steam-powered dirigibles in the backdrop.
She can feel free to stop him at any point; just dicking around is almost as much fun as actually experiencing the virtual reality.]
This shit's nothing compared to the system I've got at home, man. I know your place bit it before total user interfaces came out, but this? [He waves his hands at the wall, making it zoom in towards a bright spot of green in the ruined city, a tree that now just looks like it sprouted up behind Wichita's head. Her pillows were covered over by grassy hill as the ruins disappear with another poke at the controls.]
Simple shit. Been doing this since I before I could hack my dad's porn stash. But games, that's where I fucking own, you dig?