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exsiliumlogs2013-03-25 08:25 pm
revolutionized) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-03-25 08:25 pm
[open] i should've had her talk about basketball gdit
Date & Time: Forward dated to Saturday (March 30th)
Location: VR training simulation: baseball.
Characters: Utena (revolutionized) and open!!
Summary: Baseball!!
Warnings: None...probably. The field might get kind of strange because it's pulled from Utena's brain, though!
The sky is clear. Blue. Utena notices this first before anything else, before the banners, and the smell of clean grass. The sky was only blue, it seemed, when they were pulled through time to go on missions.
It was refreshing, this blue sky. She notes that her clothing has changed a second later — not the bright mint-teal of Ohtori's sports uniforms, but a blue jersey with white lettering. She notes that the school seal is there, though — printed on the sleeve of the uniform. A little piece of Ohtori, a thousand years and a million miles away.
It unsettles her. The empty bleachers do too. If she squints, she's sure she can see shadows, moving. She tries to ignore it, picks up a bat that looks as if it has never been used, and gives it a few experimental swings. It feels real. Everything does. But she can't help but feel a little disconnected from it...maybe it's because things are so quiet. It would be better, she thought, once there was a crowd.
Location: VR training simulation: baseball.
Characters: Utena (
revolutionized) and open!!Summary: Baseball!!
Warnings: None...probably. The field might get kind of strange because it's pulled from Utena's brain, though!
The sky is clear. Blue. Utena notices this first before anything else, before the banners, and the smell of clean grass. The sky was only blue, it seemed, when they were pulled through time to go on missions.
It was refreshing, this blue sky. She notes that her clothing has changed a second later — not the bright mint-teal of Ohtori's sports uniforms, but a blue jersey with white lettering. She notes that the school seal is there, though — printed on the sleeve of the uniform. A little piece of Ohtori, a thousand years and a million miles away.
It unsettles her. The empty bleachers do too. If she squints, she's sure she can see shadows, moving. She tries to ignore it, picks up a bat that looks as if it has never been used, and gives it a few experimental swings. It feels real. Everything does. But she can't help but feel a little disconnected from it...maybe it's because things are so quiet. It would be better, she thought, once there was a crowd.