[It's late in the afternoon that Syre wanders into the Battledome, aiming to practice her skills with the rapier. And, in typical fashion, she starts head straight for the first open simulation room she can find...]
[...and pauses, mid-stride, to peer inside the open doors of the room Spock is currently occupying. All she can see is the piece of furniture and the head of dark hair, but the strange beeping she hears is more than enough to pique her curiosity.]
[Quietly, she steps into the room, avoids various strewn about boxes, and finally manages to close enough of the distance to rest her hands on the back of the couch and watch over the figure's shoulder.]
[On the screen, she's barely able to follow as a brightly-colored, squarish-shaped man hops over creatures with turtle shells, onto a green pipe...]
That's a strange sort of simulation. It looks almost like a caricature.
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[...and pauses, mid-stride, to peer inside the open doors of the room Spock is currently occupying. All she can see is the piece of furniture and the head of dark hair, but the strange beeping she hears is more than enough to pique her curiosity.]
[Quietly, she steps into the room, avoids various strewn about boxes, and finally manages to close enough of the distance to rest her hands on the back of the couch and watch over the figure's shoulder.]
[On the screen, she's barely able to follow as a brightly-colored, squarish-shaped man hops over creatures with turtle shells, onto a green pipe...]
That's a strange sort of simulation. It looks almost like a caricature.