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2014-Oct-01, Wednesday 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
abyssum_invocatSinthia finds herself, now that the injuries from her planetside excursion have been taken care of, in desperate need of something to do. Books are all well and good, but there's only so much they can hold her attention when she's fidgety and toeing the edge of irritable because she's still not quite used to space yet.
Her tellurion only does so much to remind her of her home, alas.
Which is why she's taken up one of the holodecks, using it like something of an art studio in three dimensions; she's describing the room she wants it to build, and it's doing a fair enough job, though her current detail--a window--is taking a surprising amount of time to get right. It's a huge opening in the steel-gray tiled wall, taking up well over half the space, and it looks out on craggy, snow-covered mountains, in font of which there is no obstruction. The rest of the room is something between a workshop and an office, all done in grays and metals and easily-cleanable surfaces; the desk and single chair in which she's twirling side-to-side are raised by a step or two. This is home for her, both her 'play' space and the one she reports to for any examination of developments in her abilities.
It may also be recognizable to a select few of those who enter.
Her tellurion only does so much to remind her of her home, alas.
Which is why she's taken up one of the holodecks, using it like something of an art studio in three dimensions; she's describing the room she wants it to build, and it's doing a fair enough job, though her current detail--a window--is taking a surprising amount of time to get right. It's a huge opening in the steel-gray tiled wall, taking up well over half the space, and it looks out on craggy, snow-covered mountains, in font of which there is no obstruction. The rest of the room is something between a workshop and an office, all done in grays and metals and easily-cleanable surfaces; the desk and single chair in which she's twirling side-to-side are raised by a step or two. This is home for her, both her 'play' space and the one she reports to for any examination of developments in her abilities.
It may also be recognizable to a select few of those who enter.