"It does, but I rarely have cause to frequent them. Those that I do, are not the ancient growth we have seen here today." Raiden looks up as a simulated wind whistles faintly through the slats of his hat, and then the next scene materializes with a small flash of light and rolling thunder.
The scenes are on random and 'exotic', and it pulls up one that is not an uncommon sight for the Enterprise crew. It's straight from one of the holo-novels, a dark city street from Earth, sometime in the very early 20th century. Lights are dim, and to set the mood, it's raining.
The wetness is real enough, but Raiden pauses as there's another roll of thunder, eyes glancing skyward toward a cloud cover that he cannot sense. It's eerie, seeing rain and yet, being unable to sense the eddies and charging of the clouds before the also false lightning arcs through the storm above. He gives a wry smile, seeing no advantage aside from the moisture content of the air in this new arena.
"A shame it is not real." He could do so much more with true clouds, but the water slicking the street is conductive enough, and that he can work with.
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The scenes are on random and 'exotic', and it pulls up one that is not an uncommon sight for the Enterprise crew. It's straight from one of the holo-novels, a dark city street from Earth, sometime in the very early 20th century. Lights are dim, and to set the mood, it's raining.
The wetness is real enough, but Raiden pauses as there's another roll of thunder, eyes glancing skyward toward a cloud cover that he cannot sense. It's eerie, seeing rain and yet, being unable to sense the eddies and charging of the clouds before the also false lightning arcs through the storm above. He gives a wry smile, seeing no advantage aside from the moisture content of the air in this new arena.
"A shame it is not real." He could do so much more with true clouds, but the water slicking the street is conductive enough, and that he can work with.