OE 102
January; Hours before the ZONE incursion
Nova Solyma - Starstream Arcade
In a world with amazing technology, not everything is giant robots and 3D printed food. Games covered a variety of topics, from the propagandized combat simulators to the ancient classics reproducing the experience from eras bygone, an arcade of this magnitude had something for everyone. Food and drink were readily available, kept separate from the games of course. Dim overhead lights were over shadowed by the bright flashing lights of individual games displayed on monitor panels.
The main room was filled with the kinds of games that required use of some control mechanism, which had evolved over the centuries from the first inception. The consoles remained as true to the originals as possible with the technological advance to keep them running and operating in the current age. The original Pacman, for example, was in a similar box as the old arcades, but with an upgrade to the actual box. It was sleek, painted with the various images of Pacman and the ghosts. The control panel had been updated to a touch panel system, sans joystick. Other nostalgic games got the same treatment, with some updated versions scattered further around the arcade.
The VR rooms were set up on the second level, allowing for more of the popular systems to be installed. The third level held more of the systems, but larger rooms for group games where folk ran table top games. A karaoke bar was rented out in one of the upper levels. The massive center had something for everyone, after all. And that was what drew James here.
James found these games were a good way to blow off steam when stress got to be far too much. Usually, he was here with friends, playing tabletops in the upper levels, or Karaoke if you could get their DM in the mood to sing. He was alone today. He hid the dark bruise on his face with makeup, thank the goddess for having an older sister and female friends! His hair remained rather disheveled, as if he just got out of bed, (he didn't quite care to brush his hair most days). He wore civilian clothes today, Jeans and a white tank top. why gussy up to go punch holograms? Highly immersive holograms, but holograms none the less. It would be nice to either punch Einfeld or at least yell at him for his assumptions, but ignoring him was just as good. Hopefully, he was bored as all hell with ugly male nurses roughly wiping his ass with ice cold wipes and hands. Okay, maybe he was a little bitter...
He stopped at the front desk to pay his admission, then took the stairs up to the second floor. He walked down the row of rooms, counting down the numbers until he came to his assigned space. He stepped inside and engaged the lock, which wouldn't open unless he unlocked it from the panel inside, an employee disengaged it from the outside panel, or an emergency occurred that required an evacuation. He stretched out, limbering up his body before engaging the system.
The blank room around him, a calming color ambiguous between gray and tan, shimmered and warped, replacing the floor with verdant grass, the walls with sprawling blue skies and a bright warm sun. He often chose this game, based on earth, when he was alone. It was just so much more interesting than the faked replications within this paradise. Perhaps someday he would visit the distant blue marble. The wind danced across the plain, whipping his hair and fanning the grass at his feet. It was a highly immersive experience, truly a marvel of technology that was often taken for granted by the privileged. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to immerse into the world.
The game connected to other systems, it was practically an MMORPG. He wasn't seeking other players to engage with. He wouldn't mind questing with them, but he much preferred fighting with the NPCS. There was less guilt there and FAR less drama. He only planned on being in the system for half an hour at best. He opened his eyes and walked forward, not even feeling the system moving the floor beneath his feet. Punching a few goblins would do nicely...
(I have left this open for others to join in the game, or set up to be run into down in the lounge or somewhere else within the arcade if you wish. Fluff up the arcade and game as you like!)
January; Hours before the ZONE incursion
Nova Solyma - Starstream Arcade
In a world with amazing technology, not everything is giant robots and 3D printed food. Games covered a variety of topics, from the propagandized combat simulators to the ancient classics reproducing the experience from eras bygone, an arcade of this magnitude had something for everyone. Food and drink were readily available, kept separate from the games of course. Dim overhead lights were over shadowed by the bright flashing lights of individual games displayed on monitor panels.
The main room was filled with the kinds of games that required use of some control mechanism, which had evolved over the centuries from the first inception. The consoles remained as true to the originals as possible with the technological advance to keep them running and operating in the current age. The original Pacman, for example, was in a similar box as the old arcades, but with an upgrade to the actual box. It was sleek, painted with the various images of Pacman and the ghosts. The control panel had been updated to a touch panel system, sans joystick. Other nostalgic games got the same treatment, with some updated versions scattered further around the arcade.
The VR rooms were set up on the second level, allowing for more of the popular systems to be installed. The third level held more of the systems, but larger rooms for group games where folk ran table top games. A karaoke bar was rented out in one of the upper levels. The massive center had something for everyone, after all. And that was what drew James here.
James found these games were a good way to blow off steam when stress got to be far too much. Usually, he was here with friends, playing tabletops in the upper levels, or Karaoke if you could get their DM in the mood to sing. He was alone today. He hid the dark bruise on his face with makeup, thank the goddess for having an older sister and female friends! His hair remained rather disheveled, as if he just got out of bed, (he didn't quite care to brush his hair most days). He wore civilian clothes today, Jeans and a white tank top. why gussy up to go punch holograms? Highly immersive holograms, but holograms none the less. It would be nice to either punch Einfeld or at least yell at him for his assumptions, but ignoring him was just as good. Hopefully, he was bored as all hell with ugly male nurses roughly wiping his ass with ice cold wipes and hands. Okay, maybe he was a little bitter...
He stopped at the front desk to pay his admission, then took the stairs up to the second floor. He walked down the row of rooms, counting down the numbers until he came to his assigned space. He stepped inside and engaged the lock, which wouldn't open unless he unlocked it from the panel inside, an employee disengaged it from the outside panel, or an emergency occurred that required an evacuation. He stretched out, limbering up his body before engaging the system.
The blank room around him, a calming color ambiguous between gray and tan, shimmered and warped, replacing the floor with verdant grass, the walls with sprawling blue skies and a bright warm sun. He often chose this game, based on earth, when he was alone. It was just so much more interesting than the faked replications within this paradise. Perhaps someday he would visit the distant blue marble. The wind danced across the plain, whipping his hair and fanning the grass at his feet. It was a highly immersive experience, truly a marvel of technology that was often taken for granted by the privileged. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to immerse into the world.
The game connected to other systems, it was practically an MMORPG. He wasn't seeking other players to engage with. He wouldn't mind questing with them, but he much preferred fighting with the NPCS. There was less guilt there and FAR less drama. He only planned on being in the system for half an hour at best. He opened his eyes and walked forward, not even feeling the system moving the floor beneath his feet. Punching a few goblins would do nicely...
(I have left this open for others to join in the game, or set up to be run into down in the lounge or somewhere else within the arcade if you wish. Fluff up the arcade and game as you like!)
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