trophyplay_arrowtrophyTISA :: CARRIE ACCEPT“Carrie Jarrings?” The secretary looked over the counter-top at the girl sitting in the waiting room. “Your specimen has been processed. Please enter the room to the right.” “My right or your right?” Carrie stood up and glanced at the two doors. They were the same model and make. They did not have windows. They did not have a nice coat of paint- but they could have used one. One Carrie imagined to be the inner building, the other a long hall to the back door. This wasn’t exactly the nature of the doors, but it was the same concept. “Your right.” The secretary looked down into other papers. Carrie slid past her before the secretary changed her mind. She wanted to hesitate in front of the door; reconsider her choices. However, when she came to the door she opened it freely and shut it behind her with a defining click. This side of the door was so different from the quiet waiting room. It was buzzing with people who had so little time and so much to do. At least, that’s what they made it look like. Whether or not this was true, Carrie decided not to judge. To her left was a cork board of Reported Persons and just beside it was a similar board of Reported Bugs. Up ahead was a door with a frosted window. The cleared letters read “PRISMIND”. Carrie stared at it for a moment. Her train of thought was lost when she realized someone was speaking to her. “-Won’t be able to see him.” One of the mods said. He didn’t look like a guy who was up on the front lines. Matter of fact, she realized that he wasn’t a Sheezian at all. He was a bug-checker, a humanoid of the coding to help things along. That’s when she noticed that most of the people in the office were the same. They had little trails of binary following them as their footprints faded, and they followed rigid paths. Carrie’s only thought was [i]Cool[/i]. “Prismind is busy preparing to lead the trek for the CT.” Carrie grinned from ear to ear. She would be following him all the way. The Coding Persona opened up a slot, much like the ones Libraries have for Book Returns, and pulled out a stack of official and officially boring papers. The CP started speaking again. “And according to your specimen, you should be getting ready, too.” He immediately led her down a side hall past a water cooler and a snack machine. He used his coding to enter a locked room which glowed their trademark Blue. The room reminded her of a Lazer Tag prep-room. All sorts of gadgets were hung on the walls with numbers above and below. The CP reread the number above her ‘specimen’ and found her matching equipment. “Here you are. These are your boots, rudders, gloves and shock sticks.” The CP had to help her with her rudders, which were actually worn like wings. She shock sticks fit perfectly into small belt-loop canisters that hung at her sides. They felt like holsters, and were modified with springs to push up the shock sticks when opened. The boots and gloves, which she took as the simplest things, he spent the most time explaining. “Your coding is based on placement.” The CP informed her. “Meaning, where things are on the browser, and how close they are to other things. Hence, you have been given codings that alter where you are in any given space in relations to the things around you.” The CP put his hands firmly on her shoulders and then stepped on her toes. Carrie was not pleased with this at all, but she quickly forgot about it. Her boots started to hover- and herself with them. They did not have jets as she imagined hoverboots to have- they simply hovered. The CP was holding her steady by her shoulders while she became accustomed to her new shoes. “Use the rudders and how you angle your feet to stabilize and propel yourself against footers and other grounds. And as you just saw, step on your toes to turn it on.” He kicked the side of her foot so that the inside of her heels clicked together. The hover ceased and Carrie was dropped to the floor in a small shock. She stabled herself against the floor and then breathed. “And that’s how you turn it off.” “Must it be so rough?” She looked at the inside of her heels- she didn’t see a button, but apparently it reacted with something beneath the stitching. “Hovering is cool, but it’s jerky.” “Smooth or fast?” The CP shrugged. “Apparently we can’t have both, and since we’re going into a fight we’re equipping you with fast. Now for your gloves.” “They’re leather.” Carrie stated. That’s all there was to them. There were no lights, no special stitches or bumps, just simple leather gloves. They were new, and therefore stiff. Carrie couldn’t wait to break them in. “So that the Shock Sticks don’t electrocute me.” “Swift.” The CP smirked. “But short-sighted. You’re going to have to grow out of that if you want to make it to the tower with Prismind.” She looked them over again, this time much closer to her face. Still she didn’t see anything. Puzzled, she looked back to the CP. “What you do not see is a coding that allows you to extend it beyond your reach through air like water.” The CP smiled with great pride, but Carrie did not understand him. After a moment of silence his smile faded. he nodded to acknowledge her lack of comprehension. “Have you ever snapped your fingers under water?” “Yes!” She smiled. “It’s incredible. It’s as if I snapped them right by my friend’s ear.” “This allows you to influence objects with the same sort of distortion of conceived space.” He explained. “This makes it so that objects that are father away can be handled as if they are right beside you just by acting on them as if they are that close.” “So it’s like telekinesis.” Carrie locked her eyes on the door’s handle a foot or so away. She lifted her glove and waved her fingers over the handle. Nothing happened. “No, Telekinesis is a mental add-on that controls inanimate objects.” The CP corrected. “What this code does is this: it temporarily ‘rewrites’ space between you and your object so that you can directly interact with them. Your coding is based on location, remember?” So with this new instruction in mind, she reached out to the knob and turned it. The knob turned that foot or so away, and she pulled the door open. Carrie lit up. “This is so cool!” “I’m glad you like your equipment. Please wait until you have distance between people before you try out your shock sticks, however.” The CP laughed. Carrie stared at him, and then her glove. In the same way that she had opened the door, she pushed him away. She noticed that the CP didn’t actually move. She took out her shock sticks all the same and squeezed them. The shock spread over a small radius around the pressure point on the stick. Just as Carrie had hoped, the radius didn’t reach the CP she had ‘pushed’, though it would have otherwise. Carrie grinned. She was itching to hit the field. “When do we leave?” She piped. The CP sighed and shook his head. “I’m glad you’re getting the hang of things, but we’re not leaving until Sunday. You have the rest of the night and tomorrow to be more familiar with your gear.” Carrie nodded. Of course- she wasn’t ready to fight with her gear. She was still wonky on her hoverboots. It would take more than the time she was given to get things right. She thanked the CP and he escorted her to the training quadrant. It was filled with people who would be going on the trek to the CT. Carrie felt very small here, and very foolish with her lack of skill. Sunday. She thought to herself, using the wall to hold her upright off the ground. I only have until Sunday to get this right... To prep before restoring this place!play_arrow