[he awakens with a jolt, eyes flying open to stare blearily at the dark glass lid of the virtual reality pod, limbs and ears submerged in a strange, unidentifiable liquid. his brain is sluggish to catch up, still caught on memories of the warm, beachy sand as it is. the pod's lid above him lifts, before a smiling face-- one of the arcade workers, no doubt-- appears before his vision, congratulating him on completing the simulation as she extends a hand to help him up. Akira accepts the assistance in a complete daze, features slack, eyes wide, brows knitted in obvious bemusement]
[. . .]
[he looks around, and there are no remnants of the warm island shores to be found amidst the flashing lights and melodic tunes that fill the arcade. it's jarring, to be moved so suddenly from a cozy island hut to this overstimulation nightmare; Akira's knees feel week as he steps out of the pod, bracing himself on the arcade worker's side so he doesn't suddenly fall over, the gears in his mind racing to reorient himself and his presence in space]
[. . .]
[it all feels so. . . fresh. the sensation of the hot sun against his skin. the cool water lapping at his ankles. the grainy sand pinched between his feet. the chilly hut, and the taste of fresh coconut water on his lips. . . and a familiar, comforting warmth pressed up against his side]
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[. . .]
[he looks around, and there are no remnants of the warm island shores to be found amidst the flashing lights and melodic tunes that fill the arcade. it's jarring, to be moved so suddenly from a cozy island hut to this overstimulation nightmare; Akira's knees feel week as he steps out of the pod, bracing himself on the arcade worker's side so he doesn't suddenly fall over, the gears in his mind racing to reorient himself and his presence in space]
[. . .]
[it all feels so. . . fresh. the sensation of the hot sun against his skin. the cool water lapping at his ankles. the grainy sand pinched between his feet. the chilly hut, and the taste of fresh coconut water on his lips. . . and a familiar, comforting warmth pressed up against his side]