Who: Carmine and open What: A pirate's life for me When: Wednesday evening Where: The hologym Rating: Anticipated low/medium for simulated violence He didn't have a costume to dress the part, though he would have. Why not? This was one of the most entertaining parts of his imprisonment: the hologym. It was a virtual escape the likes of which nerds the world over would battle to the death to have. Carmine had never been much of a gamer himself, but this was different. It looked and felt real, for the most part. It had its limits, of course, which he had tested out in his earlier days; and he had found out, much to his disappointment, that while it accommodated an R, or even NC-17, rating for violence, he could not convince the programming to allow him a similarly high rating for other activities.
So he would settle for the violence. He'd become quite desensitized to it over the years; not to a sociopathic degree, but to the extent that he slept like a baby at night. It was even a little dull, to practice on realistic scenarios in the hologym, so when he had the chance, he picked something a little more adventurous. Like pirates. Sometimes he felt like he could relate to buccaneers. He even liked their sense of style.
Just as he was about to load up the scenario, Carmine heard a door open, and looked over in that direction. "Why, hello. I was just about to buckle some swashes. Would you care to join me?" he asked with a boyish grin. In his hand he held a small baton; on its own it was nothing, but the computer could track that item to generate a virtual sword in his hand, while providing him with a weighted object to aid in the immersion. "Grab one of these if you'd like. Activate hologym sequence G-A-P-1-7-0-0," he commanded the facility's computer. The program booted up, and the room transformed from the metallic sphere they had been standing in to a ship in the ocean, with another ship approaching rapidly. "Ahoy," Carmine said, waggling his eyebrows.