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[not_tron]

 [Gooood morning, Paradisa!

As the sun slowly rises, a man stirs on one of the couches in the Lobby. The circuits on his dark armor brighten and steady from where they were once a dull, even blink, not unlike a computer that's been awakened from standby.

He mutters something about system restarts always getting the best of him - as if any program could resist - that's picked up by the open journal nearby if anyone's listening. The man opens his eyes...

Only to immediately go on high alert. He sits up to get a better look at his surroundings. This does not look like the Grid. What in the Users' name is that light, and where is it coming from? Flynn's mentioned a sun to him, but he's never spent much time describing it except to say that it's almost like the Portal that illuminates the sky when Flynn enters the Grid. They were usually too busy to go into much detail - it was always too easy to get interrupted by gridbugs, and CLU had started giving Flynn weird looks when they talked about it, so Tron had refrained from asking questions about the User world in front of him.

Something is wrong. How did he get here? Even a total change of the system couldn't have done this. The last thing he knew he was just coming back from patrolling for gridbugs. Was he glitching? His code had always been stable. Alan-1 had worked hard to keep it that way, even if Flynn had made some changes to upgrade him for the Grid instead of the ENCOM System. He doesn't ask the obvious question aloud, but it is all he's calculating at the present time: where am I?

One option is to explore, and he's already on his feet to do just that when the journal catches his attention.] A book..? [He asks aloud, frowning when his words appear on the page.] Flynn's books never did this...

[Anyone listening might find that his voice sounds exactly like a certain old man or a non-rumbling version of a certain CLU-serving program. It would be easy to mistake them for each other. And Alan? Well, he went to bed last night - Sam and Kevin could confirm that - but now he's nowhere to be found...]

((Loss start! Open to everyone!))

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[foughtfortheusers]

[Have a confused rumbling noise from the edge of the room. It's actually close to a whine, as he eyes the new arrival. The very strange new arrival.

Rinzler had been on one of his usual patrols, heading through the lobby, when he heard that voice. He wasn't approaching though. Too unsettled. Especially after the past week.]

Action

[not_tron]

[Tron immediately looks up to locate the source of the rumble. The circuits and helmet are familiar - this has to be another program. He can't tell what kind it is; the pattern at its neck is too far away to discern properly in the light.

Red circuits, though...that can't be good. The last programs to be that color were the ones following Sark on the ENCOM System. Some rules had changed in circuit colors on the Grid, but he doubts a change of this magnitude took place.

But he needs information. So he'll call out, warily:] Greetings, program!

Action

[foughtfortheusers]

[Rinzler freezes in place indecisively for the moment. No hostility. No attempts to move closer.

But before long, a rumbling voice responds. One that would sounds very familiar without the feedback.] Greetings, program.

Identify.

Action

[not_tron]

[Something's off about this whole thing. The other program suddenly going stock-still, his voice...]

Designation: Tron.

Identify.

Action

[foughtfortheusers]

[This isn't right. This feels wrong. Very wrong. Rinzler really isn't sure what to think of this other program. At all.

He's not approaching still.]

Current designation: Rinzler.

Action

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine was wandering down to the kitchen for breakfast when she notices another new arrival. This newcomer seems familiar... Something about the way he looks or sounds seems very Alan. But those circuits and the way he talks… A program?

A new program! And one that knows Flynn? But… is that good or bad? CLU and Rinzler both know Flynn as well, and Alan told her to avoid them. Yet if Flynn is the creator of the Grid, wouldn’t most programs know him? Curious, Dairine moves to get closer look, being careful to go slow in case the program tries anything.]

Action

[not_tron]

[Whoever's slowly approaching him can't be a program. She's not in a gridsuit, has no visible circuits, and she's got two clear barriers shielding her eyes, almost like the clear front of his helmet when he's on his lightcycle. She's also very small, for a program. Is this what Flynn meant by 'young', by 'child'?

He's already surmised that he's in the User world, although he has no idea how he got here and it is definitely not what he pictured it to be.]

Greetings, small User.

Action - The paradox of Dairine's glasses returns

[wizard_redfive]

[Well, that greeting is definitely a good sign, so she'll approach with a bit more confidence now. And normally she would complain that she wasn't small, thank you very much. but she lets it slide. Programs are probably like the mobiles and stay the same height thoughout their life. After all, she has no prove of any kid-sized programs.]

Greetings, program, and welcome to Paradisa.

Action

[not_tron]

How did I get here? I'm supposed to be on the Grid.

Action

[wizard_redfive]

The castle brought you here.

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

[Okay, so Alan wasn't in his room this morning. He wasn't answering over the journal... His name's still on the door so he assumes he's still here at least.

So Kevin is wandering around the castle trying to find his wayward friend when he sees a familiar face.]

Tron?

[not_tron]

[At the sound of his name, he looks up. He knows that voice. The one who called out to him is definitely Flynn - he doesn't have the same air about him as CLU does. He doesn't care about everything being in its exact place. But he looks different; he and CLU aren't identical anymore.]

Flynn! [Tron quickly runs up to his friend, smiling.] What happened?

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

What happened? Oh a great deal.

[He frowns slightly. This doesn't seem possible. Rinzler's still here, after all. No matter. He smiles and grasps his friend's shoulders.]

What's the last thing you remember, man?

[not_tron]

You left the Grid to go to Jordan.

CLU wasn't happy. He calculates he knows better than you.

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

[He nods a few times.]

Walk with me, I'll fill you in.

[He doesn't want him to stand around in the lobby when CLU's around. Though seeing Sam isn't a good idea just yet, at least not until he's been filled in. He pats his shoulder and leads him towards the elevators.]

This is Paradisa. I only got here recently, myself, so I'm still figuring everything out. We've been taken here from different points in time.

Action! - Sorry I'm late to this. :c

[sameteam]

[Coming out of his little place in Alan's room and, well, wasn't expecting Tron. At all. A grin lights up his face as he stares for a couple moments.]

Tron!

No problem, glad you're feeling better!

[not_tron]

Greetings, User! [He looks like a miniaturized Flynn but also like someone else, too. He's not sure how that works, but at least this User is happy to see him!]

<3

[sameteam]

[Oh man, Sam just grins even wider at that.] Did you come from the Grid?

<3 :)

[not_tron]

[Tron nods.]

Yes. The Castle brought me here.

[sameteam]

You already know about the Castle? What about the game room?

/dictated

[perfectisnteasy]

[well isn't this interesting. CLU squints at the journal.]

Never did what, man?

Dictated

[not_tron]

Recorded my words.

...Or vocalize other words. [Staring harder at the book now, as if that will help him understand. Flynn's voice...or CLU's. Telling them apart in person is easy; when there aren't specific words to tell them apart and he can't see them, it's a little harder.]

[perfectisnteasy]

It's been doin' that since day one. What'd you, hit your head? [he keeps his tone light, and easy - his best Flynn impression. it didn't work on Alan-1 before, and if it does now ... well, he'll know something's up.]

[not_tron]

Day one? I've only been here a nano.

[perfectisnteasy]

[son of a glitch. this just smacks of WEIRD. CLU scowls] Where are you? I'll come find you.