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[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!))
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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[Starting out of the lobby, heading toward his room at a quick pace. No signs of Clu so far.]
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The forgotten journal follows behind them, reappearing every so often.]
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[He looks back up to Rinzler.] Definitely more complex than a Bit.
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[Have a happy excited animal now smelling at your feet Tron.]
Only ally before Clu arrived.
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I'm surprised he didn't object once he got here.
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[An unhappy rumble.] He called it grid bug initially. Explained. Has not commented since.
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Maybe he sees it as leverage. It has the potential to be useful to him so long as you control it.
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[The rumbling continues.] Possible. Trying to keep Zorua out of Master's way. Do not want to lose him.
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More worried about users now.
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Guard them.
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I'll look for them now.
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Be careful. [He turns on his heel and quickly goes in search of Flynn.]