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[is0latedthinker]

[The sound of a muffled groan is audible to anyone with their journal open or near the two men waking up on the Lobby floor. The taller of the two squints as his eyes flutter open before locating his glasses nearby, cleaning them by force of habit and putting them on.

His eyes widen in shock as he looks around the unfamiliar room, but his eyebrows furrow in distaste as soon as he recognizes the man passed out next to him.

Of course that no-good Flynn had had something to do with this! What had he gotten them into this time? Whatever it was, Alan did not want to be involved. He definitely hadn’t asked for this.]

Whoa. Ugh, can someone turn off the jack hammer? [Flynn sits up, holding his head as he looks around.] How much did I have to drink last night? [he pauses] And where the hell am I?

[There's another pause as his eyes fall on none other than Alan Bradley on the floor next to him. Okay. What? This didn't happen. Last night might be a blur but he sure as hell wasn't partying with Alan freaking Bradley. He rubs his eyes and looks again. Nope, he's still there.]

Okay. Let me rephrase that. Where the hell am I and what are you doing here?

[Alan looks affronted at Flynn’s question.] Me? You’re the one who got us into this mess! [He shakes his head.] I don’t know what you did, Flynn, but I’m not staying for a minute of it. I’m going home.

[His voice drops to a grumble under his breath as he stands up and looks around for the nearest exit.] What Lora saw in you, I’ll never know.

Waitasecond. [Flynn scrambles to his feet, an astounded look on his face] Me? I'm the one who got us into this? What about you, Mr. High-and-mighty? I hate to break it to you but I'm as clueless as you are right now. [He spreads his hands, smiling innocently] Besides, why would I knock us both out in the middle of some... whatever this place is... what is this, a hotel?

[He scoffs] and don't think I didn't hear that. She prob'ly saw about as much as she apparently sees in you.

[Alan scowls at Flynn, clearly jealous as he spits out a retort. It’s a knee-jerk reaction, not something he’d ever say under normal circumstances.] She obviously sees a lot more in me than she ever did in you!

[He wishes he could make some comment back at Flynn about how the higher-ups must not have seen anything either - but he can’t. The words just won’t come. And he knows they’d be a lie either way - Flynn had been one of ENCOM’s best and brightest, a fact Alan only grudgingly acknowledges.]

Tch. [Flynn makes a face and waves a hand in Alan's direction, blowing him off as he turns away. He's heard this song and dance before and he sure as hell doesn't want to get into it now in an unfamiliar environment. In any other circumstances he'd be more than happy to trade insults with Alan, see how far he could push the twerp until he squirmed but right now... well he had more pressing things on his mind.

He looks around again, hands on his hips. Whoa, hey, there's someone. He smiles, waving to catch the attention of the person walking by.]

Hey! Hey, can you tell me what this place is? And, uh, if you could give me directions to the nearest bus stop that'd be great.

((Loss start! Open over the journal or in person.))

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[perfectisnteasy]

[wait a minute, wait a minute ... what the --]

Flynn?! Alan-1?

[have your own voice coming out of nowhere, Kevin. Alan? have fun with that]

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

[He spins in a circle, searching for the source of the voice. Alan-1?

Have a very confused sounding reply, CLU.]

Yeeeaaah?

[perfectisnteasy]

[he's not quite sure what to make of all of this. he's got a LOT of questions, but one of them seems the best to start with:]

Where are you?

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

Uuuuh I don't know, that's why I asked. [Still looking] is this some kind of joke or something?

[is0latedthinker]

[Flynn's facing away from Alan, so the older programmer doesn't recognize that the voice isn't coming from Flynn himself.]

What sort of tricks are you pulling now, Flynn? Alan-1 -- how do you know my login data?

[perfectisnteasy]

I know it 'cuz of the Grid, remember? Geez, what's wrong with you guys today? I didn't think Users got memory glitches.

[is0latedthinker]

The grid? What grid?

Besides, 'you guys'? Very funny, Flynn; there's only one of me.

And what the heck is a user?

Action! 1/?

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine was on her way on to the kitchen when suddenly she’s being pointed at by a CLU look-alike… only with scruffier hair. And sporting a t-shirt instead of circuits. Her first thought is that CLU somehow jinxed himself into another week stuck as a User. I honestly wouldn't surprise her, given this place's track record. But then why is… Tron? …here as well.]

2/?

[wizard_redfive]

[But wait, no. They’re both in User clothes. Plus, the guy is talking about a bus stop, a term that Dairine suspects CLU doesn't even know... and he certainly wouldn't choose it over more Grid-centric transportation.]

3/4

[wizard_redfive]

[Which means it isn’t a human CLU, but his User, Kevin Flynn. Just much, much younger. And if that's the case, the man behind him that looks so much like Tron must be Alan.

Holy. crap.]

Done!

[wizard_redfive]

[Experimentally, she calls out.]

...Flynn? Alan Bradley?

[is0latedthinker]

[Great, now Flynn's bothering some little girl. Hopefully she'll just move on and not talk to strangers. Especially when that stranger is named Kevin Flynn.

But how does she know their names? Alan's eyebrows furrow in confusion. Alan doesn't know any little girls. He hesitates before responding.]

...Yes, that's us. [Much as he hates to refer to Flynn and himself together with a collective pronoun.]

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

[Hey, man, don't look at him. He's got a rep thanks to the arcade. His eyebrows shoot up.]

Yeeaah? I'm sorry, do I know you?

Action (continued argument)

[is0latedthinker]

Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easily.

We don't even know if we're in Center City!

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

[He rolls his eyes, spinning around and walking backwards.]

What're you trying to take charge, now? Uh-uh. Not happening. Apparently I got us into this so I will get us out of it.

[is0latedthinker]

You're just gonna make it worse. [But without a better option, he's following you, Flynn.]

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

Yeah yeah. If you don't like it then find your own way out.

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Well that's odd. Harry remembers one of the voices as belonging to that computer programmer Kevin Flynn whom he has spoken a few times with. However the appearance is way off. He'll give them a puzzled look before he makes his way over and turns to Flynn.]

You alright chum?

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

[Flynn smiles amiably at the stranger]

Alright? Well, no. In fact I'm a little lost. [he laughs, rubbing the back of his head] S'pose I had a bit too much last night and ended up... wherever this place is. Mind giving a fella a hand?

[youhavebeenflynned]

Are you that hungover that you can't get up on yourself mate? [Smirks]

[Harry's convinced that this is a loss by now]

This place is called Paradisa or Castle Wonderfuck as some people calls it. Wherever you was before you ain't there no more mate.

[messin_with_my_zen_thing]

Paradisa? Where the heck is that?

[Uh huh. Yeah. He doesn't believe you.]

(Pardon my late reply, real life attacked.)

[foughtfortheusers]

[Have a confused rumbling noise.] Users?

Is castle. Paradisa.

(Woot! :D Welcome to the party!)

[is0latedthinker]

[At first he doesn't know what the rumble is.

But it doesn't take him long to recognize the timbre of his own voice, even if it's a bit distorted. The 'users' bit doesn't even register, so set is he on the fact that that's his own voice.]

Who is this?!

[foughtfortheusers]

...

Am Rinzler, Alan-1. Program.

You created Tron.

[is0latedthinker]

Alan-1? How does everyone have my ENCOM ID?!

You're a what? And Tron's not even complete yet - how do you know all this?