Home is Behind; The World Ahead
Characters: Yori, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Shirosaki Hichigo
When: Jan. 17th
Where: Morgue, then into the city
What: Yori is brand new, and Ichigo offers to help explain what's up (also clothes, and AWKWARD)
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings Angst, and possibly language, TBE if needed
The top of the confining black material was designed to come apart, as Ichigo had directed her. A zipper, evidently, was interlocking pieces released by moving a small slide to unlock them.
Which lacked the efficiency of simply recognizing a program's intent and permissions, but Yori already knew the User world was a very strange and inefficient place. More evidence that this was, in fact, not a system.
The trouble was that Yori herself was not a User, and shouldn't have been able to function here at all.
Yori spent some time examining the zipper and its attached bag, before moving on to the rest of the room. Morgue, whatever that was. A place where new arrivals showed up. Not very welcoming. No visible energy at all, save for the single overhead light, and Yori didn't feel inclined to risk climbing up to check that. It didn't feel like the right kind of energy at all. It didn't feel like anything in particular.
Carrying on two conversations with two programs who were, as far as she could tell, different, and also both Tron, and also both insisting they were not, didn't make her any less confused. Neither did the tag attached to her toe. (What was a weight?)
She sat back down on the black bag, with the thicker material some protection for her legs, and went on trying to understand what had happened to either or both versions of Tron. Listening for Ichigo's arrival didn't take nearly as much attention.
When: Jan. 17th
Where: Morgue, then into the city
What: Yori is brand new, and Ichigo offers to help explain what's up (also clothes, and AWKWARD)
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings Angst, and possibly language, TBE if needed
The top of the confining black material was designed to come apart, as Ichigo had directed her. A zipper, evidently, was interlocking pieces released by moving a small slide to unlock them.
Which lacked the efficiency of simply recognizing a program's intent and permissions, but Yori already knew the User world was a very strange and inefficient place. More evidence that this was, in fact, not a system.
The trouble was that Yori herself was not a User, and shouldn't have been able to function here at all.
Yori spent some time examining the zipper and its attached bag, before moving on to the rest of the room. Morgue, whatever that was. A place where new arrivals showed up. Not very welcoming. No visible energy at all, save for the single overhead light, and Yori didn't feel inclined to risk climbing up to check that. It didn't feel like the right kind of energy at all. It didn't feel like anything in particular.
Carrying on two conversations with two programs who were, as far as she could tell, different, and also both Tron, and also both insisting they were not, didn't make her any less confused. Neither did the tag attached to her toe. (What was a weight?)
She sat back down on the black bag, with the thicker material some protection for her legs, and went on trying to understand what had happened to either or both versions of Tron. Listening for Ichigo's arrival didn't take nearly as much attention.