[...So, okay. This weird. Like not weird in the seeing-your-parents-naked-kind-of-way. But in the oh-my-god-I-really-am-in-outer-space-or-something-kind-of-way. It's a very specific feeling, and she's pretty much freaking out at the moment. But Darcy has collected herself enough to navigate the datapad to send a voice message to the network. Good
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[Despite his confusion, the headvoice sounds mostly amused. When he speaks physically, the smile in his voice is evident.]
Hi. The guy who brought us here probably isn't listening, sorry. You can find clothes with the droid in your apartment. Just ask them nicely and they'll give them to you.
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...But how was it supposed to give her--ah.]
Oh. You mean the robot, don't you.
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Yeah, the robot. The "tablet" is referred to as a "datapad" here.
I'm Tron. What's your name?
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[Hey, they're big companies. It's possible.]
Darcy Lewis. You're stuck here, too, Tron?
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It's nice to meet you, Darcy. I am. There are a lot of us who are, unfortunately. But at least you're not alone, right? [Something he knows about, somewhat indirectly but in a strangely visceral sort of way. He still worries about that other himself he "lived" a few months ago. So much loneliness.]
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[Well, that's one thing to take comfort in, at least.] Yeah. Kidnapees have to stick together, right?
...Why are we here, anyway?
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