Jan 24, 2011 22:48
It was amazing how the Grid worked. What was lost, always seemed to be found again. And in the case of the End of Line, turned into something so much better.
Of course it looked the same, but appearances were deceiving, were they not? Zues of all people knew that. He still was not quite sure how he came to be here, but that was such a small, trivial detail. The how wasn't so important as the why. But even that took a back seat to the festivities tonight.
It was like the old days, the best days--the End of Line was pulsing with music, barely masking the dim of programs and users alike talking and drinking with one another.
Standing above it all in his private quarters, Zues grinned, speaking to the crowd. "Libations are on the house tonight, Programs and Users!" With a flourish of his cane, he bowed to the adoring public, before moving to sit down on a nearby couch.
Well well well, he might not join in...but he would certainly watch.
[ooc: Castor will be around--but not a lot. TAG EACH OTHER. RUN AMOK. GET TO KNOW YOUR FELLOW PROGRAMS AND USERS. get drunk and start fights. As Castor says, the game has changed.
So let the games begin!]
sym (security_sym),
sky (smileuroncamera),
mariah (mariah_flynn),
!open,
clu (a_perfect_end),
gibson (gibsonrising),
yori (yorisearching),
nfeykt (infeykted),
castor/zues (playtheangles),
tron (fight4theusers),
location: end of line club,
jarvis (glasshawk1),
kleio (digitizedmemory),
jazz (meghedi),
sam flynn (ill_improvise)