Exploring, you say?
WHO: Quorra and updateit
WHEN: Now!
WHAT: Lighrunner ride! I mean. Bit of mapping the Outlands. Really.
WHERE: Starting in Tron City and then out - to one of the older Quorra-and-Flynn hideouts
WARNINGS: There shouldn't be any!
To say that Quorra was overjoyed by the idea of the Outlands getting mapped was an understatement. Not that she could spend so much time inside the Grid to be of full help to the endeavor, but when she was and there was a chance to help, she was all over it.
With how much better she knew the Outlands than almost anyone else, her volunteering was welcome. And since Flynn knew she was well capable of handling the vehicle and aware of its limitations, when she asked for one - with information which area she would be scanning, too, and the checkpoints she would be making - she got a lightrunner for that.
And lightrunners could fit two.
So she could dig out company. She parked in front of Drive's building and bounced up to knock on his room, all bright-eyed and eager, knocking on his door. Hopefully, he'd be home.
WHEN: Now!
WHAT: Lighrunner ride! I mean. Bit of mapping the Outlands. Really.
WHERE: Starting in Tron City and then out - to one of the older Quorra-and-Flynn hideouts
WARNINGS: There shouldn't be any!
To say that Quorra was overjoyed by the idea of the Outlands getting mapped was an understatement. Not that she could spend so much time inside the Grid to be of full help to the endeavor, but when she was and there was a chance to help, she was all over it.
With how much better she knew the Outlands than almost anyone else, her volunteering was welcome. And since Flynn knew she was well capable of handling the vehicle and aware of its limitations, when she asked for one - with information which area she would be scanning, too, and the checkpoints she would be making - she got a lightrunner for that.
And lightrunners could fit two.
So she could dig out company. She parked in front of Drive's building and bounced up to knock on his room, all bright-eyed and eager, knocking on his door. Hopefully, he'd be home.