Well He's Out All Night to Collect a Fare

[electrifythem]

Who: Open to Everybody! Mingle with the other programs and users!
Where: The End of Line Club
When: The Present
Warnings: I have no idea IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOU FOLK

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[disc_warrior]

Lizor was ready, at his post and in uniform, patrolling the bar and keeping an eye out for anything amiss. From Castor's first appearance and through the shift, he would keep within sight, dark eyes watchful as he kept an eye on his employer. If anything - the disc warrior was dedicated at his job...even though he felt quite strongly that what he did here was on a way smaller scale than what he was accustomed to.

In any case - he threw the same dedication, and stubborn loyalty and attention to detail as he did on any assigned task. He was accustomed to his white and silver uniform now - the colors contrasting still with his dark hair, eyes and markings. He was easy to spot, and most regulars knew him on sight and knew not to mess with him.

He paid no mind to the pounding music - as he stayed within line of sight of Castor (unless he was summoned) - or remained watchful on the premises if his employer went up to his private office alone.

[electrifythem]

Castor eyes Lizor almost immediately; it's been awhile since he really spoke to the other program in more than passing order, and tonight this nags at him. He gives a wide smile and swings his cane behind his back, the weight of it resting against gloved fingers on the hooked end.

As soon as Lizor is within reach, Castor is at his front, chattering immediately and straightening the lapels of his uniform. He fussily smoothes and plants his cane squarely down between them as he pulls it straighter over the man's shoulders, though in reality there's little tending needed -- Lizor cleans up well.

"And how are you finding your continued employment, my dear Lizor?" He looks up at the bold-featured man, tilting his head to the side.

[disc_warrior]

Lizor drew up to his full height at the very sudden, close proximity of the other program, but he did not shift to move backward...merely looking down with his usual intensity as Castor fussed at his uniform. His circuits flickered slightly at the contact - but his face revealed nothing.

At the question he inclined his head for a moment. "Well enough." He said in polite careful tones. "It normally is quiet really." Well quiet for a place pounding with music. He meant more along the lines of - nothing unusual really happened. That was a good thing of course, since it meant that Castor, his first priority was safe...followed by the patrons of the bar. However a quiet part of him did miss a proper challenge. A bigger purpose.

He did not want to seem ungrateful - for he was always grateful for Castor assisting him - so he remained silent.

[electrifythem]

"I noticed you tend to have a bit of an entourage some nights," He smiled, "I was relieved to find you were still as sociable as I recall. Are they old friends?" He smoothes his hands over Lizor's chest, no longer fidgeting with the man's clothes so much as handling him in a proprietary fashion, leaning in. He looks him over, his usual infinitely pleased grin plastered across his face.

[quorrious]

Quorra was there, at 'her' table in the corner, where she usually sat when she came to the club. Apparently her encounter with Clu the last time she was there hadn't scared her off of the place, which shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone who knew her. She hadn't let him win before, and she certainly wasn't going to let him win now.

Though, at the moment, she wasn't even thinking about the encounter, mostly she was just grinning, Radia had returned, and that was enough to lighten her mood for the rest of forever, really. So she was sitting and smiling, arms uncovered as they usually were these days, just watching the crowd and thinking about moving out to the dance floor.

[boomersecurity]

It was difficult, if not nigh on impossible, for Boomer to go unnoticed, which was why, at times like this, he didn't even try. He was doing what he usually did, which was taking up space at the end of the bar and keeping an eye on the crowd, because even when he was on downtime he was still a security program through and through.

It had been a better day than usual, no emergencies had cropped up, and it was looking like there wouldn't be anything that needed his immediate attention for a while longer, which was exactly why he was enjoying his well-deserved drink, head bobbing, just a little, to the music.

[electrifythem]

He's chuckling privately to himself as he comes up behind the man with a spare decanter. Slyly topping up the man's drink with a half-muttered, "Pardon me," as he sidles in beside Boomer on the empty stool next to him. He pointedly plants his cane beside himself, signifying his intention to buckle down with the other for the next while. The accessory staying easily upright as ever and flashes him a bright grin.

"Evening, monitor."

[boomersecurity]

"Just Boomer's fine." He replied with a rumble of a laugh, "No reason to fall back on titles now, hm?"

He cocked his head, "How's business been treating you?" As far as he could tell the place was busier even than it had been the last time he'd swung by, but it could be that it was just as busy, only with programs who were more relaxed now than they had been before.

[dualtrainers]

The twins were having a great time, they'd already had, perhaps, a little too much to drink, but that was hardly slowing them down, tangled around each other on the dance floor, both of them making sure the other wasn't going to fall over, and grinning matching, lopsided grins.

They were occasionally dragging others into their tangle, letting them go again before long, because it wasn't fun if not everybody in the dance-tangle wasn't having fun. And really that was all they were trying to do, make sure everyone was having a good time.

[firefixit]

Grinning from a distance, Fire watched as the twin programs dragged another unsuspecting program into their dance. She'd discovered, since meeting them, that their energy tolerance was somewhat lower than a standard program's. It didn't seem to be impeding them at all, however, and it certainly didn't seem to be stopping them from having fun.

Making her way over, Fire slid into the huddle as the other program exited. She reached out to both twins, her left hand on Sin's hip and her right on Dex's, rolling against them as she danced with them.

"Hello again," she murmured.

[dualtrainers]

She got one of their usual shared grins and Dex slung an arm around her waist in turn, mostly just because he could really, "Fire, fancy meeting you here." Sin was laughing softly as well, swinging himself around to loop an arm around his twin's waist, chin hooked over Dex's shoulder, "How are you? Doing well we trust?"

[firefixit]

Fire smiled, shifting closer so that she could wrap her arms around both twins and rest her hands on Sin's back. "Where else would I be but the End of Line when it's my downtime?" Fire asked playfully. "And yes, I'm well. How about you? Plenty of clients to be trained?"

[leescarecrow]

Lee settled into a seat with his back to the wall and flagged down a member of the staff. He ordered the only drink he knew the name of from the waitress - a green drink.

Pulling out one of his small stash of unused datachips, Scarecrow alternated between watching the crowd and recording his earlier observations of potential trouble spots in the club.

Hopefully, he'd be able to get the information to the Club's security or owner.

Lee kept his positioning open and casual as he worked. Company would be welcome, if anyone felt like wandering his way.

[disc_warrior]

During Lizor's wanderings around the venue, keeping an eye on things - he came across quite a surprise as he spotted an unfamiliar face sitting at a booth. He definitely was not a regular. Okay, the face was very familiar....in fact it resembled Tron. However when his peripheral scans bounced back - the man's ID came up 'Unknown' with a bunch of errors. He didn't 'feel' like an ISO either. That would have come up on the scan if that was the case.

What if....no it couldn't be. Could it be a User...?

It felt like his coding was tingling all over as he approached - the energetic field around Users were typically intense - and this was no exception. Creator what do I say?? His processes worked like mad to calculate possibilities. Lizor had little experience interacting with Users. He hadn't met a Flynn since his rerezz and did not have any functioning memories of interacting with the Creator in the past. He had met Sam Flynn briefly though - and another named Edward Dillinger. But the encounters were so brief and rather awkward

[leescarecrow]

"You're not intruding," Lee relied, looking up from his notes again. "And no, my twin brother Alan programmed Tron. Since we're identical twins," gesturing at his face, he grinned, "we get mistaken for each other a lot. I'm Lee Stetson. What's your name?"

The program had an impressive poker face, but something in the set of his shoulders suggested nervousness and tension. Provided that Scarecrow was reading the other's body language correctly, of course.

[disc_warrior]

Twin? Users had twins? Though even for programs it was rare for a User to create a pair of twins that would work as a unit. Kweri and her still un-rezzed partner Sor and Dex/Sin were the only ones he knew of.

He did not make any moves to sit down - rather he remained standing at the edge of the table. "Pardon my hesitation. I did not know Users were written as Twins. Are you linked?" He wondered curiously, hoping he didn't ask something inappropriate since it pertained to User 'business'. He glanced around - Alan-One was obviously not here or Tron that he could see. His dark eyes quickly snapped back to Lee's face.

"My designation is Lizor, sir. I work security here."