Not apples
Who: Lora, possibly legacyguardian, and anyone who wants oranges feels like it!
Where: Starting at Flynn's arcade, but those things could have gotten anywhere!
When: Generally now-ish
What: Portal experimentation, the old way.
Warnings: This post is at least meant to be fluff. If any violence occurs, it would be entirely unintended.
All right, so while she couldn't do much in the case with the Rinzler she had had trouble with, or any more militant situations, there were still things about the Grid that Lora could find out, and all knowledge was worth having could help in some ways, right?
It was the reports about Quorra having been in two different Grids which had her playing with the settings of the laser, her mind occasionally flooding with memories of how much work it had taken Walter and her to calibrate those settings and make them modifiable, figuring out which ways the hardware could be modulated and how to get it to do exactly what they meant it to.
It was like stretching muscles she had forgotten about but which had once been very, very well-developed.
Oh, and there was a big bag of oranges. She numbered each of them, and carefully wrote the numbers against the settings batches, then grinned over at Alan.
"Ready?"
"Are you sure this is safe?"
"Reasonably. And much safer than sending a person inside to any of those places."
"True enough. Let her rip!"
Lora almost winced, as Alan echoed Walter's words of so long ago. But she did start the commands.
One by one, the oranges vanished, the number of items digitized only increasing on some of the settings.
They started with the empty Grid, and locating the oranges there was little trouble. Their number matched perfectly with the counter increment she'd noted.
The rest...
Well. There was the Grid with the constantly-open Portal to seek all those oranges in.
Where: Starting at Flynn's arcade, but those things could have gotten anywhere!
When: Generally now-ish
What: Portal experimentation, the old way.
Warnings: This post is at least meant to be fluff. If any violence occurs, it would be entirely unintended.
All right, so while she couldn't do much in the case with the Rinzler she had had trouble with, or any more militant situations, there were still things about the Grid that Lora could find out, and all knowledge was worth having could help in some ways, right?
It was the reports about Quorra having been in two different Grids which had her playing with the settings of the laser, her mind occasionally flooding with memories of how much work it had taken Walter and her to calibrate those settings and make them modifiable, figuring out which ways the hardware could be modulated and how to get it to do exactly what they meant it to.
It was like stretching muscles she had forgotten about but which had once been very, very well-developed.
Oh, and there was a big bag of oranges. She numbered each of them, and carefully wrote the numbers against the settings batches, then grinned over at Alan.
"Ready?"
"Are you sure this is safe?"
"Reasonably. And much safer than sending a person inside to any of those places."
"True enough. Let her rip!"
Lora almost winced, as Alan echoed Walter's words of so long ago. But she did start the commands.
One by one, the oranges vanished, the number of items digitized only increasing on some of the settings.
They started with the empty Grid, and locating the oranges there was little trouble. Their number matched perfectly with the counter increment she'd noted.
The rest...
Well. There was the Grid with the constantly-open Portal to seek all those oranges in.