the game is in your hands
Who: namesram, heyalanhey, YOU?
When: now
What: Plans, meetings, chance encounters... and farewells.
Warnings: none so far
Ram backed up his project status, changed his mind, rerouted it to a different directory, and backed it up again.
Preparation hadn't taken much attention, once the decision had been made. An away message for those who tried to ping him while he was gone. Notifications for Tron (all), Rinzler (many), Yori (both), Flynn and the other Users, Anon, Drive, Gem, Trill, Fire, Lizor and Aadi, Boomer and Kweri, and his other friends and neighbors, though he still intended to contact as many of them as he could and say goodbye in person. (Tron and Flynn knew already, of course; he'd gone to them first.) His stats work was safely in the hands of the team he'd been working with, well supported by backup in the form of rerezzes and duplicates; they could easily handle the work until he returned.
And that was it. All that was left was to export the contents of his flat to storage (that was funny, he hadn't thought he'd sent up the trampoline yet but it wasn't in its place) and then he'd be ready to head out.
Way, way out.
Nervous?
Yeah.
Excited?
Oh, yeah.
He took a deep breath, sent out the pings, felt an incredulous little smile sneak across his face, and wished the trampoline had still been there because he really needed to jump up and down on something right now and the couch just didn't have that lift.
_____
Elsewhere, a lance of light blazed through the sky, reflecting in refracting sparks from the textured platform where Roy stood watching as the Solar Sailer glided into its dock.
He'd done a lot of exploring since he'd arrived, meeting new people and helping out wherever he could. He'd almost gotten used to the perpetual darkened sky, the neon lines all over everything, the strange weight of the lightcycle baton in his pocket, the stranger tug of the disc port against his back. But he was still adjusting to the scale of the Grid, the way the buildings went up and up (and down and down and down) seemingly regardless of gravity, the giant flying things and the crazy, impossible loops of the lightcycle shortcuts.
He let his eyes roam, took it all in. He'd need every bit of knowledge he could get.
The line of light stretched into the distance, toward the floating ball of light that was so like and so unlike a miniature sun. He could hear his own heartbeat, pounding extra fast.
There'd be no backing out of this once they were in the real world. No way to return here, if they couldn't find Flynn or if Lora couldn't replicate whatever had happened with the laser. And he wanted to return. He wanted to keep in touch with his new friends here; he wanted to be able to tell Yori that in one universe, anyway, things had gone better.
They would. They had to.
At least Alan and Lora would probably believe him. Showing up on their doorstep with two identical clones of himself would be a pretty convincing argument.
(Hey, I'd like you guys to meet Ram. And also, Ram. Basically, we really need to talk.)
[Yes, Ram and Roy are on their way out -- but only for a while. I have NaNoWriMo going on, and have not been caught up with Ram's tags for a long time; accordingly, I'm hiatusing from making new posts until the beginning of December, though I will be tagging reeeeally sloooowly and filling the blanks between Roy's arrival and this. XD;;; Until that time, Roy and Ram will be off-Grid (BUT THEY'LL BE BACK, and feel free to pounce on them here before they leave -- this is the place for casual meetings or coming along on the Solar Sailer ride or anything fun like that), while Ko, Wulf, and Naught will be available as NPCs wherever they're needed.]]
When: now
What: Plans, meetings, chance encounters... and farewells.
Warnings: none so far
Ram backed up his project status, changed his mind, rerouted it to a different directory, and backed it up again.
Preparation hadn't taken much attention, once the decision had been made. An away message for those who tried to ping him while he was gone. Notifications for Tron (all), Rinzler (many), Yori (both), Flynn and the other Users, Anon, Drive, Gem, Trill, Fire, Lizor and Aadi, Boomer and Kweri, and his other friends and neighbors, though he still intended to contact as many of them as he could and say goodbye in person. (Tron and Flynn knew already, of course; he'd gone to them first.) His stats work was safely in the hands of the team he'd been working with, well supported by backup in the form of rerezzes and duplicates; they could easily handle the work until he returned.
And that was it. All that was left was to export the contents of his flat to storage (that was funny, he hadn't thought he'd sent up the trampoline yet but it wasn't in its place) and then he'd be ready to head out.
Way, way out.
Nervous?
Yeah.
Excited?
Oh, yeah.
He took a deep breath, sent out the pings, felt an incredulous little smile sneak across his face, and wished the trampoline had still been there because he really needed to jump up and down on something right now and the couch just didn't have that lift.
_____
Elsewhere, a lance of light blazed through the sky, reflecting in refracting sparks from the textured platform where Roy stood watching as the Solar Sailer glided into its dock.
He'd done a lot of exploring since he'd arrived, meeting new people and helping out wherever he could. He'd almost gotten used to the perpetual darkened sky, the neon lines all over everything, the strange weight of the lightcycle baton in his pocket, the stranger tug of the disc port against his back. But he was still adjusting to the scale of the Grid, the way the buildings went up and up (and down and down and down) seemingly regardless of gravity, the giant flying things and the crazy, impossible loops of the lightcycle shortcuts.
He let his eyes roam, took it all in. He'd need every bit of knowledge he could get.
The line of light stretched into the distance, toward the floating ball of light that was so like and so unlike a miniature sun. He could hear his own heartbeat, pounding extra fast.
There'd be no backing out of this once they were in the real world. No way to return here, if they couldn't find Flynn or if Lora couldn't replicate whatever had happened with the laser. And he wanted to return. He wanted to keep in touch with his new friends here; he wanted to be able to tell Yori that in one universe, anyway, things had gone better.
They would. They had to.
At least Alan and Lora would probably believe him. Showing up on their doorstep with two identical clones of himself would be a pretty convincing argument.
(Hey, I'd like you guys to meet Ram. And also, Ram. Basically, we really need to talk.)
[Yes, Ram and Roy are on their way out -- but only for a while. I have NaNoWriMo going on, and have not been caught up with Ram's tags for a long time; accordingly, I'm hiatusing from making new posts until the beginning of December, though I will be tagging reeeeally sloooowly and filling the blanks between Roy's arrival and this. XD;;; Until that time, Roy and Ram will be off-Grid (BUT THEY'LL BE BACK, and feel free to pounce on them here before they leave -- this is the place for casual meetings or coming along on the Solar Sailer ride or anything fun like that), while Ko, Wulf, and Naught will be available as NPCs wherever they're needed.]]