skies open up and the angel starts fallin'
Who: namesram, heyalanhey, religiousnut (appearing with mun permission), YOU~
What: THIS WAS A TRIUMPH.
Where: Tron City, near the Arcade (and/or other places).
When: several weeks, Grid-time, after the Labyrinth.
Warnings: none?
They landed in the Arcade.
Predictable, yeah. In fact, Lora had predicted it. The predictability was reassuring as the three travelers turned to scan the area around them, their tense looks dissolving into relieved grins as each confirmed that both of his companions had made the trip safely. Roy pulled up the desktop interface, two identically curious doppelgangers looking over his shoulders, and smiled as the readout came up.
"That's it," he murmured, reaching clap both his programs on their shoulders. "According to this, we should be back where we came from."
"We did it," grinned Ram. (Well, one of him.)
"Wicked,~" grinned the other. (They'd picked up some interesting language on the other side of the screen.)
Roy let out a snort of laughter. That led to more laughter, and backslaps, and hugs, perhaps a little tighter than they normally would have been. He and his programs had fought fire in the last few days and come out on top, and there was a possibility it wasn't over yet. Even if Lora had managed to put them back on the Grid where they'd come from, there was no telling what had happened there in the time they'd been gone.
A few moments later, the doors of the Grid's Arcade swung wide and the three strode out onto the Free Grid. First stop: a directory, to see where certain programs and Users could be located these days. Next stop: well, that would depend on the first.
Hey, Tron City.
Long time.~
[[Incredibly belated -- this was supposed to happen December 1, darnit! -- but Ram and Ram and Roy are now back on the Grid!~ Feel free to run into all or any of them as they spread out to hunt up the people they've been missing for all these days.~]]
What: THIS WAS A TRIUMPH.
Where: Tron City, near the Arcade (and/or other places).
When: several weeks, Grid-time, after the Labyrinth.
Warnings: none?
They landed in the Arcade.
Predictable, yeah. In fact, Lora had predicted it. The predictability was reassuring as the three travelers turned to scan the area around them, their tense looks dissolving into relieved grins as each confirmed that both of his companions had made the trip safely. Roy pulled up the desktop interface, two identically curious doppelgangers looking over his shoulders, and smiled as the readout came up.
"That's it," he murmured, reaching clap both his programs on their shoulders. "According to this, we should be back where we came from."
"We did it," grinned Ram. (Well, one of him.)
"Wicked,~" grinned the other. (They'd picked up some interesting language on the other side of the screen.)
Roy let out a snort of laughter. That led to more laughter, and backslaps, and hugs, perhaps a little tighter than they normally would have been. He and his programs had fought fire in the last few days and come out on top, and there was a possibility it wasn't over yet. Even if Lora had managed to put them back on the Grid where they'd come from, there was no telling what had happened there in the time they'd been gone.
A few moments later, the doors of the Grid's Arcade swung wide and the three strode out onto the Free Grid. First stop: a directory, to see where certain programs and Users could be located these days. Next stop: well, that would depend on the first.
Hey, Tron City.
Long time.~
[[Incredibly belated -- this was supposed to happen December 1, darnit! -- but Ram and Ram and Roy are now back on the Grid!~ Feel free to run into all or any of them as they spread out to hunt up the people they've been missing for all these days.~]]