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[a_perfect_end]

It was a good year.

The year before everything--no, he just designated it The Year Before, the last full roll of the system calendar when everything had moved on schedule, when all deployments were robust and full-featured, when everything tricky shook out in beta and bugs were rare, easily stamped out by coordinated, efficient action between key

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retro timewarp! back in '86 when Jalen was Jalen!

[infectthegrid]

Another year, another step closer to Basics and ISOs working together in one parameter. A step closer to peace and understanding. The Grid, possibly heading in the direction of his dream. There was little that could compare

and before Jazz's best friend died

[meghedi]

The redhead and the blonde were standing at the edge of the plaza chatting away and watching the crowd, giving their opinions on some of the other programs and ISOs that were in attendance.

"He is kinda cute," Mika began, earning herself a flat stare from her best friend. "What?"

"Nothing," Jazz said with a snicker as she looked around. Upon spotting Jalen's arrival, she nudged Mika and nodded towards him. "Is that....?"

Mika looked and smiled. "Yes it is!" she said, waving to him. She'd seen him around Arjia once in a while, but never did get to introduce herself.

yay! and darn it disney needs to release what jalen looks like.

[infectthegrid]

It was certainly a sight to behold. The city was much larger than Arjia, and held a far greater populace. There were many more Programs present, almost as though it were a Grid Game with Tron participating. It was good to see. So many happy, celebrating, enjoying the moment. Not a sight of Basic and ISO not getting along.

Something he always loved to see.

Peace.

The sight of the two girls waving made him smile, as he waved back. He'd been recognized had he? Not that he supposed it would be hard for those that knew him. He was after all one of the first ISOs, he worked with Flynn, and alongside Radia. Not a face that was hidden from the population - especially in Arjia.

"Enjoying yourselves?" he questioned, walking over to them.

Yes they do

[meghedi]

Both girls nodded in unison, although Mika was the one to speak.

"Uh huh," she said. "Um..I'm Mika, and this is my best friend Jazz. I've seen you around Arjia before haven't I?"

90s Anon won't know what to do with '86 Jalen!

[traceurmonitor]

Anon couldn't pick many faces out of the crowds in Tron City - such was how it went for him - but would enjoy this nevertheless. Because there were ISOs around, and generally he liked them, unpredictability aside. They'd been good to him, for the short time they'd been around him. If not for that, he might be fussing more.

One of them, though. The face was unfamiliar, but the clothing not so much. It couldn't... could it? The Program he'd been locked in combat with before? He tilted his head slightly, picking his way through the crowd toward the ISO and hoping it wasn't just some trick to infect the populace.

What name was it, that Radia had said before... before? "Jalen?"

make friendship bracelets? hug? partake in crazy adventures? do stuff for radia?

[infectthegrid]

No yellow circuitry, no cracks upon his design, just your basic lines commonly found on any other ISO. Any other program. Not blue like most others, but white, like many of the other ISOs, a way to pick him out in a crowd.

So he wasn't all that surprised to find himself being noticed again.

He lacked the helmet Anon had grown used to - there wasn't any reason to keep it on all the time. And the hood? That wasn't pulled up.

"Greetings." he called back, a voice similar, but not as warped as Abraxas'. He looked the other Program over, "Do I know you?" The other seemed to know him well enough to spot him, but if this was a frist meeting, then a proper greeting would be in order.

... Jalen and Anon would be adorable best friends

[traceurmonitor]

It was odd, to see the Program this way. Normal, the way he'd been before Anon knew him. Seeing the face rather than the helmet, and normal lighted circuitry. Hearing the tone of his voice less corrupted. He was certain he was definitely in the wrong place, now, and he didn't know what to think about that.

In spite of what the Monitor knew, this wasn't the virus he'd fought so hard against so often, not really. This was an ISO, which meant he wasn't any worse than most other Programs.

He shook his head at the question. "I've just heard of you." Social conventions aren't his strong suit - he's used to being automatically identified as 'Monitor' or 'why aren't you dead yet?' and not having to give his name - but it seems like the proper thing to do, after calling out Jalen like that. "I'm Anon."

the bestest ever. filled with rainbows.

[infectthegrid]

Of course, not much of a surprise, being heard of. However being heard of, and knowing what to look for appearance-wise was entirely different. Yet, this Anon knew enough to pick him out. Perhaps it had been his height - he was rather tall - or the Arjian ISO lighting. That bright white, it didn't stand out as brightly as another colour when mixed in with all the blues, but it was different. Perhaps.

Oh well. It didn't matter in the long run.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Anon."

and puppies. or i guess bits, in their case.

[traceurmonitor]

"And you, Jalen."

It felt weird, that name. And the voice - how... normal it was - was still throwing him off. Anon was, as a usual, rather speechless as a result, uncertain what precisely he should say. At least at this point he had a natural conversation hook that wasn't related to viruses or security issues. He nodded at the area to indicate the festivities.

"Enjoying it?" he inquired.