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Who: isomorphology & notglitching
What: End of the event. Tron and Quorra return to their normal Prom selves.
Where: Some dark alleyway.
When: Forward dated to 11/16
Warnings: Fighting, fighting, property damage, fighting.
[ Promenade was it's own sort of frontier. Quorra had come to her own discovery that it wasn't digital like the TRON System was. She wasn't exactly sure what it was. Everyone said they weren't Programs, which made her wonder if they were Users like the infamous Flynn was (his son certainly was, and he was also half of Quorra's height!). If she wasn't more concerned about investigating the city with Tron, she'd be amazed and shocked by how many Users existed. ISOs didn't have a programer behind them, so the idea that there were far more Users than there were Programs was... simply put? Shocking.
Despite the dangers that lurked in the city, Quorra was excited. She always loved investigating the places of TRON City she shouldn't be in. The little holes in the code; the breaks she could exploit and learn what they did. Tron always found her. She was wondering if he had found a way to track her disk and just kept an eye for it when she was somewhere she shouldn't be.
Tron and Quorra had been over a fair bit of the city, but nothing really seemed to come of use just yet. She hopped down into the hallway from the fire escape with a sigh. This place wasn't nearly as fun as TRON City was. Quorra turned to look up behind her, waiting for Tron to catch up. ]
What: End of the event. Tron and Quorra return to their normal Prom selves.
Where: Some dark alleyway.
When: Forward dated to 11/16
Warnings: Fighting, fighting, property damage, fighting.
[ Promenade was it's own sort of frontier. Quorra had come to her own discovery that it wasn't digital like the TRON System was. She wasn't exactly sure what it was. Everyone said they weren't Programs, which made her wonder if they were Users like the infamous Flynn was (his son certainly was, and he was also half of Quorra's height!). If she wasn't more concerned about investigating the city with Tron, she'd be amazed and shocked by how many Users existed. ISOs didn't have a programer behind them, so the idea that there were far more Users than there were Programs was... simply put? Shocking.
Despite the dangers that lurked in the city, Quorra was excited. She always loved investigating the places of TRON City she shouldn't be in. The little holes in the code; the breaks she could exploit and learn what they did. Tron always found her. She was wondering if he had found a way to track her disk and just kept an eye for it when she was somewhere she shouldn't be.
Tron and Quorra had been over a fair bit of the city, but nothing really seemed to come of use just yet. She hopped down into the hallway from the fire escape with a sigh. This place wasn't nearly as fun as TRON City was. Quorra turned to look up behind her, waiting for Tron to catch up. ]