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Who: isomorphology and you!
What: Shenanigans with the ISO
Where: Staring outside of Flynn's Arcade
When: 11/27 Dusk
Warnings: None yet.
The riots had ended, but the people of the city still seemed angry and divided. Quorra kept to herself about it. The last time she had seen riots or anything like it was when CLU took over the Grid. That wasn't even a riot, really, but a military take over. Still, she didn't want to open up the Arcade at night until she knew it'd be safe. Dusk was settling over Promenade, which meant soon things would go from voice to teneka.
Quorra leaned on the pillars of the doorway into the Arcade, looking up at the sky. She'd been thinking more than she should be since she snapped back to being herself. About Tron, Rinzler, Flynn... all of it. She sighed and shook her head. What was the point in thinking about it when nothing would change?
((ooc: feel free to brackets or prose :D))
What: Shenanigans with the ISO
Where: Staring outside of Flynn's Arcade
When: 11/27 Dusk
Warnings: None yet.
The riots had ended, but the people of the city still seemed angry and divided. Quorra kept to herself about it. The last time she had seen riots or anything like it was when CLU took over the Grid. That wasn't even a riot, really, but a military take over. Still, she didn't want to open up the Arcade at night until she knew it'd be safe. Dusk was settling over Promenade, which meant soon things would go from voice to teneka.
Quorra leaned on the pillars of the doorway into the Arcade, looking up at the sky. She'd been thinking more than she should be since she snapped back to being herself. About Tron, Rinzler, Flynn... all of it. She sighed and shook her head. What was the point in thinking about it when nothing would change?
((ooc: feel free to brackets or prose :D))