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[changedthegame]

[This dream is much different than the last. That’s easy enough to see by the state of the Grid. Yes, you’re on the Grid again. But it’s not desolate like it was last time. It’s actually a pretty lively place. There are Programs and Users, alike, walking around, as well as a mix of ISOs and Basics. Tron City is still a bustling place fully in it’s

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[whitleas]

[It's strange, the things dreams will make you believe. Instead of an experienced Pokemon Trainer, Whitlea's a relatively new User, making her way through the sea of Programs and fellow Users and just trying to figure out exactly where she fits in this strange new world.

Which is quite possibly what brings her to the bar, seated next to Sam as she looks around with a fascinated expression on her face. If only Cheren and Bianca were here with her. She had to tell them about the program she met sometime--what was his name again? N?

These thoughts and more run through her head as she tries to decide on what to drink.]

[changedthegame]

[Sam glances at Whitlea out of the corner of his eye and then holds up his hand to get the bartender's attention, pointing to his own glass. He doesn't say anything until the second glass arrives. It's the same bright, glowing blue liquid that Sam's drinking. He pushes the fresh glass toward Whitlea, turning to face her as he does so]

Here, try this.

[whitleas]

Hm?

[She looks at the drink, then smiles before taking a sip. It's...certainly different from any other drink she's ever tasted before, but in a good way.]

...Thanks.

[changedthegame]

[Sam smiles, himself, and leans against the bar, scooping up his own glass]

Your first time here?

[whitleas]

In the club? Yeah. I've been on the Grid for a while, though.

[changedthegame]

Good, then I'm not playing bad host. In that case, though, welcome to the End of Line. If you've been to the Grid before, then I'm sure we've been through introductions already, but... refresh my memory? I've seen a lot of Users through here over the cycles.

[whitleas]

I don't think you are. Anyway, I'm Whitlea.

[changedthegame]

Whitlea. [He holds out his hand] Sam. So, what finally brought you here? To the club, I mean.

[whitleas]

[She grabs it and shakes it.]

Curiosity played a big part.

[changedthegame]

[Sam finishes off the rest of his drink and hops off the bar stool, patting Whitlea's arm] Come with me. There are a lot more interesting places to be than here, though I'm sure you know that.

[whitleas]

Great!

[She follows, carefully getting off the school.]

So where to?

[changedthegame]

Well, there are some higher level Sentries on the Game Grid right now. Light tank battle. If you're- [He shakes his head and grins] Do you come here to watch the games, or do you play too?

[whitleas]

I just watch the games, actually.

[changedthegame]

[Once at the elevator that'll take them back down to street level, Sam hits the call button, and then turns toward Whitlea again. He pulls his disc off his back and spins it between his hands] Just watch? It's time to do more than watch.