[Sam sits on the roof gazing out over the forest that spreads out around the Cair Paradisa. The wind at this height buffets him gently and he watches the sun sink. He tries to think of Quorra. He tries to think of those zen techniques she talked about (like dad on the Grid). Of his father as he knew him more than twenty years ago (that memory ( Read more... )

[Sam's visit to his room is brief.  Just a quick pitstop for a five minute shower and fresh clothes.  After spending half the day exploring the grounds (getting a feel for the place) Sam is just -done- with forests for a while.  Please, no more trees for at least three days.  Next he wants to tackle that road and see where it goes.  Quorra said ( Read more... )

[Sam has been thinking about this for a couple days now.  Gibson's arrival was enough to kick his ass into gear and get this done.  It isn't a perfect solution by any stretch, it's quick, messy and extremely temporary...but Sam's good with that.  For now at least.  Sam bites his lip and opens his journal, making sure to keep this filtered.]

( Filtered to CLU )

[Fourteen floors up. A long...long way up. There is a decent amount of noise coming from the rooftop and echoing around the stonework. Mostly laughter as Sam double checks their anchors and their harnesses again. Quorra's journal is tied to her harness, faffing about open in the wind. Good morning everyone! ]

...Okay and this line stays here. ( Read more... )

 [Clu hasn't been able to get the news from earlier out of his head that Sam is here in Paradisa. So instead of letting it settle and giving father and son a proper chance to reunite, he's out pacing the courtyard, with his journal open and in hand, lines of text forming on its surface in place of writing.]

( Filtered only to Sam Flynn )