LAND.OF.THE.LIVING. [STRANGER.DANGER. (CLOSED)]
Who: Clu and Gem
Where: The young lady's room in Tronhaus, and just outside that very door.
When: Night; approximately 6/15, game-time.
What: Skulking around at all hours is too easy when you have a head full of ghosts and no need of sleep. Besides, there's the small matter of some critical coding to go over.
Warnings/Content: There Will Be Creeping.
The past few days have been a crash course in the practical equivalents of mythological construct: hell. It's proving rough terrain, raw and new. He owes several people credits. He owes Flynn everything a drink, Rinzler everything an apology, Tron a smug and knowing grin, and Alan one heck of a rain check.
He still has to give everyone their magnets back.
Downcycle has eluded him for two full days. It is possible, the routine and all its handlers are there, but he can't reach rest.
But this? He's an old hand at this. This, he knows. He should. She gave him the clearance.
Real gentlemen enter through the doorways.
Where: The young lady's room in Tronhaus, and just outside that very door.
When: Night; approximately 6/15, game-time.
What: Skulking around at all hours is too easy when you have a head full of ghosts and no need of sleep. Besides, there's the small matter of some critical coding to go over.
Warnings/Content: There Will Be Creeping.
The past few days have been a crash course in the practical equivalents of mythological construct: hell. It's proving rough terrain, raw and new. He owes several people credits. He owes Flynn everything a drink, Rinzler everything an apology, Tron a smug and knowing grin, and Alan one heck of a rain check.
He still has to give everyone their magnets back.
Downcycle has eluded him for two full days. It is possible, the routine and all its handlers are there, but he can't reach rest.
But this? He's an old hand at this. This, he knows. He should. She gave him the clearance.
Real gentlemen enter through the doorways.