[semi-open] computer programs + space lsd = ???

[smellslikejail]

who ; the residents of Tronhaus
what ; TRIPPIN' BALLS also trip-sitting, depending on who you are
where ; Tronhaus
when ; Saturday the 14th
warning(s) ; ... computer programs tripping for the very first time?

Comments

Open to anyone.

[survivethesiren]

[Perhaps some other people were getting pleasant hallucinations.

Nice things. Like colors. Or tastes. Our sounds that were enjoyable.

But not Gem, oh no.

On top of having a sunburned face, Gem now had him blathering on in her ear. Sitting on things, and being a regular pester.

Not that it was any different from usual.

The Siren is sitting on a couch in the living area, rubbing her temple.]

Shut up. Please...shut up.

Is that any way to speak to your dear leader? Though we should do something about that awful color on your face. It's clashing with your hair!

And who decorated this place? It's so dreary...

[And so Castor-hallucination blathers on, as Gem tries in vain to ignore him.]

[popcorngifs]

[ Alan Bradley, guardian of legacies and drugged out programs. Walks around one side of the couch with slow, deliberate movements, as not to startle her. Gem clearly wasn't having a feel good high a lot of the others were subject to. ]

Thought I'd drop in, see how you were doing.

[survivethesiren]

[Gem's eyes focused on Alan for a moment, then back on Castor]

He just--Gem, he just sat on me. Are you truly going to allow that?

[A smile flickered on her face for just a moment. Yes. Yes she was going to allow that. Returning her attention back on Alan, she gave a lone shrug.]

Everyone seems to be...dealing with pleasant things. I seem to be having a bad User week.

[popcorngifs]

At least you look like you're handling yourself well enough, all things considered.

[ Alan specifically slips a looks in there. Appearances were almost made to be deceiving, and Gem struck him as someone who figured that out before most. ]

[survivethesiren]

I don't see the need to act like a fool merely because things are...beyond me.

[Being self contained with her emotions had kept her alive for cycles. Yes, her temper could get the best of her, but only in the worst situations.

And right now her old leader would not shut.up]

I am currently seeing someone I would very much not like to see.

[Honesty? Well, Alan you can have it.]

[popcorngifs]

Good strategy to have.

[ He nods, only to stop when she mentioned this someone she doesn't want to see. ]

Oh, I apologize, would you rather stick this one out on your own? I didn't mean to intrude.

[survivethesiren]

[She shakes her head.]

No--no. I don't mean you. He's a...hallucination.

[She rolls her eyes. Not at him, but at how ridiculous that sounds.]

He's someone who talks more than is ever necessary, so you are a welcome break from it.

[popcorngifs]

Well, you appear to have a pretty good handle on it. If you just need me to keep talking to quiet what ever it is that's bothering you, I won't be put out.

[ drugs r weird ]

[survivethesiren]

I just wish he would shut up.

[Gem in fact, wants to scream at him. But considering he isn't real and she doesn't want to cause a scene in front of Alan, she instead grits her teeth together, occasionally looking just past the User, before returning her attention to him.]

Yes, please.

Are you settling in, now? Understanding what we are, better?

[popcorngifs]

Just...taking it day by day.

[ Rolls his shoulders and offers a smile, Gem was the one who needed to be calmed, not him. ]

Don't suppose this phantom of yours has a name?

[survivethesiren]

It can be difficult.

[She gestured to her face as a explanation.]

His name is Zuse, or Castor, depending on what he is going by.

He is my old leader.

[Subjugation or not, he was still her leader.]

[popcorngifs]

I didn't notice.

[ He really didn't, Gem could've changed her hair and he would have commented on the weather. ]

Yes, I've gotten the impression Flynn's Grid had a lot of...schism attached to it, in a lot of ways. Which name did he prefer?

[survivethesiren]

Oh.

[That gets her smiling a bit. Glad to know she's still pretty.]

Currently, Castor. Zuse is a name he avoids due to the past attached to it.

BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.

[a_perfect_end]

[Someone here does not look to be tripping the light fantastic. Something is clearly bothering her, and the uneasy need to fix it does not stop at Flynn. They are all--or almost all--prior system residents, all under his responsibility, and.

Gem had at least met with him, before casting her lots.]

'Shut up,' she says. [He eases arms and shoulders along the back of the sofa, sidles up next to her but carefully out of hitting range.] Wouldn't be the first time.

You feeling alright?

I WISH FOR GOOD THINGS ONLY >(

[survivethesiren]

[Casting lots hasn't been done, just yet. This house is acceptable, easier. Neutrality in ways that other places wouldn't be. Though right now, with the mess of Programs freaking out, she couldn't deny that silence would be much more acceptable.

Not that Castor wouldn't be with her.

Blinking when she sees Clu approach, she doesn't even have the energy enough to look alarmed. Instead, she shrugs once. Clu, for once, is a welcome respite to Castor.]

I wasn't talking to you, Clu.

[She gestures to a place two feet from Clu, on the edge of the sofa.]

Castor is currently running his vocal processors at me. Has been for the past two hours.

[A beat.]

And yes, I realize he isn't really there. It doesn't change the annoyance.

BABY, I'M THE BEST THERE IS. >3

[a_perfect_end]

Whoa, Castor? [There is nothing false about Clu's slight wince at the name. As far as he's concerned, Zuse's true designation should've been Insufferable.] That's rough.

You know, I've always wondered one thing about him...Is there an off switch?

[Just enough wit, just a bitter enough edge. It's not really a declaration of intent, it's not really an offer, but it could be.

On second glance, she doesn't look as firmly settled here, after all.]