[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.

[uniquealgorithm]

[Quorra is stretched out on the floor, in the hallway, on her back. One leg is hooked up, her foot tapping against the wall to some beat only she can hear as she giggles endlessly. She's holding both of her hands up over her head and wiggling her fingers through the air slowly, her eyes wide and fascinated.]

I can hear the energy...

[popcorngifs]

[ Tonight's line up will be subject to a change in casting. Playing the role of Damage Control Dad in lieu of Flynn will be Alan Bradley. Quorra is his first stop on his walk through the house, in his trek to make sure no one dies. He bends down next to her, regarding her like a heavily sedated pet that just came out of the vet's office. ]

Wouldn't you rather get in tune with the energy in your room? More, uh, room for all that energy.

[uniquealgorithm]

[Quorra peers up at him, her head slowly tilting to the side and then even dragging her body along as if she's trying to get a better look at him. Eventually she points at him. Very firmly.]

Alan. You have energy in your...

[She pauses, frowning, because she doesn't know the word. Her hands start moving, and she runs her finger down from her neck to her stomach in demonstration.]

Neck. fabric. thing. Necfabring. Energy Necfabring.

[popcorngifs]

Yes, what is a "tie"?

[ He pulls at the end of said tie, confident he just won the daily double. ]

I'll cut you a deal- you can take the energy conduit, more commonly known as a tie, in exchange for the knowledge you'll retreat to the safety of your room where I can keep a better eye on you. Deal?

[uniquealgorithm]

Tie. Tiiiiiiiiiie. T-tie. That's a wonderful word.

[She smiles brightly and sits up, reaching out almost grabby-handed for the tie.]

I will protect the energy necfabring! Of course!

[popcorngifs]

[ It was a miracle he loosened his tie before Quorra took his neck with it. It slide out his hand and passed to Quorra with the ease of water rolling out of his grasp. He could take some amusement in this, it wasn't like any of this was her fault. ]

I am bestowing upon you, the energy conduit of Alan T. Bradley. For the good of Users and Programs everywhere you, Quorra, are its new protector. Go forth and fulfill your destiny.

Safely in your room.

...thank you, by the way. hahahah.

[uniquealgorithm]

[She took the tie and pressed it to her stomach, standing up quickly.]

Of course! I will protect it. In my room. Of course! Thank you!

[She looked so earnest, really, so thrilled, big happy smile and wide eyes as she turned and nearly scampered down the hall to her room.]

Open.

[fight4theusers]

[Hey, you're soon joined by another high-as-a-kite Program, who flops down on his back next to you.]

You can hear it too? So... wow. I never knew... it's amazing, isn't it? [He grins over at her, a rare expression on his face.]

Re: Open.

[uniquealgorithm]

[Quorra literally flinches away when he flops down, her eyes the size of dinner plates as she stares at him. She's got a tie clenched between her hands now, having managed to stay in her room for maybe fifteen minutes after Alan sent her off.]

[She just stares at Tron.]

wow. You're all...sparkly...

Re: Open.

[fight4theusers]

[Tron rolls to his side, staring at her, his eyes wide.] So're you. So... bright. [He waves his hand in the air between them, fingers glowing, the lines on his armor pulsing faintly.] Can you feel it all?