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? ( after the jump~ )
[Tron is now sitting on the floor of the kitchen, a glass of water in his hand. He's staring at it very intently, as though it holds all the secrets of the User world within.]
It's so... beautiful...
[He dips his fingers in the water and draws them to his mouth, circuit lines on his armor flaring brighter.]
[ Alan had a plan, he also had a mini bag of popcorn that's been in the pocket of his jacket since his arrival. The plan was simple- he was going to put a pot of coffee on, nuke his bag of popcorn, then return to the task of rounding up any stray programs or Users still under the influence.
That plan went too hell in a hand basket the moment he stepped into the kitchen. ]
[Tron looks up from his concentration, his face brightening at the sight of his User.] Alan-1! [Yes, he forgot not to call him that. Sorry Alan. He holds up the glass of water as though it's the most precious thing in the world.] Look, isn't it amazing?
[Tron nods in happy acquiescence.] Whatever you ask of me. But... the energy in the water... it's so good...
[He leans into Alan slightly, humming in contented bliss.] I feel... good. Everything looks so bright, Alan-1. And there are Bits. Do you see them? They're... flying everywhere.
[Alan had to wonder if he himself would have acted in a such a manner if he dropped whatever it was Flynn experimented with back in college. A sobering thought. ] I'm sure the energy on the bottle watered channel is just as good.
[ Alan goes from concerned User to crutch, shifting his weight so to better support a happily disoriented Tron. He also gained a sudden awareness of how many sharp objects and hard surfaces were in a kitchen. ]
Maybe we should get you somewhere that isn't the kitchen floor.
[Tron blinks up at him, then looks dazedly around the room. He doesn't seem to realize that he had been on the floor. It was perfectly comfortable and he was near the water...]
But... the energy is here. [He rests his head on Alan's shoulder, as though it's suddenly too heavy to hold up.]
[Tron looks curiously at the glass in his hand, then around him, trying to see the other program.]
I... don't see him. Hallucination? Not real?
[He blinks up at the ceiling, where he's seeing masses of Bits floating around, flashing between their yes-no-yes configuration.] Do you see all the Bits?
It's so... beautiful...
[He dips his fingers in the water and draws them to his mouth, circuit lines on his armor flaring brighter.]
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That plan went too hell in a hand basket the moment he stepped into the kitchen. ]
Oh, Tron.
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Tron, can you do me a favor? Can you let me borrow that, for a bit?
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Tell me, how are you feeling? Nothing out of the ordinary, just the mundane streams of cosmic energy floating around in the water?
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[He leans into Alan slightly, humming in contented bliss.] I feel... good. Everything looks so bright, Alan-1. And there are Bits. Do you see them? They're... flying everywhere.
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[ Alan goes from concerned User to crutch, shifting his weight so to better support a happily disoriented Tron. He also gained a sudden awareness of how many sharp objects and hard surfaces were in a kitchen. ]
Maybe we should get you somewhere that isn't the kitchen floor.
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But... the energy is here. [He rests his head on Alan's shoulder, as though it's suddenly too heavy to hold up.]
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Gem, he's ignoring me. This isn't..he's ignoring me. Make him stop!
...You aren't real. That's why he's ignoring you.
[She is getting what the Users call a headache, and she tries to focus on Tron.]
It's water.
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N-no... it's... it's energy. Can't you feel it? [He dips his fingers in again and licks them, shivering slightly.]
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[She leans against the counter, watching him. And then watch Castor prance about Tron, trying to get his attention.]
Castor, stop it, please.
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Castor?
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I'm seeing him. He's currently trying to get the glass from you.
He isn't real, though. Hallucination, Flynn called it.
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I... don't see him. Hallucination? Not real?
[He blinks up at the ceiling, where he's seeing masses of Bits floating around, flashing between their yes-no-yes configuration.] Do you see all the Bits?
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[Gem sits down in front of him, sighing.]
No, I do not. It's all in your own databanks.
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