in this promised land

[wetherthewether]

Who: Ko, anyone
Where: Sectors 46-48, near the edge of the Outlands
When: now-ish
What: The system has mostly adapted to the power imbalances caused by the Portal, but sometimes the sky has to let off some steam.

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[quorrious]

Quorra had always loved the rain, both on the Grid and in the real world. She'd only been caught in one major storm outside, and had loved every minute of it.

There hadn't been any good storms since she'd gotten back, however, and she'd managed to miss the warning due to being out exploring the near side of the Outlands and the edge of the Sea, just in case there were any new arrivals.

She was already back to the edge of the city before she realized just how bad the storm was, almost like the ones that ravaged the Outlands from time to time, even as violent as it was, it was oddly like coming home, and she paused, just tilting her face up into the deluge.

[wetherthewether]

Ko had made her way down to the midlevels, keeping an arm hooked around the rail as the wind grew stronger. Down below, the pumps roared away to prevent flooding. The water rushing over the smooth streets made lightcycles useless, and she'd resigned herself to a long hike out of the storm sectors.

Spotting a program still out in the open, she opened her mouth to call out, but reconsidered as a tremendous peal of thunder cut through the rain. Instead, she worked her way along the rail hand over hand until she was close enough to catch Quorra's attention.

"You should be under cover!"

[quorrious]

The thunder was enough to catch her attention even if the other woman's call hadn't been, and she looked startled for a moment, letting out a relieved laugh a moment later, sweeping sodden hair out of her face, "That's where I'm going." She said, before gauging the distance between where she was and her apartment, nodding towards the building in the near-distance, "My apartment's in that one."

[wetherthewether]

"Nearby? Good." Ko held out a hand; she wasn't normally one for helping other programs along, but in a situation like this it was common decency, plain and simple. And it helped that this program wasn't indulging in tiresome panic attacks or taking unnecessary risks. There was always some bit-brain who ignored the warnings because a little rain couldn't hurt anyone, right? "Hurry -- the storm hasn't reached peak intensity yet."

Lightning snapped upward from a nearby tower. No, the peak hadn't come yet -- but it soon would.