My Kind of Town-- Chicago is

[electrifythem]

Who: Open to Everybody! Mingle with the other programs and users!
Where: The End of Line Club
When: The Present
Warnings: I have no idea IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOU FOLK.

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[the_gamesmaster]

Flynn pushed the doors open and walked into the crowded bar area. He smiled as he knew Castor would be enjoying all the patronige he would be getting tonight. He scanned the area over the sea of heads to see if the famous bar tender was anywhere, strutting his stuff.

He stopped at the bar and sat on one of the many stools. Looking around he spotted a few programs drinking and having a good time.

[dollyoftheeol]

Dolly was right there where she belonged, namely in the thick of things with a tray of drinks. She'd decided on straight hair that evening instead of her occasional curls, pulling it back in a low tail swept dramatically over one shoulder.

She fit in the club the same way Castor did, blending in, but still visible enough, mostly thanks to the uniform, watching her work, it would be hard to guess that she'd just been rerezzed not even a cycle before. She was in he element at the moment, drifting from table to table, clearing empty glasses and setting down full ones.

[disc_warrior]

Decked out in his white and silver EoL uniform with pale blue circuitry - Lizor patrolled the perimeter as usual. Keeping an eye out for trouble as well as keeping another eye out for Castor in case he was needed.

For the most part he kept to himself, though he offered nods to other programs when they waved at him or tossed a greeting his way. Many of them were regulars he saw on most of his shifts. He did intend however, to say hello to any of his friends if they decided to drop by. For now though - he was silent and observant while sticking to the side lines.

[alan1_tron]

Tron walked into the club as his eyes adjusted to the busy environment. He looked around and immediately found a familiar face. Lizor. It looked like he was observing. Something Tron usually did when he was in a busy environment. He slowly walked closer to the other security program.

'Greetings, Lizor. It's a busy evening tonight, isn't it?,' he nodded once.

[disc_warrior]

Lizor's head turned as Tron approached. Ah, the one that hailed from the Encom system. He had helped him when he was clearing out the old Courtyard. His eyes narrowed with pleased recognition.

"Hello Tron." His mouth quirked slightly at the comment. "It normally is. When the place is open it is rare to see a section of floor in here." He joked with his usual serious faced humor. "I am not immediately needed by the Club Owner at the moment - so I am merely patrolling around the venue." He tilted his head slightly. "How have you been functioning lately?"

[alan1_tron]

He nodded in agreement. "Yes. It's usually quite hard to find an empty space on the floor. It just shows how popular this venue is. It's nice to see programs and Users enjoying themselves." He looked around and smiled.

"I am well, thanks. I've just been patrolling myself. Just seeing how things are going and looking for possible threats. I should spend some more time relaxing in here but work always seems to win." He smiled.

[tanks4thememory]

Clu couldn't believe he'd waited so long to pay a visit to the End of Line Club. Sure, there had been plenty of bars and other places to get refined energy in his home domain and the various Systems he'd visited in the past, but they had nothing on this place. Everything was brightly lit in white, but not so much that it was uncomfortable. The staff all seemed to be in white too, and most of them seemed to have white circuits as well, even the masked MP3s he could see up in their booth above the action.

'Seems like Castor really likes advertizing that he and his employees are high-end programs,' Clu thought. 'Or, at least, he wants others to think that.' He'd never met Castor, the club's owner, but had seen a few images of him and would know him if he saw him. Not that he'd have been hard to spot in any case; the proprietor of the End of Line had a very distinctive look to him

[dollyoftheeol]

Dolly probably wasn't a familiar face, since he hadn't been part of her Grid. She swept her way easily behind the bar, dropping the glasses from her tray into the recycler before collecting a tray-ful of new ones in a variety of colors.

If she was startled by his appearance she didn't show it, just arched both brows, steadying her tray again, holding it carefully against her side, "Administrator. Don't often see you around these parts." And she was fairly certain that Lizor had told her he'd been overthrown, or something similar.

[tanks4thememory]

Clu turned as an unfamiliar woman, a waitress at the club, from the looks of her, adressed him. At least he assumed she meant him when she said 'Administrator' and not the Tron who was currently acting as such.

"Hmm?" he said, and noticed that she was definately adressing him. "Oh! No-no, I'm not him," he assured her quickly. "I'm not even from this Grid. I'm the original Clu, a hacking program Flynn wrote for the Encom System. I rerezzed here not even a cycle ago. I just... look alot like him, that's all." He shrugged slightly. At least she didn't seem frightened, which was a good thing.

[dollyoftheeol]

Both brows arched, "Oh! it's a remarkable resemblance, no offence meant." She smiled then, "I think I can see the differences now though, just took a closer look is all." She gave him a wink before shifting her grasp on the tray, holding it more steady so she could offer a hand, "Dolly. Obviously I work here, just returned not too long ago myself."

[clu_version1]

Clu didn't know what to expect when he passed through the doors into the End of Line. So much had changed since he'd been in his system last. There was no End of Line where he had come from. Programs drank from the energy pools where they could find them. This was a difference. He looked around to try and spot any familiar faces as he made his way through the crowds to the bar area