[ Video call | Anyone | Day 66, early morning ]

[isoalgorithm]

[When Quorra appears on the screen, she's sitting cross-legged on the floor in her living room, surrounded by what at first glance appear to be the picked-apart remains of several dozen shiny green bugs. On closer inspection, they appear to be mechanical in nature, with gold flecks glinting among tiny green microchips

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[arcadeboss]

Are those... grid-bugs? [Enter a confused 80s Flynn.]

Those aren't supposed to be outside the system...

[isoalgorithm]

[Quorra whips around, her mouth dropping open. And yes, all she does for a second is stare at him.] Flynn! [He's really real. He's really here.

She drops the Gridbug and steps over the rest, dashing over to him, and there's absolutely no hesitation as she flings her arms around his neck.] You made it!

[arcadeboss]

Whoa! [Flynn is caught off-guard for a moment, certainly not expecting such an enthusiastic greeting. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around Quorra in return.]

Glad I did. I'm not gonna lie, it's scary out there.

[isoalgorithm]

[Quorra laughs, the sound a little choked and teary as she presses her face against his shoulder. He may not know her, but he's Flynn and he's alive and that's good enough for her at the moment.]

I never thought I'd see you again.

[arcadeboss]

[isoalgorithm]

[With another laugh, Quorra pulls back, her hands on his shoulders as she peers up into his face. It's strange, seeing him young again like this - almost like looking at CLU...But there's a kindness in his eyes that could never be found in CLU's.]

I'm sure you have a lot of questions. [Some of the answers she might have to keep to herself for now, she knows. It's going to be difficult enough explaining to Flynn just how she knows him, and she's not sure he'll even believe that much.]

[arcadeboss]

Guilty as charged.

[He tries to think of where to begin, but true enough, there are a lot of questions he wants to ask.]

Right now, I think the million dollar question is: how do you know me? Not that I mind, it's just a little strange...

[isoalgorithm]

[Quorra doesn't answer straight away. Instead, she steps back, glancing down at her feet with a thoughtful frown as she thinks of the best way to start. When she meets Flynn's gaze again her expression is intent, serious, blue-green eyes wide and unblinking.]

It was after you took down the MCP and became CEO of ENCOM. You created a new Grid. That was where we met. Although that hasn't happened for you yet, I know you very well, Kevin Flynn.

[arcadeboss]

[He takes in her words, mulling them around in his head. CEO of Encom? Creator of a new Grid? Very nice. Sounded like he had quite a future to look forward to.]

So you're a program, right?

[isoalgorithm]

[He's taking it well. Quorra knows she shouldn't be surprised. This is Flynn, after all.

She nods in response to his question, blinks, then shakes her head in quick negation.] Yes. Well, no. Not any more. The laser undigitized me. I'm as real as you now.

[arcadeboss]

[isoalgorithm]

[Quorra shrugs modestly, looking down at her feet with a hint of embarrassment in her smile. She glances back up at Flynn after a moment, peering at him through her eyelashes, almost shyly.] One might even call it...a miracle.

[arcadeboss]

[isoalgorithm]

[She turns away abruptly so he won't see the expression on her face.] That's not important right now. What's important is that you're here and you're safe. I found a basket in the kitchen...I think it's yours. [When she turns back to him, her face is unreadable.] I think you're meant to stay here, with me. If you want to.

oh, I heard that there were zombies in the kitchens

[arcadeboss]

THERE IS YES. Woo zombie janitor, trololo~

[isoalgorithm]

Fruit and a note, I got one just like it when I first arrived-

Oh. Don't mind Tron. He's just the housekeeper. [Yep, she named her zombie Tron. Ironic in more than one way, but she doesn't know that. Yet.] He's tame, he won't bite.