Eighth Delivery | Day | Public Video

[not_puppet]

Is anyone still themselves around here? Memories intact and everything?

[Cloud doesn't care about the hows or the whys right now... he's more concerned about how he's going to look after ALL THE KIDS by himself.]

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[video]

[notglitching]

I haven't changed. [So very wrong.]

Though this system's unfamiliar to me. Promenade, yes?

[video]

[not_puppet]

...

If you say that and you don't know where you have, then I think you did change.

[video]

[notglitching]

I just arrived.

That doesn't mean memory damage-I'd know if my disk had been tampered with. [Far truer than usual.]

[video]

[not_puppet]

You...ID on the network. I'm pretty sure I've seen it around here and there in the two months I've been here. Unless there's another guy with the same ID as you, you've been here before.

[video]

[notglitching]

[Tron's head tilts, expression faintly skeptical. Still, it shouldn't be difficult to check. His gaze flicks slightly to the side of the screen as he taps into his communicator's signature, runs a scan through the network.

His expression shifts with an uncertain frown. There are instances, far more than makes sense. He picks one, glances through to see-]

...what?

[The program stares for a moment, expression utterly still. Then the feed cuts.]

oops....did Cloud break him?

[not_puppet]

[Cloud frowns at the sudden feed cut, then shrugs. Guy must have gotten a shock or something. But Tron/Rinzler isn't a kid, so he's not going to worry too much.]

Yes. O.O

[notglitching]

I am very sorry?

[not_puppet]

Don't be! It'll be *interesting*.

[notglitching]