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[tenpointsfrom]

[ When the PORTAL turns on it reveals what appears to be an empty bedroom ... until a man in his early twenties goes rushing past looking for something. What he's looking for is his wand - which was still sitting in his coat pocket - to conjure a proper mirror since the blasted one in his room is just forever showing a useless black surface. One

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[video]

[notglitching]

[Tron's not sure what to make of the user's reactions. But he seems to have some idea what's going on.]

What do you mean?

[video] forevah!

[potterisatool]

[ He has a feeling no matter how many times he explains it it won't help. But he might as well. The man on the PORTAL did ask him first. ]

What I mean is when I went to sleep last night I was thirty eight, both physically and mentally. Yet when I woke it was to this [ waving a hand at himself ]. Mentally my proper age and with full recollection of my imprisonment in this city yet ... I must be at least twenty one physically.

[ He stares at the man, feeling like he's missing something. But what? ARGH if only he could bloody THINK straight. ]

[video] and ever

[notglitching]

[Tron absorbs the data. It's not entirely implausible to him, and would make some sense given the large number of extremely young users here. One phrase catches his attention though.]

This place is a prison? [There's a faint electronic distortion as his voice tightens.]

[potterisatool]

It is not officially called as such but given the details it may as well be. I did not choose to come here nor can I leave when I wish to.

[ Really, something's off here. His brow furrows slightly as he focuses on the four lights on the man's chest forming a sort of T. That ... he's seen that before. ]

[notglitching]

[The program shakes his head. Tron doesn't believe in inescapable.]

I haven't been here long, but... there has to be some way out.

You are a user, yes? [He pauses, amends.] Human?

[potterisatool]

[ He flippantly ignores the comment. Foolish man. If there was a way out he could have potentially found it. Him or one of the others. All he focuses on is the odd question. ]

Yes yes, human. Entirely. Unless being a wizard makes me inhuman by someone else's worldly standards.

... user? [ His eyes narrow in thought. A memory fights its way through his jumbled emotions. Fights ... fighting ... flashes of orange and black and pain. And that exact garb the man wears- ] Rinzler ...

[notglitching]

I'm not familiar with 'wizards', but-

[The clear animosity in the others tone stops Tron short much faster than the strange word-name?]

...what?

[potterisatool]

That's your name ... that's who you are! [ Anger was swiftly taking over but- well- Rinzler didn't exactly seek him out on the PORTAL now did he? ]

[notglitching]

[Tron stares back, incredulity undisguised in his expression.]

I- [He shakes his head. This might be a user, but he's wrong. There's an edge to his voice, stance shifting faintly, uncertainty to confrontation.]

I've never met you.

[His tone softens somewhat, though the puzzlement remains.] My name is Tron.

[potterisatool]

Tron ... who the bloody hell is Tron?

[ A thought occurs to him. He is younger, and so are others. Did programs get younger too? Was it possible? ]

You absolutely have no recollection of who I am Rinz- whoever you are? None.

[notglitching]

I am.

[Tron shakes his head again, trying to curb the frustration. He knows users aren't perfect. But from in the system or out of it, he'd never been called falsely this way. He knew his designation, his function. That's what he was.]

Tron-JA-307020. Security program, written by Alan-one for the Encom system. I don't know who you think I am-or who you are.

But you're wrong. [It comes out with equal parts refusal and unhappiness.]

[potterisatool]

[ He rubbed at his face with both hands, letting out a muffled growl of frustration. ]

Nothing makes sense in this wretched city. Even more than usual.

[notglitching]

[The program watches, an uncertain frown still on his face. He doesn't know what that was.]

You've been here for some time, then.

And you met another program? [If there were more in this city... though Quorra had been the only one to respond to his check.]

[potterisatool]

Months.

I have met a few, though one disappeared not too long after I did.

[notglitching]

[Tron's head tilts briefly as he runs through the conversions. He doesn't like what he comes up with. Decicycles, more or less.]

I thought you said there was no exit.

[potterisatool]

No exit we can willingly go through to get back to our homes. Anyone who has disappeared has done so as randomly and suddenly as we all appeared.