❝ and when i know you're safe and dreaming, my escape plans in full swing. ❞

[isomorphology]

Who: isomorphology and YOU!
What: Quorra is riding around Promenade out on a drive.
Where: All over Promenade! Just list in the header or comment where you're at.
When: 8/30 Night
Warnings: Absolutely none at the moment! Feel free to comment as brackets or prose, I'll switch to whatever you'd like.

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[checksin]

[ He's standing outside the arcade waiting for her to show up so they can have a drive together. ]

[isomorphology]

[ And, a moment later, the light cycle whirls around the corner of the street, coming to a stop outside the Arcade. Someone certainly has gained skills at driving a light cycle on pavement as opposed to the streets of the Grid. Quorra shook her hair out as her helmet folded back. ]

I'm sorry I'm late! I ran into a few people on the way.

[checksin]

Here I thought you'd never come. I was about to head inside.

[isomorphology]

I'm sorry! [ She slid off the light cycle, hand out as it folded back into the baton. ]

[triumphing]

[ And Harry, hears the bike before he sees it. He's been out today, testing the limits of the city once again. It's frustrating, and he hates to accept the fact that he really is stuck but after a month?

When he finally does turn, he can't help but stare at the very high tech looking bike and the unfamiliar rider. Suddenly, there's a familiar weight of his Firebolt in his hand -- the city registering his desire to fly before he even did. ]

[isomorphology]

[ She turned her head to look at the young man and nodded. The helmet prevented him from seeing the smile, but, Quorra loved meeting new people. ]

[triumphing]

[ With a grin, Harry swings a leg over the broom and pushes upward, taking flight. He hovers slightly, suspended high above before easily gliding downwards towards the rider. ]

[isomorphology]

[ She tilts her head, curious as to what he's riding. She hasn't seen something like it before. ]

le random street

[coolexec]

Night was still Tony's favourite time to go out in the suit - during the day he attracted too much attention (not necessarily a bad thing but hey, sometimes a man wanted to use his personal flight suit without a gaggle of onlookers calling up at him) - but at night he was a streak in the sky, just the trails from the repulsor blasts streaking behind him.

Looking below, a strange blur of light caught his attention and he concentrated inside the headpiece.

Jarvis?
Yes sir?
Got any idea what that is down there?
My scanners pick up a vehicle of some kind but I am unfamiliar with the design.
Only one way to find out then.
Apparently.

Swooping down, he hovered to one side of the bike, hands held out to keep him level.

Hey there.

[isomorphology]

Her head turned towards Tony - Iron Man - and tilted slightly. She hadn't seen a suit like that before, but then again the city had a lot of things she had never seen before. The attachment on her back folded off as she sat up, helmet folding back as well. A smile broke out on her face.

Tony?

[coolexec]

Quorra? He recognised her but he hadn't been expecting to see her on something like that but then again, she was the most tech enhanced lady here if what he'd heard from her and from Ram was correct and he revelaed his own face, grinning broadly.

Now that right there is one hell of a ride. Nothing he'd ever seen before, that was for sure and he'd definitely need to pick her brain more that. What was it with ladies with shiny toys he wanted to play with? Hopefully she'd maybe be easier to convince one day than his attempt to get a shot in Rebecca's animus. What's it called?

[isomorphology]

Her smile widened at the face of someone she recognized. She was still a tad wary of him, only because of herself not him, but enjoyed talking to Tony. He was the head of the Resistance, which made him an important person in her eyes. Someone to respect and listen to their judgement. Almost like Flynn, but not as old.

Yes! It's mine. Quorra spoke, her hand going down and patting the cycle below her. It's called a light cycle. It's the way we traveled on the Grid. Only Security Programs were given the light tanks, and Recognizers were for transporting people who the Security Programs caught. There are also light jets, and my light runner, but the light runner is a bit big for the streets here. So! I settled on the light cycle.

[choirboy_clerk]

Gideon likes being out at night. He doesn't particularly fear the dark or whatever hypothetical monsters it might contain. He'd seen enough of the real thing within men to know when real fear was warranted.

And, his misgivings aside, he couldn't help but enjoy the freedom that Promenade granted him. He could go wherever he pleased without the cloud of his past hanging around him. He wasn't Felix Harrowgate's lover or a defector from the Bastion - he was simply Gideon. Nothing more.

The wizard strolls along the empty streets, gazing up at the streetlights with a look of fascination he couldn't yet quench.

[isomorphology]

Well, perhaps the light cycle riding by would catch his eye for fascination. The cycle didn't have light beams coming from it this time. They could be activated and deactivated, and Quorra didn't want to take the chance on hurting someone. The streets were pretty empty, which she always found odd, but maybe that was just the way things were in Promenade at night.

[choirboy_clerk]

It certainly does. The glowing vehicle draws his eye quickly. He's still getting used to the idea of electricity. A motorcycle is almost beyond his imagining, especially one that looks like hers.

He's not even sure why he does it, but he hesitantly raises his hand to hail her as the bike gets closer.

[isomorphology]

She caught the raised hand and came to a stop. A rather fancy one at that, but a stop none the less. The back of the bike detached from her bike and she sat up, turning towards the man.

[snowwhitesoul]

Or...perhaps someone she didn't know

[isomorphology]

Quorra stopped the light cycle at the voice, head head turning to look over her shoulder. With a nod, she gestured down the street in order to meet the young woman there. She leaned forward against the bike again, turning it slowly to go down the other street and to find a parking spot.

"I'm fine!"

[snowwhitesoul]

Rukia had to stop and gather up her bags again before following the strange, glowing vehicle around the corner. A quick glance inside showed her that everything managed to survive the drop, even the glass bottles of soy sauce and curry powder were uncracked. Ahh, thank goodness.

My apologies, I wasn't watching where I was going. That was foolish of me.

[isomorphology]

"It's alright. Are you okay?" Quorra leaned slightly off the bike, worried. Even if one couldn't see her expression through her helmet.