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[changedthegame]

[Welcome to the Grid. The entire world is outfitted in dark colors. Blues. Greens. Blacks. Nothing too bright, except for the lines of light that seem to cover every surface. Circuitry. In some places, it's a bright, steady glow, while in others it seems to flicker, like a light bulb on the verge of burning out. The Grid's been damaged. Badly, in

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[waterfell]

It seems, well, like what it is: something computerized, something technological. Something, to the Senshi of Knowledge, fascinating.

She only sees Sam, and Ami's way of asking questions is fairly direct.

"Who's there?" Next will doubtless be where is this?

[changedthegame]

[Sam never expected to see anyone out this far - part of the reason why he was in the Outlands at all - so to say that she startled him is a bit of an understatement. He jumps to his feet and turns toward the sound of the voice]

You don't look like the other Programs.

[Besides, most of the Programs know who he is by now. He did make quite the proclamation at the last Disc Wars event, after all]

Sam. My name is Sam.

[waterfell]

I don't know what you mean by program. [A hand finds her hip.] But I'm Mizuno Ami.

[changedthegame]

Programs. Computer programs. They're what lives here. [He gestures vaguely to the city] Well there. Nothing really lives out here.

well hai there stranger!

[digitalariel]

[Quorra emerges after a few moments, having been picking her way though the rubble. She bites her lip, looking around with obvious pain in her eyes. Her ISO mark is bare and obvious for the first time since before her kind were eliminated, but she covers it up with her hand instinctively, rubbing her arms.

She sighs softly and comes to stand next to Sam, glancing at him almost nervously without speaking. It's a hard sight to take in, and as usual she's putting someone else's feelings before hers.]

:D

[changedthegame]

I don't know if I can fix it.

[He's making the statement more to the Grid, itself, than to Quorra, but it does also serve as his way of acknowledging that she's there. He climbs to his feet and turns just enough to see her properly out of the corner of his eye. Most of his attention is still on the digitized world, though]

The basic code is all still here. I would just need to rebuild around it, but-

[It's the world that his father created. He can't just abandon it]

[digitalariel]

[She sighs softly, pain in her eyes as she surveys what served as her home for so long.]

You can do it, Sam. I believe in you.

[Because if she can't believe in him, she can't believe in anything.]

[changedthegame]

[She's probably the only one who believes in him. Then again, maybe she's the only one who's left to believe in him. It's hard to tell if there's life in the city from there, though, so he could easily be wrong]

I'm not him, though. I'm not as good with these things as he was.

[slayerpreferred]

[Buffy is dressed in the same blue as Sam as she makes her way across to him. This is by far the strangest dreamworld she's encountered so far, but she can tell this man is hurting.

Slowly, so as not to startle him, she sits (not too close) and leans her head on a knee.]

A little 1982, isn't it?

[changedthegame]

[Yeah, Sam has been having some pretty interesting dreams ever since leaving the Grid. He looks over at her when she sits down. Despite her best efforts, he's still a little startled. Programs didn't often venture too far out of the city]

...1982?

[slayerpreferred]

Yeah, all the blinky lights and... these suits. I feel like I'm Ms. PacMan or something.

[changedthegame]

[He looks down at himself, and then looks over at Buffy again, only just noticing the suit on her too. And look at that, Buffy. Congratulations. You made Sam smile a little]

I thought the suits were a little ridiculous too.

[regeneracy]

[Claire's not particularly fond of her current outfit, but she has to admit that all of the lights are impressive. Not to mention the electrical storm going on up ahead. That...can't be safe.

She's busy looking around in awe and then takes notice of someone close by. She jogs over and skids to a halt before him, and leans forward to try and see who in the heck he is.]

You're not my brother in disguise, are you? Because this looks like one of his crazy dreamworlds.

[changedthegame]

[Sam turns at the sound of her footsteps. They're pretty easy to hear, after all. The only other sounds are coming from the electrical surges. He narrows his eyes a little when she stops in front of him. He's never seen her here before. He smiles when she speaks, though, and then shrugs]

As far as I know, I don't have any sisters, sorry.

[glowdissonance]

Woah... this is trippy.
[Scott's just wandering though, and he notices Sam. This place really does look different to the sort of places he'd been before. And it was... interesting.]

[changedthegame]

[Should've seen the place when it wasn't falling apart, Scott] Huh? Who're you?