It's a long way down... || Open!

[eightynine]

[Fourteen floors up. A long...long way up. There is a decent amount of noise coming from the rooftop and echoing around the stonework. Mostly laughter as Sam double checks their anchors and their harnesses again. Quorra's journal is tied to her harness, faffing about open in the wind. Good morning everyone! ]

...Okay and this line stays here.

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[eightynine]

Hey! [Sam grins over at Quorra. Okay. This is awesome.] Did you guys ever have anything like this on the grid? [He seems to remember mountains in the outlands...]

[lastisocorn]

I would go exploring, but I could never stay out for very long--energy flowed scarcely outside the city. [In other words ... not really. Hence her excitement now, as they dangle however many feet in the air. She hollers at any windows they might happen to swing past as they scoot ever downward.]

[eightynine]

Man but some of those towers. Can you imagine rappelling down one? Or even parachuting. And that view... [He slides lower and deliberately looks down the dizzying fourteen, now thirteen stories.]

[lastisocorn]

[she laughs.] I knew someone once who could scale the buildings in Tron city like no one else. [she's inching after him, often turning her face so that she can feel the sun's warmth full-on. She adds, half-joking--] Of course, I taught him some of those tricks.

lousy kids and your loud rap music...

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[Clu is busying himself with work as usual, though as focused as he is, his thoughts wander with concern for his own situation, and how to regain control.

He's in his second room today-- in Rinzler's-- and unlike his room, this one bears less of a resemblance to his command ship, and more of one to Tron City. Considering the person who owned the room before Clu took it, it's all a bit ironic.

It doesn't drown out the noise of children having fun, however, and as he moves over to the plate glass, he frowns with oh so much disapprovium. Gtfo Sam. Stop having fun with Quorra.]

[lastisocorn]

[Waa~ves as she swings by the window! Hullooo, grumpy Gus. <3]

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[Clu frowns sternly at her. What the hell are you doing, get down from there.]

LOL U MAD

[eightynine]

[Sam swings by after Quorra, slamming the window sill with his heel loudly and smirking.]

Oops! Sorry about that.

[liadrin]

[Liadrin's trying to enjoy her beauty sleep when she hears the commotion and rolls out of bed to glare out the window at Sam and Quorra. It's not one of rage or malice, but she certainly isn't happy that they're functioning as an alarm clock.]

...Excuse me.

[eightynine]

[Sam clatters further down the stone work and notices the girl in the window- Jesus those are some ears. Also. Wow, hey.]

Hey there, sorry about that. [He flashes her a patented 'Flynn' grin.] Did we wake you up? [He looks sort of apologetic? If one can be mischievous and apologetic at the same time?]

[liadrin]

Mmm...just a bit. [She rubs at her eyes sleepily, ears pinning back against the sides of her head like a cat as she yawns.]

It is all right. I should be glad of it, this place has a habit of doing much worse.

What are you doing, anyway?

[eightynine]

[Wh- the...ears...And....glowing eyes. Sam is adjusting, really.] Oh yeah? Quorra mentioned this place was a little crazy...

But, today we're just playing Spiderman and doing some rappelling. [He gestures to the ropes leading to the top of the castle.]

[Sam, is still grinning warmly,] So, I'm going to make myself look like an ass here but I have to ask. You're...an elf, right? [Like Dungeons and Dragons, right? Sam totally knows that game.]