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[eightynine]

Who: Sam Flynn & Quorra
What: Sam gets thrown face first into the duck pond by Paradisa, Quorra finds him
When: Right now!
Where: The duck pond
Rating: PG-PG-13 for language

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[lastisocorn]

Warm sun, fresh breezes, sweet air--this is spring, and Quorra loves it. She's taking a leisurely stroll through the castle grounds when she hears the splashing, the quacking, and the distinct sound of an irritated male voice. Curious, she trots after the noise to investigate.

"Hello," she calls to Sam, waving cheerily upon spotting him. He must be new, as she has never seen him before, though there is something strangely familiar about his features--the shape of his nose, perhaps, or the angle of his jaw. She can't quite pinpoint it. Her eyes flick from his face to the sodden jacket in his hands. "Are you all right?"

[eightynine]

Sam looks up at the sound of a familiar voice. Relief rolls over him and he breaks out into a wide grin. "Oh man, Quorra!" Forgetting about his soaked clothes and jacket he straightens up and hurries over to her.

"I'm glad to see you. I think something went wrong." At the sight of her though, Sam feels an ache pick back up in his chest. It wasn't moments before that they'd left the Grid and everything that had happened there. He clears his throat, "This ah...something isn't right here, I came in through the arcade, why would it drop us in the country like this?"

[lastisocorn]

Although she doesn't step away from him as he approaches, her eyes widen with surprise and confusion. Why is he addressing her this way, as though they know each other? This pond-soaked boy is a stranger to her, she's certain of that.

"Ah," she says, blinking several times. "I'm sorry--I think you have me confused for someone else."

She wonders if Quorra is a common name outside the Grid. She wonders why he doesn't seem at all perturbed by her armor, which is also quite clearly of the Grid. Unease percolates in her mind. The castle must be playing tricks.

[eightynine]

He stops at that, coming to an abrupt halt not five feet from her. Tilting his head back Sam narrows his eyes and takes a quick surreptitious glance at his surroundings before settling his focus back on her.

"What are you talking about? You're...Quorra. You're Quorra," he says more firmly, had she forgotten? It was her, there was no way it couldn't be her. Or maybe it was the Grid, stealing her memories as she left. "We just came through the Portal together. Don't you remember?"