who ; Anon and Clu and anybody trolling the network--not that they'll be able to get the doors open.
what ; Stuck in an elevator. No, really.
where ; Somewhere between the twelfth and hundredth floors of some building in some Zone.
when ; Earlyish Tuesday
warning(s) ; Philosophy, slithering, and references to uncomfortable RPF.
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And you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind, it's only what you're askin' for. )
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And quit moving.
Oh. Not again.
He thought this was over
... Wait. That voice!
He finally looks up to Clu. Well. This should be interesting. Or terrible.
"Unexpected."
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This was a trope. Clu was pretty sure it was a trope. Hadn't he traded merciless verbal jabs with Gibson about it? That meant it was a trope.
...Never let them see you sweat.
So he grinned, shrugged a little.
"Tell me about it." Don't let the pause linger, that would be weird, "Where were you headed?"
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Well, this could be worse, at least?
His response is automatic, not saying a single word, pointing in the direction of 'up'. There's really no other answer he can give; he's going all the way to the top and then he's going back down - his way, of course.
"You?"
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"The same? In the general area, anyway. Sixty-ninth floor." There was no smirk, it was invisible. "I'm guessing you wanted the roof?"
Observations indicated that the roof was kind of a Monitor thing.
"Man," perfunctory--perfectly casual conversation, he could do this-- "busy around here lately, huh?"
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