[MOSTLY.OPEN] We Built this City on Rock 'n' Roll

[a_perfect_end]

Who: Troncast and You!
What: You signed up for DEM GAMES. How did you get here? What kind of gear do you have? What the hell is going onnn~ and why is your butt angry? THAT IS UP TO YOU. Mostly. I...am just a bad advice meme.
Where: "main area" of Zone 7. It was a large open plaza. It is now THE GAME GRID.
When: Through the next week or so! (you

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DISC WARS - LAZER.DEATH.FRISBEE

[a_perfect_end]

Neon death Frisbee. It's all fun and games until someone loses their head.

MY FAVE KIND OF DEATH

[up_in_flame]

[Soooo Pyro has some experience in death games because he played in them for a good ten years back home. He's actually pretty damn excited to be participating again. There's something to be said about the stress relieving properties of incinerating his opponents.

While he doubts the fire-retardant abilities of his news suit and wonders why his ass appears to be so goddamn angry he doesn't have his flamethrower, and therefore doubts the importance of fire in this particular match. He turns the disc over in his hand curiously. It was implied that this was the weapon he was supposed to use, but he couldn't find a trigger on it anywhere.

Melee it is.]

HUDDA HUDDA HUUUUR.

Friends fighting friends.

[has_a_hardline]

[Tucker is not happy about this. That fucker has her kid locked up somewhere special. Incentive. She is going to cut that cockbite's arm off and then beat him to death with it. And then she's going to do it again. With his other arm. Just to prove a point. And- wait what? Is that? Oh. My God it is...]

Pyro? What the fuck are you doing here?

If this ends with them vomiting down eachother's backs...

[up_in_flame]

[A CHALLENGER APPEARS. Oh wait- that challenger is Tucker. Pyro waves.] I don't know. But I've got some glowy clothes and some kind of death frisbee, so I imagine it's gladiator time.

LIGHT CYCLES - FRISBEE.JETPACK.ZOOM

[a_perfect_end]

You do not want to run into a light wall. Trust. Me.

HOT CHICK ON THE GRID IS PISSED LOOK LEFT

[chozobloodrites]

[Samus had just wanted something to eat, being a universal savior can work up a bit appetite. But the teleporter had failed her. Cursed dependence on quick and convenient travel left her somewhere that was decidedly not the grocery store. Unless they did a serious redecoration process. But of course we all know that's just wishful thinking at this point.

Stripped of her Varia armor and wearable, put into a glowing skintight suit (not exactly a departure from her last choice of under-clothing), given a disk and a baton, and shoved out into the middle of some sort of field that she likened to the ancient neon burial grounds. A pang of nostalgia coursed through her as she suddenly pined for the giant beasts and sentient blue slime trying to kill her. That was so normal. She turned the baton over in her hand and gave a sweeping look around. No exits, no nothing.]

... This is problematic.

SPINNING LETTERS OUT OF NOWHERE THEY SPELL--TRON?

[gridizens]

[On closer inspection, this section of the neon burial grounds follows a modified rectangular spiral--they're tracks. Roads. Levels. Room to drive. Yellow arrows here and there to indicate traps and/or give you a boost.

You know this guy's on the opposing team. Everything on the Grid is color-coded for audience convenience--here is your lava-orange badguy. Smug and cranky-looking, he clips robotically onto the field, like his animation's missing a couple key frames.

Suddenly, there's a cold, computer soprano rolling from unseen speakers. In another world, this voice would perkily exclaim things like Attention, K-Mart shoppers!, but here it's cool, collected, and absolutely impersonal.]

First Round. [Samus' new orange 'friend' nods to her with a kind of half-bow, half-brofist--there are no handshakes on the Grid.] Combatant Seven.

[He arms his baton and takes a running leap, and the sudden transition of his baton into a neon motorbike beneath him keeps him from landing flat on his face. He leans a hard right, like he's waiting,

LEGACEEEEE - EEEEE - EEEEE - EEEEEE

[chozobloodrites]

[ ... Well she has a lot to catch up on. A lot. She still has no idea as to why she's here, what is going on, and what the hell this is. If she manages to survive, it'll be the graces of one part quick learning and two parts bullshitting luck. But what she can clearly gather is that she's going to have to play along to get any answers.

She takes a running leap and pulls apart her baton, the cycle forming elegantly beneath her. In the nanoseconds it takes for it to hit the ground, she can't help but admire the simplicity of such technology. Of course that's about to change. The second the bike stabilizes itself, she comes to the realization that she has no idea how to work this. Sure, compact vehicles are still all the rage in her time, but wheels are so last century

HOLDING CELL COMPLEX - BUT.I'M.LE.TIRED

[a_perfect_end]

Well, take a nap.

ZEN WE WILL FIRE ZE MISSILES...wait I mean: This doesn't look like Hawking.

[cupcake_dress]

Uh...hello?

[Kaylee had no idea what was going on, truly. For a moment, she'd even wondered if she'd been dropped into another crazy space-station entirely. They'd mussed up her good coveralls, put her in this really...strange outfit, and then set her down in a cubicle.

She could practically hear everything humming and she dare not touch a piece of it.]

Can I git my groceries back?

That ice-cream's probably gonna' start leaking soon?

[No one was listening.]

I guess forward dated till after he escapes GLaDOS

[puppetfetishist]

[Escape one evil AI who wants to play with you, get kidnapped by another! Luckily, they let him keep his catchpacards. Kind of hard to take those when they're kept in subspace anyway.

He's thrown in rather unceremoniously by a guard, and then practically teleports to the door to try to get out. Except the problem is that programs are even faster than dudes-who-are-actually-stable-timeloops, and so all he gets for his trouble is a nasty zap as he runs smack into the force field around the door. Which in turn knocks him on his ass.]

[He doesn't bother talking - mouthing off is for Dave and also people who aren't him. Instead he tries to jump - in one leap - through the roof, only to get slapped against the force field up THERE, too, and again, fall to the floor]

[Welp, one more thing to try. Portal gun. Didn't work through forcefields last time, but hey, maybe he can try again! ... maybe! He fires at the floor, then tries to fire outside

Oh Portal Gun, why you not fire through forcefields?

[cupcake_dress]

Bro? [Kaylee moved in her little cubicle...cell...place and peered through the open side. Down the way, she spotted him, clear as day, dressed up in matching holographic clothing.

Thank her dear and fluffy lord, looked like they were still on the station...just in a strange part of it.]

I was just gettin' groceries. Walked through the teleporter an' came out here.

What's goin' on?

WTF SKYBOX - THIS.WEEK.ON.ALL.IN.THE.FUNCTIONAL.FLYNN.FAMILY

[a_perfect_end]

OH MY GOD DOES HE EVEN GO HERE.

My only hate sprung from my only love.

[theuserabides]

[Flynn had been concerned when his conversation with Sam over the network had been cut off in a burst of digital noise. He'd been worried when the re-skinning had rippled through the sector, leaving a very familiar black and neon color scheme in its wake. And he'd been downright upset when the sky suddenly went dark and cloudy with electrical storms crackling through it.

The Grid. Except he has no sense of the code of the place hanging in the back of his mind like there should be. It's second nature to reach out and try to change his surroundings to suit his will, but nothing responds. It's all surface and no substance.

Clu, obviously. So Flynn hadn't been even slightly surprised to find himself escorted, with no malice, but no particular respect either, to a room with a commanding view of the Game Grid, v2.5. He had been slightly surprised to find Clu wasn't already there, but it seemed likely his wayward program had decided to make an entrance

...if he be married, my grave is like to be my wedding bed.

[a_perfect_end]

[The world vanished in layers, in increasing absence of light, and left only neon behind. The sun went last--deliberate, calculated, measured to match the speed of light and the perception rate of the human eye, so that the problem star would vanish just as Clu's distinguished guest could get a good view and begin to feel the limits of the walls around him.

It was no accident that they seemed to close in.

Except that Flynn--always, always now in white--was still watching the window.

Two minor miscalculations in such a short span of time. It was. Irritating.

And easily enough corrected by crossing the floor to stand directly behind him, too fast and much too close.]

Man, it's good to have you back.

[theuserabides]

[Flynn saw the reflection of Clu's unmistakable yellow circuitry in the window soon enough that he didn't jump when he heard his own voice gloating in his ear, but it was a near thing, and his eyes narrowed.]

Personal space.

[His voice was flat. Whatever Clu was doing, Flynn was certain he wasn't going to approve, and he was not looking forward to the next few days.]

Oh Shit - ILLEGAL.DRAGON.ON.THE.GRID

[ysonightfurious]

[Toothless is not really sure what is going on here. It's bright and dark and the contrast annoys him. If it wasn't for his (what can only be assumed) amazing eyesight, he'd probably be more irritated. As is though, he's more curious than not. It looks like and smells like that one guy he met once. He wants to know more immediately, because this isn't like anything on the station, bright clean and metal. This is something, something and something else and it looks... interesting.]

[Ten minutes later, he is thoroughly lost due to his inability to apply his sense of direction to a place that looks like Day-Glo, New York City, and the Photoshop contrast effect got married and had a kid. And that's when the Tronstripes kick in and they are just-- All over him. He is noticeably not okay with this, snapping at them to see if they'll get scared and slink away. When that doesn't happen, he resorts to glaring at them.]

S-so cute. Can Rinzy take him to Clu?

[double_discs]

[In between Games, Rinzler found himself patrolling outside the Arena to make certain the new Grid was secure. The teleporters actually did most of the work for him--as soon as something new (and usually organic) arrived in the sector, the teleporters spirited whatever it was off to the holding cells. Whatever else wasn't instantly captured by such means was picked up by the holographic guards that CLU had patrolling like back on the real Grid.

This trip out Rinzler felt something different. Here, his scans worked wonderfully.

The enforcer came from above, leaping down from a higher level down to where the beast was located. Instantly, Rinzler recognized the creature from an earlier encounter and--surprisingly--he left his discs where they were on his back. The creature now sported the Grid's circuitry look and Rinzler approved.

He knelt in front of the creature some ways away and held out a hand in offering, similar to the way from before.]

Clu's reaction. I need to see this.

[ysonightfurious]

[Toothless snaps up from his stripes of circuitry, slipping into a stance that can only be compared to a very large carnivorous cat about to murder the hell out of whatever startled him. Except he sees that person and not a stranger or something ready to kill him. He uncoils slowly, staring at the program warily until it holds a hand out. That's when Toothless relaxes, muscles unclenching as he slinks forward, almost side stepping, and presses his muzzle into the outstretched hand.

This is comfortable-strange, instead of just strange strange. He can deal with this.

He is curious though. The smell is a little different and there's less blue-white and more orange-red now. He stares at the human-thing, tilting his head to the side.]

[not here/no transmission] SO DO I.

[a_perfect_end]

[What are you even.

... >_>

We shall call you Squishy, and you will be our Squishy.]