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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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.
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Pyro? What the fuck are you doing here?
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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.
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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, ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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[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.]
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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 ( ... )
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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?
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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 ( ... )
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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.
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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... >_>
We shall call you Squishy, and you will be our Squishy.]
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