RL: After-party for light cycle racers

[theuserabides]

Turns out when you're the Creator, you can get the End of Line Club for a private party on short notice. Zuse is hosting, Guy and Thomas are DJing, and all the best programs are there--with the exception of Tron, who's been called away to an emergency the Outlands, and Clu, who doesn't approve of the company his user keeps

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[goddamn_ironman]

[ guess who, even at 15, beelines straight for the bar. he doesn't seem as dramatically upset about his pink-glow outfit anymore, which is decidedly a plus for the entire club. ]

[theuserabides]

[It's digital booze and won't hurt his liver, so Flynn doesn't try to stop him.]

Not bad out there for your first time, man.

[goddamn_ironman]

[ well, the fact that no adults are trying to stop him is elevating his mood further. he beams happily, some distant part of him doubly pleased because this guy might as well be Obidiah's clone and praise from Obi always ended up meaning the world to him (usually in connection with softening the blow of his father's seemingly continuous disappointment)-- but even acknowledging that couldn't harsh his mood. ]

Yeah, it was-- like, fucking awesome. No, I was fucking awesome.

[entthront]

No, I was! [ Nena cheerfully hops up onto the stool next to him and steals his drink, because she can. ] I was the team leader, you know!

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

[Please excuse Scotty as he heads for the bar, grinning like an idiot, because the light cycles? Biggest adrenaline rush since racing with his friends on hoverbikes.]

[theuserabides]

[After the lethal Games from the old system, Flynn never gets tired of people being delighted to ride light cycles.]

So how'd you like it, man?

[As though it's not obvious from Scotty's face.]

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

It was brilliant. I mean, absolutely brilliant.

[He might possibly sound just a little breathless. Just a little.]

[theuserabides]

[Flynn breaks into a wide grin.]

Glad to hear it.

[isomorphics]

[Do you really think that she'd pass up an opportunity to mingle with Users? Yeah, no. She doesn't. She's sort of just chilling at the bar. She had been talking to Zuse but she's free now.]

[theuserabides]

[Flynn notices her from where he managed to get sidetracked into a work conversation with a power-routing program, and waves. He comes over to join her at the bar. This is where anyone else would have had to pick their way through the crowd, but programs step aside as Flynn approaches, the ones with their backs to him pulled by their friends.]

So what'd you think of the newbies?

[cant_deal_with]

[Crona and Ragnarok have both decided that lightcycles are fun (even if their team lost), but not going to be an everyday thing.

The pink-haired meister is standing in a corner somewhere, far more comfortable with being a quiet observer than an active participant.]

[theuserabides]

[Wallflowers? At Flynn's party? It's more likely than you think!

When your clothes glow, it's hard to hide yourself in the shadows, so Flynn makes his way over with a couple of drinks (not that he has any idea whether Ragnarok is capable of drinking.)]

Hey folks. Everything okay?

[cant_deal_with]

[Ragnarok is, but he's just hiding right now so as not to call attention to himself, so Crona just looks like a skinny androgynous teenager who for some reason has two disks.]

Mmmhmm.

It's nice.

[theuserabides]

[If Ragnarok wants to keep himself de-rezzed, that's his business, but Flynn's noticed the two discs. He offers Crona a drink.]

Did you enjoy the match?

[Shyness is no match for Flynn's relentless friendliness.]

[know_sacrifice]

[Well that was pretty much the best thing ever, and here's a Mikaela who looks....more than a little blissed out, to be honest. She's sprawled on the most sprawl-accomodating seating she can find, and nursing something glowing as pink as the team she was just a part of.

Life is good.]

[theuserabides]

[What can he say? Flynn's a benevolent Creator.]

I'm sorry you didn't have a good time.

[He's not quite managing "deadpan."]

[know_sacrifice]

[Mikaela is a little better at it--something to do with still being 20. Ah, the you and jaded sarcasm of youth.]

Seriously, man, worst totally amazing motorcycle race and party inside a computer ever.

[theuserabides]

Maaaaaan, and I was so hoping you'd like it, too.

[He hitches up his jeans--well, it's the Grid, so there's not a lot of denim, but they're certainly cut like jeans--and settles onto the armrest of the couch Mikaela is entirely occupying.]