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The white and blue circuits on Sam's grid armor started to glow slightly brighter, and her smile widened as Ed showed interest in Oasis.

"It is! It was pure luck we found it. It's also a large underground energy reservoir. Er, energy is this liquid that powers pretty much almost everything here in the Grid." She briefly explained energy, before leaning forward and undocking her disc, holding it out flat and bringing up a holographic schematic of Oasis's layout for Ed to see. A large chamber where the bulk of the energy pooled was set in the center, and connected to it were various tunnels and chambers. Some of the exit and entrance tunnels were shown to shift at random intervals, and only one was set in place, where the schematics for the construction of a light rail station was.

Ed turned to Sam with a polite smile. "I made it," he agreed. "...just needed a minute." He accepted her hand as he pushed himself to his feet.

The wave of vertigo that accompanies the movement was familiar. Whether it's a side-effect of the digitization process or an omen of what the rest of his weekend will look like if he didn't monitor his activity, Ed wasn't sure. He stiffened, squeezed his eyes shut, and focused on the feeling of the ground beneath his feet in an effort to not collapse. The vertigo only lasted a few seconds, though it felt longer, but eventually it did, and he opened his eyes again and forced his muscles to relax.

He remained quiet for a moment, considering how to answer Sam's question. "I am alright," he said. Unharmed by the digitization process, even if still coming over the shock of seeing the computer again.

He caught sight of the other person--program--in the arcade, someone who looked startlingly like Alan in the old news articles except for the scar on his face. Even if Ed had never played the older Flynn's games, the insignia on the program's chest was immediately recognizable. It took every bit of will to keep his posture relaxed, but with a little focus and effort, he managed, and turned his focus back to Sam.

"Everything go alright for you here?" he asked.

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“Ah. Uh. The previous… management, of the Grid deemed Bits ‘obsolete’ so they were… decommissioned.”

Sam briefly explained, her tone a bit strained, not knowing, or really wanting, to explain the whole Occupation situation right now. Although she knew she probably would have to eventually, if Ed didn’t piece bits of it together himself first.

She shook off the somber tone, smiling a bit when Ed asked about Oasis.

“Yeah it is…. Actually it’s a city I led the design on. Probably my first really big project in here. It was no small feat, but everyone managed to pull through in the end.”

She wouldn’t have been able to construct Oasis without the help of all the uprising programs, many of which still called the underground city home. It was her pride and joy really, and had some of the most complex coding she’s ever done. Especially the constellation that moved with the shifting entrances. She stayed up coding that for cycles without break and actually collapsed when she completed it.

“It’s built within these huge cave systems that are quite a distance away, hence all the light rail construction projects.”

Ed turned to Sam with a polite smile. "I made it," he agreed. "...just needed a minute." He accepted her hand as he pushed himself to his feet.

The wave of vertigo that accompanies the movement was familiar. Whether it's a side-effect of the digitization process or an omen of what the rest of his weekend will look like if he didn't monitor his activity, Ed wasn't sure. He stiffened, squeezed his eyes shut, and focused on the feeling of the ground beneath his feet in an effort to not collapse. The vertigo only lasted a few seconds, though it felt longer, but eventually it did, and he opened his eyes again and forced his muscles to relax.

He remained quiet for a moment, considering how to answer Sam's question. "I am alright," he said. Unharmed by the digitization process, even if still coming over the shock of seeing the computer again.

He caught sight of the other person--program--in the arcade, someone who looked startlingly like Alan in the old news articles except for the scar on his face. Even if Ed had never played the older Flynn's games, the insignia on the program's chest was immediately recognizable. It took every bit of will to keep his posture relaxed, but with a little focus and effort, he managed, and turned his focus back to Sam.

"Everything go alright for you here?" he asked.

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Assumption: Has just enough inhibition to realize what she's doing just before she bites the tidepod but would start a candy company that makes tidepod-shaped gusher-like gummies, and would get them accidentally mixed in with the actual tidepods

Sam: “That’s… oddly specific… Although, tide pod shaped gusher gummies actually sound really good. Wonder if I could code something like that into The Grid?”

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Sam didn’t respond when Rinzler questioned why she decided to come out alone. Her helmeted head turned to the side slightly, suggesting that she was looking away.

Her head turned back to face him when he responded to her own question. ‘Gridbugs’. And left no clue or reaction to answering the underlying question Sam was pretty sure she made obvious. Or maybe not. Talking with Programs could be confusing sometimes. Even Beck, who had been around her and her ‘confusing User speech quirks’ the most out of any other Program, had some difficulty discerning the meaning behind some of her idioms or passive comments.

Sam only realized Rinzler had started walking off when he spoke again. And, automatically, she found herself doing so. Only stopping to think about if it was really a good idea to follow Rinzler after she had already taken a few steps. After a few seconds of deliberation she let out a short sigh and continued to follow. She decided if Rinzler really did mean her any harm, he would have done so already.

He was a Program known and feared for his deadly effectiveness during the Occupation. CLU had reprogrammed him to make sure of it. And although Rinzler was flashy in The Games, he dropped all of those fancy show off moves when assigned to missions to ensure success. Sam would know… she had seen multiple discs of fallen Uprising Programs who had the misfortune of coming across CLU’s Champion.

Sam watched from a few feet away as Rinzler messed with the control panel of the beat up, but remarkably still functional, Solar Sailor. That was interesting… Well, everything about this scenario was interesting. She thought to herself, slowly docking her disc onto her back again. How Rinzler was still alive, how he seemed to be helping her… in a way, and probably begrudgingly, and how he seemed to know his way around the Solar Sailor console. That wasn’t a skill a reprogrammed Occupation soldier was usually given.

Sam stood still in silence for a bit as Rinzler wordlessly pointed to the deck of the sailor once he got it all sorted out. Indicating for her to climb aboard. Her helmeted head looking between the deck and the Program in front of her for a bit before she finally climbed aboard, making sure to keep her distance from Rinzler still.

Once the craft attached to its tether and the craft began to move, Sam tried to ease her nerves of the situation and the nearly suffocating silence between the two of them by fixing up the small scuffs and marks of the sailor. Putting a hand on the wall and bringing up its virtual command terminal. Obviously the main bulk of its code was undamaged as it was operational, and there were only minor bugs and errors that required fixing. Unfortunately that meant the tune up didn’t take as long as the ride, and Sam was back to having nothing to do to occupy herself for the journey. Left to the slightly tense silence and her thoughts.

She leaned her back against one of the walls, not really wanting to sit down cause she doubted she would be able to stand up again anytime soon. God she was exhausted. That wasn’t good… She put a hand to hold the front of her helmet, closing her eyes as she let out a sigh. She’ll have to chug a glass of energy the next time she could. That’ll help keep her going for a while longer. She didn’t have the time to rest. There was still so much more to do before she had to leave back through the portal. And even then after she had things she had to do there as well.

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Sam’s hands shook, straining as the firewall she had thrown up started to crack, the weight of the horde of gridbugs pounding against it started to overpower it, and Sam didn’t have the energy reserves to continue to repair it.

God she was so stupid. Going out into a highly unstable section of a city known to be swarming with occasional hordes of gridbugs alone? Idiot!

On the other side of the screen it had only been about two months since the Reintegration, but here in The Grid it’s been longer, and progress of rebuilding has been painfully slow. Between widespread code instabilities, remaining cells of Occupation sympathizers trying to regain control, city rebuilding, energy shortages, literally anything going on in Purgos, and not to mention the absolute media nightmare the press has been on about over the hasty non-explanation explanation of her lengthy disappearance, everyone has been spread thin. And Sam didn’t want to spread anyone any thinner than they needed to, not when she could always carry some more weight.

Her back hit the wall she had stupidly cornered herself into. Rookie mistake. She knew better than that. But that didn’t really matter right now did it? Another crack formed in the firewall and a few gridbugs started digging their legs into the cracks to widen them.

Sam let out a breath and grabbed her disc off her back and reactivated her helmet.

Well… this was either going to be a new record of grid bugs derezzed or a very, very embarrassingly stupid way to die.

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it had to be done. (volume warning, might get loud)

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/* Hey everyone, sorry for the relatively long radio silence, I just finished up a class that took a lot of my attention/motivation and I’m trying to build it back up again.

Doesn’t help that my current fixation has shifted to something else but I just wanted to let anyone who I’m in threads with know I haven’t forgotten or dropped them! I will eventually get back to them I swear! */

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reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m socially exhausted - i don’t have the time right now - i don’t know how to reply - i have a bad memory and got distracted - i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise

not reasons i haven’t replied back:

- i’m ignoring you just because - i hate you - i’m fed up with you - i don’t want to be your friend anymore

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Huh?

Sam was cutting down the few stragglers that managed to slip through the cracks of the weakening firewall when a portion of the horde suddenly separated, targeting something, or someone else. Vaguely, she could sense the energy signature, but she didn’t have time to look into it further before the firewall finally shattered. With a flick of her free hand she commanded the shattered pieces of the firewall to fly forwards, pushing the mini horde back and derezzing a few of them, giving her some breathing room.

The rest of the fight went a lot smoother, most likely a combination of the lesser amount of grid bugs she had to face and the other combatant she caught faint glimpses of from the corner of her eye. The source of the energy signature. When it was over Sam took a second to catch her breath, before turning to face the Program who had saved her, and froze.

She kept her helmet on, not for the purpose of concealing her identity, it was pretty clear who she was, and besides, he had seen her in these circuits during their first encounter in the arena… A memory that still haunted her dreams and was still very fresh in her mind. She had froze when their discs had locked and she finally got a good look at CLU’s champion. No. She kept it on to conceal the look of utter shock and fear that was most likely being displayed.

She almost winced when she heard his voice. It was unrecognizable. And it took her a while to even comprehend what he had said.

She kept her disc in her hand, deactivated and lowered at her side as she took in a silent breath to collect herself. That’s not Tron. As much as it hurt to think it, it was true. Maybe, god please, maybe, Tron was still in there. But she couldn’t rely on it. She glanced down at the voxels still clinging to his gloves before finally breaking the silence and responding.

“Scouting. Not very well though…”

She admitted. The vocoder in her mask still active, giving her voice that faint but distinguished electronic wobble all Programs had. A remanent of another time, but kept in regardless.

It was more or less the truth. She was scouting out the more damaged and vacant parts of the city, trying to see where she could stabilize things and how bad it was. But the other omitted part as to why she was stupid enough to do it alone was that she was overwhelmed.

No matter which side of the screen she was on, when spotted, she would be crowded and bombarded with requests or questions. She wanted to remain helpful, remain repairing what she could but she just couldn’t do it with everyone crowding her. Revering her. The User. Son Daughter of Flynn. The Legacy. It was too much. The system needed a User in it to fix this mess. And she was, unfortunately for everyone, the best candidate. Alan and Lora helped out when they could, especially from the other side, but they could only do so much.

Sam pulled herself out of her spiraling thoughts, her helmeted head tilting a bit as she looked back at Rinzler.

“What are… you doing here?”

The underlaying question of ‘and why did you save me?’ clear in her cautious tone.

//starter for @riinzler

Sam’s hands shook, straining as the firewall she had thrown up started to crack, the weight of the horde of gridbugs pounding against it started to overpower it, and Sam didn’t have the energy reserves to continue to repair it.

God she was so stupid. Going out into a highly unstable section of a city known to be swarming with occasional hordes of gridbugs alone? Idiot!

On the other side of the screen it had only been about two months since the Reintegration, but here in The Grid it’s been longer, and progress of rebuilding has been painfully slow. Between widespread code instabilities, remaining cells of Occupation sympathizers trying to regain control, city rebuilding, energy shortages, literally anything going on in Purgos, and not to mention the absolute media nightmare the press has been on about over the hasty non-explanation explanation of her lengthy disappearance, everyone has been spread thin. And Sam didn’t want to spread anyone any thinner than they needed to, not when she could always carry some more weight.

Her back hit the wall she had stupidly cornered herself into. Rookie mistake. She knew better than that. But that didn’t really matter right now did it? Another crack formed in the firewall and a few gridbugs started digging their legs into the cracks to widen them.

Sam let out a breath and grabbed her disc off her back and reactivated her helmet.

Well… this was either going to be a new record of grid bugs derezzed or a very, very embarrassingly stupid way to die.

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//starter for @riinzler

Sam’s hands shook, straining as the firewall she had thrown up started to crack, the weight of the horde of gridbugs pounding against it started to overpower it, and Sam didn’t have the energy reserves to continue to repair it.

God she was so stupid. Going out into a highly unstable section of a city known to be swarming with occasional hordes of gridbugs alone? Idiot!

On the other side of the screen it had only been about two months since the Reintegration, but here in The Grid it’s been longer, and progress of rebuilding has been painfully slow. Between widespread code instabilities, remaining cells of Occupation sympathizers trying to regain control, city rebuilding, energy shortages, literally anything going on in Purgos, and not to mention the absolute media nightmare the press has been on about over the hasty non-explanation explanation of her lengthy disappearance, everyone has been spread thin. And Sam didn’t want to spread anyone any thinner than they needed to, not when she could always carry some more weight.

Her back hit the wall she had stupidly cornered herself into. Rookie mistake. She knew better than that. But that didn’t really matter right now did it? Another crack formed in the firewall and a few gridbugs started digging their legs into the cracks to widen them.

Sam let out a breath and grabbed her disc off her back and reactivated her helmet.

Well… this was either going to be a new record of grid bugs derezzed or a very, very embarrassingly stupid way to die.

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These are great and I’d be open to starting a thread with both or either! If you want to further plot first we can do so here or in messages.

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okay so walk w me here. i have two ideas

sam comes back to the grid post legcay wants to fix things up. rinzler reluctantly helps out b/c w clu gone his secondary directive is to help the grid and the programs in it, in his own way

rinzler follows sam and quorra out of the arena and catches up with them in the outlands. maybe he follows to flynn’s hideout, maybe he separates them and tries to bring sam back to the city idk

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First Impressions sentence starters

“You’re not… how I thought you’d be.”

“Is this what you’re really like, or was that an act?”

“I need to know this is for real. If you’re not genuine, tell me right now.”

“You’re… good at that.”

“I didn’t realize you were - maybe we should start again. I’m [name].”

“So this is what the (in)famous [Name] is like behind closed doors.”

“You have a lot of experience with this.”

“Do you know what people say about you?”

“You’re just like they said.”

“Why don’t you correct them? When people talk about you, and they’re wrong?”

“I thought they were exaggerating about you.”

“I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time.”

“Am I safe with you?”

“Do you mean that?”

“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here.”

“What made you get into this/that line of work?”

“Look, you’re either going to help, or you aren’t. Which one is it going to be?”

“You … you chose me.”

“I… no, nothing. I just didn’t realize you were brave.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed/fired, you know.”

“Have you always been like that?”

“That was kind.”

“That was good of you.”

“That was stupid.”

“You didn’t have to do that. But you did.”

“You were there. You didn’t have to be.”

“I think .. I have you to thank, for this.”

“I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for you.”

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Sam would totally ask for tips on avoiding Alan and abuse them since her option of escaping to The Grid is a no go because of Tron. Sure she can outrun/ out maneuver Alan easily, but Tron? Absolutely not. And she’s tried. Multiple times.

Agree with how much program first aid would actually help a User could be debatable. Ironically Sam actually gets extremely lucky with her injury, as the disc didn’t cut deep enough to hit any organs (somehow), thus making the main issue blood loss, which Paige improvised on (and uses that instrument that Lux used to help Beck in the Uprising episode Identity don’t know what that’s called) which, painfully, cauterized the wound and stopped the bleeding. (Left one hell of a nasty scar). Perhaps what might also help would be an energy transfusion? (Maybe via disc?) as User’s also need to consume energy (since there’s no ‘food’). But that can be messed around with.

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Ed:

Right off the bat a small plot that comes to mind is Sam ducking into Ed’s office to hide from Alan (probably trying to ditch a meeting or some other social responsibility). Her reasoning for doing so being “this is the last place he’d look for me”. This could work for later in the current thread we have going on, or just an entirely new one.

Clarke and Llull:

I honestly love these two so much. Llull, a siren apart of a shadowy group of sirens working against the occupation? That is so cool! Always love seeing people develop sirens more!

(Side note: I’ve been throwing around ideas for some OC’s to populate Oasis and one of them is a siren who always had an interest in architecture and they helped build and map out Oasis!)

Clarke, an Occupation officer trying to take down the occupation from the inside? The whole Rejects group helping programs break their repurposing? Awesome.

Anyway some bare bones plot ideas I have that I think could work for both of either of them:

End of uprising era/ start of legacy, directly after the large battle of Argon where Beck and Paige, (maybe some other miscellaneous revolution programs scattered about) are trying to evacuate a critically injured Sam from the city. This is before the construction of Oasis, and Tron’s capture makes it so that his hideout in the mountains is presumed to be compromised so they really have nowhere to go.

Further into the legacy era, Sam, maybe with Beck, runs into one of them when on a mission (intel retrieval, sabotage, prison break, take your pick) that’s not going so great.

Rio and Sverdrup:

Your alternate universe where CLU does escape and is off to conquer the User World posing as Flynn is such a cool and angst filled story line like holy shit everyone involved needs therapy.

Off the top of my head:

Either, miraculously, Sam (and Beck maybe? Or perhaps he was derezzed which Sam would carry so much guilt over) is still alive and active but trapped in The Grid. Oasis, or perhaps some safe houses in The Outlands, still stand and is where Sam and what little there is left of the resistance/ refugees are. I can’t imagine Sam would be as active in her resistance, especially if Beck was derezzed, and focused more solely on protecting what was left, but if she got news that another User was caught and trapped/being held captive that might spur her to act to at least try and save them.

Or, Beck repurposed Sam caught/experimentally repurposed? I would assume if possible repurposing a User would have loads of physical consequences, that wouldn’t go away even when/if undone. Migraines, nerve pain, brain fog to name a few. I could see CLU/Dyson going the repurposing route (for Beck and Sam) in a ‘you tried so hard to be to be Tron/a program, well we’ll treat you like one/have you share his (Tron’s) fate’.

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Ed:

Right off the bat a small plot that comes to mind is Sam ducking into Ed’s office to hide from Alan (probably trying to ditch a meeting or some other social responsibility). Her reasoning for doing so being “this is the last place he’d look for me”. This could work for later in the current thread we have going on, or just an entirely new one.

Clarke and Llull:

I honestly love these two so much. Llull, a siren apart of a shadowy group of sirens working against the occupation? That is so cool! Always love seeing people develop sirens more!

(Side note: I’ve been throwing around ideas for some OC’s to populate Oasis and one of them is a siren who always had an interest in architecture and they helped build and map out Oasis!)

Clarke, an Occupation officer trying to take down the occupation from the inside? The whole Rejects group helping programs break their repurposing? Awesome.

Anyway some bare bones plot ideas I have that I think could work for both of either of them:

End of uprising era/ start of legacy, directly after the large battle of Argon where Beck and Paige, (maybe some other miscellaneous revolution programs scattered about) are trying to evacuate a critically injured Sam from the city. This is before the construction of Oasis, and Tron’s capture makes it so that his hideout in the mountains is presumed to be compromised so they really have nowhere to go.

Further into the legacy era, Sam, maybe with Beck, runs into one of them when on a mission (intel retrieval, sabotage, prison break, take your pick) that’s not going so great.

Rio and Sverdrup:

Your alternate universe where CLU does escape and is off to conquer the User World posing as Flynn is such a cool and angst filled story line like holy shit everyone involved needs therapy.

Off the top of my head:

Either, miraculously, Sam (and Beck maybe? Or perhaps he was derezzed which Sam would carry so much guilt over) is still alive and active but trapped in The Grid. Oasis, or perhaps some safe houses in The Outlands, still stand and is where Sam and what little there is left of the resistance/ refugees are. I can’t imagine Sam would be as active in her resistance, especially if Beck was derezzed, and focused more solely on protecting what was left, but if she got news that another User was caught and trapped/being held captive that might spur her to act to at least try and save them.

Or, Beck repurposed Sam caught/experimentally repurposed? I would assume if possible repurposing a User would have loads of physical consequences, that wouldn’t go away even when/if undone. Migraines, nerve pain, brain fog to name a few. I could see CLU/Dyson going the repurposing route (for Beck and Sam) in a ‘you tried so hard to be to be Tron/a program, well we’ll treat you like one/have you share his (Tron’s) fate’.

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