take yourself down, pick yourself up
Who: Roy, OPEN
Where: Tron City
When: ~NOW~
What: A wild User appears!
Warnings: will edit if there are any.
He'd finally cracked. That was the only logical explanation for having walked out of a subway tunnel and into a street where day had become night, everyone was wearing light-up clothing, and all the signs were written in some sort of code.
When turning around brought him face to face with a blank wall and a couple of irate glowing people who nearly bumped into him, Roy uttered a quick apology and dodged out into the crowd, where, as long as nobody really bothered to look at him, he didn't seem to attract much attention. He wondered if this was what madness felt like. Arcade Aid and Flynn Lives were both full-time occupations and he tried to remember to sleep and eat and not stretch himself too thin, although watching Alan drive himself so relentlessly wasn't much incentive for that... but he couldn't remember feeling this close to the edge, and yet he couldn't possibly be where he was.
It was impossible. A fable. A myth.
Flynn's myth.
He took off his glasses and stuck them in his pocket, pausing on the sidewalk to look up and up and up through an unexpected stinging blur. A Recognizer thundered past, hundreds of yards overhead, and he almost wasn't even surprised. The game, the posters, Flynn's lavishly detailed descriptions of the world inside the machine, a world you could visit like that kid in 'The Last Action Hero', a digital frontier that could reshape everything.....
"Oh my God," he breathed. "It's all real."
[[SO this happened sooner than expected, but he couldn't stay away.<3]]
Where: Tron City
When: ~NOW~
What: A wild User appears!
Warnings: will edit if there are any.
He'd finally cracked. That was the only logical explanation for having walked out of a subway tunnel and into a street where day had become night, everyone was wearing light-up clothing, and all the signs were written in some sort of code.
When turning around brought him face to face with a blank wall and a couple of irate glowing people who nearly bumped into him, Roy uttered a quick apology and dodged out into the crowd, where, as long as nobody really bothered to look at him, he didn't seem to attract much attention. He wondered if this was what madness felt like. Arcade Aid and Flynn Lives were both full-time occupations and he tried to remember to sleep and eat and not stretch himself too thin, although watching Alan drive himself so relentlessly wasn't much incentive for that... but he couldn't remember feeling this close to the edge, and yet he couldn't possibly be where he was.
It was impossible. A fable. A myth.
Flynn's myth.
He took off his glasses and stuck them in his pocket, pausing on the sidewalk to look up and up and up through an unexpected stinging blur. A Recognizer thundered past, hundreds of yards overhead, and he almost wasn't even surprised. The game, the posters, Flynn's lavishly detailed descriptions of the world inside the machine, a world you could visit like that kid in 'The Last Action Hero', a digital frontier that could reshape everything.....
"Oh my God," he breathed. "It's all real."
[[SO this happened sooner than expected, but he couldn't stay away.<3]]