tdm 17

[savmods]

test drive meme

Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.

Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.

You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there.You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you.

welcome to thisavrou

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verrfit

⋆ Verrfit is classified as Exploration Class (EC) and is open to all travelers. Once they have set foot upon the planet, they'll find a sweet scent upon the air nearly overwhelming until their senses adjust. The planet appears to be unsettled, largely devoid of intelligent life, at least above the surface; much of Verrfit is covered in water, but the liquid is sticky, red and has a sugary smell (though anyone who tastes it will discover it has a terribly bitter aftertaste.) Small islets are covered with verdant plant life and gritty beaches; when the sun hits it just right, the sand seems to sparkle. Islets are connected by thin strips of land, but sand bars also make it easier to wade from one to another. Weather is fair, but those who look up into the sky will notice that the sun is distorted, as if a warped pane of glass high above is preventing clarity.

⋆ Those who make it to one of the larger pieces of land will find more greenspace and a natural spring at the top of a hill near the beach. It's easy for anyone to lean in with cupped hands or a container to have a cold drink, but the water has a peculiar effect; for the next hour, anyone who drinks it will feel compelled to speak nothing but the truth. Whether or not they're able to hold back by not speaking at all or are compelled to talk seems to depend on how much they drank and their natural constitution.

⋆ One particular islet is craggier than most others, full of rocks and much less plant life. Those who stumble upon a particularly foreboding cave will find that it is easy to explore, requiring only a little hunching from the tallest, and leads to a passage that leads down into the earth. Perhaps it's the breeze coming through that sounds like whispers and voices from afar? Or maybe it's a property of the stone around them that reaches into their very minds, calling forth images and eventually, if they linger, mild hallucinations of whatever it is they fear. Whatever it is, it's certainly spooky.

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peggy carter | mcu

[cookshisgoose]

ingress:

[Waking up on the Ingress Complex filled her with the biggest sense of deja-vu. It took time for it to come back to her, her mind as fuzzy as it was from the Ingress, but eventually the memories began to creep through the fog: she was back.

Sort of, anyway. It didn't take her long to realize this wasn't the same place she had left. At first she wondered if maybe she had just fallen asleep again, thrown into cryo like so many times before, but she was assured by the personnel that she had only just arrived. Between what she was able to drag out of the technician and the information packet she received, she was able to start to piece together the timetable of events.

She remembered the Midway Hub -- she remembered the bodies, the awful smell, and most importantly, the Savrii and their promise for a way home.

And apparently she did go home.

Now her befuddled mind was racing, trying to take it all in. Even if it was familiar, that didn't change the fact that it happened all over again and she had to readjust. Not that she was going to let that slow her down. All she could think about was all of the friends she had made in her time here. Were any of them still here? Were they okay?

Still a bit dazed and ignoring the protests of the technician for her to wait until her body finished acclimating, Peggy grabbed her TAB and proceeded to exit Medbay. She knew the drill, but the woman was as stubborn as ever. She may have still been woozy but she had more important things to do: find her friends and find out what the bloody hell happened since she left.]

[staystraught]

[One hand braced on the nearest wall and pulling his sunglasses off his face to see if that would help with the blindness, and-- no. No, it did not. Nor the ringing in his head and Dick groans.]

Dude, can I just go to school today? I don't want to stay home.

[Gingerly, he reaches a hand out in front of him--]

Sorry to whoever's foot I'm about to step on. Hope the shoes aren't too expensive; promise I can pay you back, depending on how close we are to Gotham.

I'm tagging from my phone so bare with me

[cookshisgoose]

[Some might consider her inability to simply continue on like nothing happened a weakness, but Peggy didn't hesitate for a second when the young boy appeared, clearly struggling as she was, though not coping quite as well.

She was at his side in moments, grabbing his hand to steady him (even if she wasn't very graceful in the moment herself), a soft smile creeping on her face. He may not be able to see it, but it comes through in her posh accent.]

Trust me, these old things have seen much worse. Though we're a long way from anywhere called Gotham, I'm afraid. [she hated to be the bearer of bad news, but he was going to find out one way or another.]

[retrovirion]

[ working maintenance more or less means that by default you don't really see a whole lot of interesting things. every now and then he gets to direct a woozy newcomer down the hallway, or help a lost explorer find their way to the nearest elevator, but more often than not he's just checking on systems that are performing as indicated and within parameters and didn't really need looking in on except for where they might have.

he likes learning as much as he can about the ingress in general though, which keeps things interesting enough. usually there's not much to learn at his level, but occasionally, just often enough, he might catch something here and there.

it hasn't... really happened yet, but it might! that's the important part.

or hey, today might be another one of those days where he helps a woozy newcomer down the hallway. ] Woah, hey, I think you're going the wrong way. [ uh. ] Ma'am. [ something about her seems less like an absolute stranger than everyone else usually is, but he has no idea why that's the case. regardless: ] You're trying to get somewhere?

[cookshisgoose]

[There's something familiar about the young man that comes to her aid, though her fuzzy mind won't quite come to the realization. She studies his face for a moment, then considers his question.]

I- I'm not entirely sure, to be completely honest. [That would imply she knew somewhere to get to. She was still just trying to figure out what had happened from the time she remembered last.

It was as she trying to decide how best to proceed that it clicked in her mind where she knew it.]

The colony festival that changed people. You helped me back to the Moira. [It felt so...distant of a memory, but she knew it couldn't have been too long. He hadn't changed from what she rememberd (assuming he was human and aged at a normal pace), but her past time here was still just foggy enough that she couldn't be completely sure.]

I'm sorry. I swear I've been here before, but not - well, here.

credence barebone. fbawtft.

[insidiose]

ingress.

[ credence wakes up not knowing where he is. he is nauseated and frightened and nothing looks familiar at all. he immediately panics and there are several (a lot of) moments where medical technicians have to try and calm him down because he tenses and shakes almost like he's having a seizure but the truth of the matter is his magic is fighting and dark and desperate. eyes flickering white black white black white with black smoke curling out his fingers, from under his clothing—

—a young woman with dark hair is able to finally calm him, reading his name softly off of a chart. talking him down is a trial but they manage it before needing to contain him. she takes over his case, explaining and teaching and doing his medical scans. once everything is finally done he just ... sits out in one of the main areas, trying to get over being so overwhelmed. even sitting he's hunched forward with his head down, hands in his lap so that he doesn't take up much space. maybe people will leave him alone. ]

verrfit: the caves.

[ he hadn't actually meant to end up here: credence had just been afraid of hurting anyone and so he'd wanted to go somewhere that no one would be close enough to be harmed if something happened. something like his obscurus exploding out of him and causing damage and killing people and—

—the cave is quiet at first. only at first though, and credence is just settling in where the light barely touches enough to see without a light on his tab on. he's not down in the passage proper, still close to the surface, but voices are gently tugging at him and there are images in his mind that he can't explain. his mother had spoken of visions before but there are two kinds: sacred and damned. he wonders which these are as he hunches closer to the wall.

it'd be very difficult to miss him in the dim light save for the fact that his pale skin is almost luminous; a white face in the shadows. ]

TAB network post.

name: c.barebone.

How can we find someone we know? Please.

network, also i'm sorry forever

[serpentaria]

name: t.m.r.

My considerable experience could be wrong, but the lack of details may be a hindrance.

#DARKLORDSLEAVECREDENCEALONE

[insidiose]

I'm sorry, I meant in a general way. I don't have many details.

I'm looking for Miss Tina Goldstein. She's average height with dark hair and she's very pretty and kind but I don't even know if she's here.

I need her help.

[ miss tina would help him??? miss tina would help him. ]

verrfit: the caves.

[mund]

[ he sees him, pale as bone in the shadows; and if graves doesn't already know what ghosts look like, would probably have mistaken him for one. the setting of the place definitely lends truth to that impression; it's eerie, unsettling in the ways that inspire horror stories of every stripe.

but he comes in anyway, because ghosts don't frighten him. it's quiet here, away from the clamor of too much noise and sound, and graves' curiosity is piqued. he's not usually a man prone to foolish explorations, but this time seems to be the exception. in credence, he discovers a surprising glimpse of home, new york, where he had an established role and sense of purpose, where being upturned like this is an unthinkable impossibility.

but there they are, and here he is, looking into the face of the young man tina had lost her job for. credence barebone, he'd read on the report, heard on tina's lips as she explain why she'd done what she'd done, exposing them before the virulent hatred of the second salemers, and to a barebone no less.

but credence seems more victim than perpetrator, if graves' investigations on the family is anything to go by, and he pauses in his steps when he catches sight of him, unable to quell a flicker of surprise. of all places --

he's hunched over, timid and huddled into himself, as if trying to rub out as much of his presence as he can; as if his very existence is one that warrants an apology by none but the subject himself.

what a small, small world, indeed. ]

It's not safe here.

[ consider this as graves fulfilling his civic duty. ]

[insidiose]

[ an unthinkable impossibility. if credence knew the whole story he could laugh at that, couldn't he? no, he'd still be broken by it. they'd both be, if graves knew. but here he is, standing in front of credence (though not as close as he usually is, too close) with that tiny flicker of surprise that he'd worn when he'd seen what credence could do. what he was. what he is.

he'd smile if he weren't so immediately filled with a deep and visceral unrest and fear. ]

Now it isn't. Why are you here? [ his voice is trying to be firm but it trembles nonetheless - this fear isn't borne by the fear of something new. this is the fear of recognition. he recognizes graves and that's what's frightening him.

credence shifts back against the cold stone, practically pressed flush against it. ] Go away. I don't want to see you ever again. [ there's something flighty and panicked there, something that's begging. ] I'm not going to listen to you any more, Mr. Graves. Go away.

[ the barest flutter of black smoke from beneath his fingernails, easy to miss when his eyes are wide and glassy and he's shaking so badly— ]

garrett // thief

[blackhand]

[1. ingress.

If this had been over a year ago, Garrett would have taken this a lot poorer than most. There's nothing in the City that's as advanced as this- automatons or no. It even outdoes the soul and the heart of the automaton that he stole, though he's sure he won't ever really understand what the both of them are beyond trophies. He supposes the reason he takes all of this in stride is simply because he's seen Even Weirder Shit(TM) than what he's viewing right now. The people there try to help him, but the thief puts up enough of a fuss that in the end, they leave him be.

As it is, he's scurried out of the medical area as soon as he could and taken to a darker corner of one of the alleyways in the complex. It's not home, but it's better than being out in the light, and Garrett is one who works best in the shadows. Don't mind the thin figure making its way up a wall, or carefully gazing out into the crowds that pass him by, or his right eye that glows an eerie aqua before a wisp of smoke trails out of it. He's not trying to be a creep (keyword: trying, because he is a creep), only observing for the time being.

2a. kauto

Did someone leave their jewelry unattended? Missing a watch? Is your wallet lighter than it should be? It's probably thanks to this guy. If nothing else, Garrett has gone to his usual habits and is stealing what he considers to be profitable for fences as well as his own trophy collection. Things aren't as easy to get here, though, and that's incredibly frustrating for a man who goes by the title of "Master Thief." Well, frustrating and thrilling as a challenge. He has yet to figure out how to bypass the more electronic security of certain places, or how to hack, but those will come in due time.

On this particular night he's working on raiding a not-so-guarded home from its valuables, slipping out from a window and shutting it with utmost care. It doesn't look like he has anything valuable in his hands, but he probably does. Right now, he's doing what he can to not be caught.

2b. Kauto

Or maybe you're being told to work with him on a certain job, or have requested to work with him. Partnerships leave a bad taste in his mouth these days, reminding him too much of Erin- but Garrett has to take what he can get on Savrou, and so he agrees to it.

That doesn't exactly mean he's going to be friendly about it, or courteous.]

Your footsteps are too loud.

[Said as an offhand comment during the job, his tone mixed between sarcasm and mockery. He's hoping to get this work done quick and easy, and all he's getting right now is a headache. At this rate, it's never going to get done, or done well.]

[3. wildcard

open for any ideas or places he may show up! garrett is flexible.]

2b!

[tactlenecks]

[What, exactly, motivated Sterling Malory Archer to take this job with Garrett? What could have possibly driven the world's greatest secret agent to work with such a skulking, back-alley pursecutter? Was it the promise of wealth, of riches beyond his imagination? Perhaps it was the thrill of creeping around in the nighttime, of living on the razor's edge, with danger lurking behind every corner. Or perhaps- perhaps -he's finally decided to go rogue, to put a price on his ungentlemanly skills for the highest bidder to utilize as they pleased.


-actually, he was hoping it would be his chance to act out something like the Thomas Crowne Affair.

(You know, Steve McQueen? Faye Dunaway? The chess scene?

God, he is just - surrounded by philistines.)

But no, it's nothing like that. It's nothing like that at all. They're not robbing a bank, they're snooping around in some musty mansion that reeks of old people at three in the goddamn morning, and Garrett is far, far, far and away from being any kind of Faye Dunaway. Archer imagines that if he took that facemask off he'd look like - Ryan Gosling meets Uncle Fester. Which, you know - no.

(What did he do to deserve this? Is this karma for shooting Brett? Because Brett totally brought all those negligent discharges on himself. Yes. Definitely. All fourteen and a half of them.)

At Garrett's admonishment, he stops rifling through a drawer and narrows his eyes.]

Yeah, well - your breathing is too loud.

[So there.

(So Garrett should...asphyxiate himself? He didn't think that one through.)

Apparently unsatisfied with his comeback, he pulls the drawer clear out of the dresser and drops it on the floor, producing a loud THUNK.]

Oops.

[Because pettiness accomplishes the mission, right?]

[blackhand]

[Archer has probably been one of the worst partners he's had to work with- but at least this leaves him a story for Basso, if he feels like it. Whenever he gets home. The last part causes him to scowl from under the cowl he wears, and he waves off the petty insult like it's a fly.

They're there because a client wants them to look for certain papers pertaining to a handover in goods, one that hasn't passed through security and would land the client in hot water if it's discovered. Garrett is only mildly concerned with the client's well-being; he was tempted to pass on the job if only to make the man sweat more when it was brought to him.

Still, the thought of this man being in such desperation gets shoved into the back of his head upon Archer clumsily handling the dresser drawer and making noise. The master thief snaps his attention to the object, then to Archer.]

Do you want us to be caught? [It's hissed back, irritated at how careless the other is. Garrett places a palm over his face in exasperation, and he turns his head to listen for any movements or sounds headed their way. As a precaution, he slinks towards the door and waits to see if anything responds to him or to Archer, and when nothing does, he relaxes- if only slightly.]

I'm beginning to wonder if you've been trying to sabotage this from the start.

raven darkholme | x-men.

[athru]

INGRESS

[ Raven wakes up and is, after a moment of dizzy disorientation, alert, pushing herself up and tilting her head as she tries to take in where she is. This is nothing like the place she had fallen asleep - a room in the mansion, almost like home but different, since her room had been a shrine before it had been destroyed - and she's prepared for whatever might come at her, skimming around before she stands up a little taller. There doesn't seem to be anything around, and that's as disorientating as waking up here in the first place, her frustration clear on her face.

Eventually, she goes forward and is greeted by the stranger - and none of it sits well with her. She doesn't trust people easily at the best of times and she has no reason whatsoever to think that she can trust some random person telling her that her health is fine while they're obtaining some sort of signature from her. It sounds a little bit too much like registration for her to be comfortable and she's immediately trying to move away, shifting out of place and out of the complex altogether, not paying much attention to where she's going or who she might end up walking into.

It doesn't matter, really. She just wants to find a way out. She's been told she has to wait for a week, but at the same time she's a little bit on the edge of stubborn. ]

NETWORK

[ When she's a little more settled - and she's realised she's not going anywhere - she decides the best thing to do is hit the network and try to find some intel. She doesn't feel safe, and it makes her frustrated, on the edge of anger. ]

How long have you been here?

[ There's no specified audience; she's just curious, angrily so. ]

Network | I lied, hi

[welcomeprofessor]

A month. And that's a better case scenario than many I've heard.

[Which is vague in kind--he can absolutely play at this kind of petty--but not exactly untrue, even in its massive omission.]

/peeks in here

[frankensteinian]

Almost three months now. Which isn't that long, compared to most.

[But he'll complain anyway.]

SLAMS IN HERE WITH THE c-c-c-combo breaker!! aka ingress

[shadowblends]

[At first, when her name appears on the TAB, Kurt doesn't believe it.

He's gotten used to names blipping up every now and then, only to disappear after a little while-- like they had never really existed, but once he notices that it doesn't go away is the time he decides to take action. Rushing to the complex isn't something he's done since the slaver incident; he's still lingering on that far too long for his liking, although he believes he deserves to sit with the guilt for a decent length of time. They'd done something ridiculously impulsive - stupid, really - and needed to deal with the consequences of their actions.

It'd been a moment of weakness, much like how arguing with the some of the higher-ups at the front of the Complex right now is.] What do you mean you haven't seen her?

[He gestures vaguely at nothing in particular then plants both hands on his hips, features creased with irritation.] She's blue-- with yellow eyes and red hair, [a beat, his nose wrinkling more with contemplation.] Why does my reason for seeking her out matter? [The answer he receives is not what he expected and with a huff of annoyance, he throws an arm into the air, pivots on the ball of his foot and takes off, muttering underneath his breath in German, entirely unaware that Raven is far closer than he knows.]

network

[greyate]

Here as in "space" or here as in what planet we're on?

Lavellan | Dragon Age | crau

[arla]

ingress.
[ Not the welcome she wanted. It takes far too long for her to leave medical, too many people poking and fawning over the intricate scarring of an arm gone from this world, despite her numerous quiet and polite attempts to tell them otherwise. She tugs her half-cloak down over it to mask the missing limb as she moves on, examining the structure of what is to be her new home. No matter what she's experienced in her life, this...this is almost too much. It brightens her stormy gaze with a shimmer of curiosity and wonder she hasn't shown in what seems like too long, and she's eager to explore, bare feet on the cold steel.

There's so much to discover. She turns around as she walks, eyes everywhere, and it's not completely unlikely for her to brush past someone accidentally or even run into them. She gives a brief dip of her head, flushing with embarrassment. ]

My apologies. I believe I'm a little starstruck.


kauto (r2).
[ From Inquisitor to farmer. It could be worse.

In fact, it isn't so unlike what she'd been doing before. She tends to animals and to some crops, going back to living off of the land. It seems so stagnant, honestly; there's hardly any movement or travel, no clan or packs of friends to call her own. But it's...peaceful, she supposes, and quiet. Quiet enough that thoughts can stew and coalesce and leave her feeling sore again and again, even when there's nothing for her to be angry about.

She has the time now. She has the chance to think on what to do to help Thedas. She won't be allowed the opportunity to do this once she returns. Every hour, every day is another wasted while Solas continues his work.

Bleating from her charges - a pack of gentle and odd little creatures that she's never seen before - alert her to a visitor. Who...promptly gets completely overrun by the animals she's tending to, like a pack of overly chipper baby deer with the personalities of puppies. Nasrin leans on her staff and laughs. ]

I thought I was protecting them but it looks like they can take care of things on their own. [ More bleating. She sighs. ] Need some help?


wildcard.

[ Anything else! ]

ingress (gentle screaming intensifies)

[cockade]

[He's taken to walking along the streets on certain days, if only to check on supplies and certain connections not exactly thrilled with his entering and leaving via windows. The Ingress is far more advanced than anything he's ever seen before, and even after being on a ship that flies in space over a year, he's still getting used to how different the future is.

He's at a corner of one of the lobbies when Nasrin brushes by him, eyes in his book of wards and trying to mimic the old symbols in an effort to ingrain them back into his memory. It's been so long since he's needed them, but with the episode of the last planet, he's not going to take any chances. He doesn't bother to look up at first, finger halfway through a silencing ward and concentrating- but he does acknowledge her.]

You shouldn't worry, mademoiselle.

[And now, Arno finally finishes the symbol and huffs a little, pleased. He looks up as he speaks.]

As you can see, I was caught up in-

[His eyes connect with hers, and suddenly everything stops. The book tilts right out of Arno's hand as he blinks, completely at a loss of what to say next. He knows that face. He knows that voice.

He just never expected to see her here.

Weakly, as he swallows down the greatest fear that she'll simply vanish into nothing before him-]

...Nasrin?

i was gonna save this but EH FUCK IT (ingress)

[lavelly]

[His heart had started pounding the moment he caught a glance of her vallaslin, but he told himself it could have been any number of other elves in all of Thedas. After all, the odds that the Ingress had pulled in one specific woman he'd been dreading are miniscule, aren't they?

But then he sees the cloak for what it is, and there's no more room for doubt.

Well. He'd always known this day could come, and here it is, and he whatever hell it might bring him later he's profoundly glad for his arm back in this particular moment. It made what he's going to do much more convincing.

He schools his expression into one of delighted curiosity and approaches her like he's only just seen her.]

Aneth ara, lethallan. I didn't expect to ever see another Dalish here.

ingress.

[brainiest]

[ Hermione likes to go back to the ingress, sometimes, and thinks about how she feels being here, trying to figure out how she's meant to be doing now that she's here. It's not the Drabwurld and she feels completely out of place, even now, and she's struggling, just a little. She wants to be comfortable again, she wants to be happy again, and it's a slow and steady move from the jarring reality to this... Odd, dreamlike world.

She has Katsa, though, and others. She'd doing her best.

Spotting a familiar figure makes her eyes widen, though, and there's a rush of intensity that burns through her before she steps forward, swallowing. She doesn't dare believe, not really, and then she moves forward and reaches out, touching the woman on the shoulder and leaping back a little when she speaks. ]

... Nasrin.

Quorra | Tron: Legacy

[themiracle]

(A. Verrfit)

[ Once the jarring, initial shock had worn off from her systems -- she had made it into the User world, but evidently not Flynn's world -- that disorientation had been replaced by sheer excitement. There isn't just one User world to see and experience, there are many. And the moment Quorra is given the opportunity to go off and explore, she instantly jumps at the chance.

There is so much to take in when she sets foot on the planet, it's almost overwhelming. The green flora sprinkled all over, the way the sun (the sun!) scatters across the red water, how it makes the sand flicker with thousands of tiny speckles of light, even just the sun itself, shining high above her -- she can't help but be fascinated.

After spending a good long time at the shore, Quorra eventually wanders out to one of the rockier islets and discovers the cave. Curiosity is what first draws her into the dark, damp passage, her pearl white circuits casting a pale light onto the rock surrounding her. But the breeze -- or was that a voice? -- sends a prickle of uneasiness through her. ]

... Hello? [ No answer. She's about to turn around, get out of this eerie place, when an image presses itself into her thoughts, unbidden -- an impression of gold circuits on black, a smug smirk, sickening in all its familiarity. Dread surges through her and Quorra inhales a sharp breath, taking a surprised step backwards, unaware of anyone that may've come up behind her. ]


(B. Wildcard for whatever!)

so I heard you like stabbings

[notglitching]

[Curiosity. Boredom. Scanning for potential threats. There are any number of explanations for Rinzler's habit of venturing afield. Perhaps, it's as simple as not being told he can't. Things are different in the user world. He is, and Clu's acknowledgement has gone a long way toward easing the strain of parameters stretched past recognition. Still, it helps to remind himself. He can move. He can act.

He doesn't have to wait.

Whatever the reason, Rinzler's made a point of visiting each networked system as it opens. This one is no exception. The program traverses the land bridge carefully, eying the red liquid with distaste. He inspects the odd filter(?) blocking the sun, leaps and darts his way up the craggy rise with mild appreciation for the challenge.

He steps inside the cave. Ignores the whispers. Freezes at the glimpse of gold on black—but where Quorra's vision stands smug and triumphant, Rinzler sees his admin's expression twisted with sheer rage. It vanishes, leaving a raw and ebbing lock of panic. Just another error. A glitch. (Or a memory—it wouldn't be the first—but that's nothing he wants to process now.) Refocus. Redirect. Search. Explore. Scan for threats.

How fortunate, when one appears around the corner.

ISO. Stumbling and stupid, naive and helpless and wrong. The signature seethes against his scans, burns through processing, tripping a thousand flags of wipe it, kill it, viral, threat. He doesn't need the reminder. Quorra's gasp will be followed by a soft click: a disk, coming free from dock.

And, of course, the growl of Clu's enforcer.]

sara lance ( dctv )

[kunari]

( network )
Curious about what I should do first: find out where the best place to get a drink is or ask what a girl with a unique skill set does for a job.

( verrfit )
Somehow I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore.

( Even though Sara's done the whole time travelling thing she's not done the alien planet exploration thing. Technically this is her second, or maybe third if the Ingress counts alongside Kauto, but at least Kauto had similarities to Earth. This... was red.

And sweet.

She's wrinkling her nose up from the moment she arrives, trying to find something to smell other than that, and takes a few cursory steps around )

Do you have any idea what we're supposed to find here?

( Or is it all completely unknown exploration. That's not the fun kind )