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[hownkai]

T E S T D R I V E

ABOARD THE MOIRA Whether adjusting to space travel has been difficult or not, there is always something to be done. From working to leisure, the Moira offers a multitude of opportunities to get to know your crewmates a bit better. Exploration of the ship is highly encouraged, but as another planet grows closer to being docked, things start to get a little hectic. You'll notice a slight change in the artificial gravity as the Moira is pulled into a gravitational field; however, more noticeable changes can be found in the overall morale as you prepare to descend. ☄ on your own There are plenty of other communal areas on the ship to explore! Pick a place, and see where it takes you. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ERIS — 6578 Welcome to one of the sister Eris planets. This one, unlike many of its counterparts, is incredibly high dollar. For visiting individuals, it is mandatory to wear clothes befitting of such a status. For those aboard the Moira, it means discarding work attire for the formal wear they have been provided. Characters will find the temperature moderately cold, a late fall to early winter feel, and their outwear must reflect the prestige Eris—6578 is universally known for. Any sort of trading is strictly done through computers and electronic orders--nothing hands-on as it's considered beneath the inhabitants to indulge in such outdated means of interaction. Unlike most systems, money is needed to purchase things on Eris. The captains have given the crew unlimited credits; with each transaction, simply "pay" with the MID. ( These scenarios can be used as in-game canon. ) ☄ lavish living Fine dining? The movies? Or perhaps gambling? Whatever your tastes, Eris caters to everyone and everything—the more expensive, the better. There is no limit to what can be done when one has the money to spend, and this lifestyle reflects in the people and surroundings. Even sex is a very ornate process held to the highest discretion. Feel free to indulge, but know that it isn't without its consequences. ☄ taken In its underbelly, Eris—6578's main function is the trade and trafficking of bodies for one of two purposes: to be placed in a situation where you are made to kill for another's enjoyment or are tortured and killed based on the client's personal tastes. Each scenario is designed to fit the paying customer's predilections and is often carried out in places secured and private. Remember, money is no object. Therefore, the extent of what they do or make you do has no boundaries either. OUT OF CHARACTER INFO FAQ | LOCATIONS | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS | NAVIGATION For mature or graphic content, please label. For questions, please direct them to the FAQ. As always, be kind and have fun!

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Sam Flynn || Tron: Legacy

[whoami]

Moira

[ This couldn't be happening. Sam had already dealt with the idea of a digital world. He'd dealt with this whole sideways idea of a weird dictator somehow having his father's face. He'd even dealt with a "sister" coming out of left field. But space?

The last thing Sam could recall was an oncoming shockwave, then white....and then a hallway. Mostly said hallway was illuminated by the lights from his clothes (cloth? though it wasn't made of cloth) and though Sam wandered at first, seeing a planet of any kind was pretty amazing and kind of vertiginous. Seeing a planet that wasn't Earth was just adding to the already surreal feeling of this whole place. So if it as too surreal, then the only thing left...

Maybe this was real...? ]

ERIS-6578

Lavish Living

[ The first planet was a little too "dog and pony show" for Sam's liking. But it was familiar at least. And Sam wasn't about to go around in that stuff shirt monkey suit a moment longer than he had to. As soon as he was able to get out of that formal attire and into something a little closer to street clothes he was off exploring in no time flat. ]

Taken

[ So exploring hadn't gone so well. Sam hadn't figured on this kind of criminal element either. They had his arms cranked up over his head so much that his feet barley touched the floor. At first they had asked questions but now just seemed to be having fun with hurting him intermittently. They would wait now. to make sure one hurt did not blend into another. And Sam could only clamp his bloodied lips together because he refused to scream. ]

moira

[stillstar]

[ Space is something he's used to, unlike Sam. Still, Ivor doesn't like the fact he's on yet another ship without much choice of being there, and it's got his usually passive expression twisted up into a frown. He's exiting one of the rooms and wandering again, exploring and trying to compare current locations with those on the map of his MID, and it's how he runs into Sam. He doesn't think much of what he's wearing, only that he looks a little out of place. Lost, maybe?

A flick of his wrist, and a transparent holoscreen appears within view, a message with it. ]

Are you okay?

[whoami]

[ Sam almost jumped when he turned around from staring out at the unknown planet. ]

Jeeze you're quiet.

[ Or Sam was just really involved with looking out at said planet. After reading the message and still feeling a bit sore over being caught unaware like that, sarcasm takes over; ]

Oh sure. I get kidnapped by unknown assailants, for unknown reasons to what is an apparently unknown planet all the time.

[stillstar]

[ It's not like it's his fault he's quiet, but Ivor doesn't comment or show any sign of actually acknowledging the statement. If anything, he's used to almost every comment one can think of. ]

They explain why we're here, but I guess it's up to you to believe them or not. [ He doesn't. ] What planets do you know?

[whoami]

[ ...is it possible to be sarcastic though text? Sam wasn't sure, but that last bit did make him huff a little, then building to an all out laugh. ]

Well definitely not this one. And if this is a ship, then there's more to it. I'm guessing a lot more.

Show me someplace I can find clothes? I kinda glow like a porch light.

[stillstar]

[ It's not exactly specific, but maybe it doesn't really matter. Most humans originate from Earth or one of its colonies, so he assumes Sam probably does too. Given his clothes, it's probably no where near the planet. Ivor shrugs a little. ]

There's a map, but I haven't had a chance to explore yet. [ Which is sort of what he's trying to do. ] I think you can find some in the medbay. It's this way. [ And he turns around to backtrack the way he'd just come. ]

[whoami]

[ Sam follows after Ivor, indeed glowing like a porch light. ]

Moira

[fight4theusers]

[Tron has made a habit of patrolling the halls of the Moira while not on duty in communications; perhaps it's a relic of his programming as a security monitor, but he feels more comfortable doing so. Not that there's much action on the ship when they're not docked at a planet, and he doesn't have too much authority to do anything in any case, but it keeps him active, in any case.

This time, though, something catches in his field of vision, something that makes his processes race just a bit. A familiar glow, a reminder of home... those circuits, that pattern couldn't be anything but someone from the Grid, disappearing around a corner ahead of him. Hurrying down the corridor to find them, he calls out to their back, unable to see the face.]

Greetings, program!

[whoami]

[ Alan Bradley always had a distinctive voice. But it didn't have that burred growl to it...and Alan would have never called Sam a Program.

Carefully Sam turned around, and though he knew Programs take on a lot of the characteristics of their Users, he was still struck by the amazing similarity between Tron and Alan. ]

Uh. Not exactly.

[fight4theusers]

[Tron's steps stutter to a halt as he sees the other's face, recognizes him.] Sam... Sam Flynn.

[The last time he'd seen Sam, he'd only caught a glimpse of the User, firing at him from the gun turret of the light-jet as he pursued. Sam's shocked face had stared up at him as he pulled away, circling around, finding an angle to crash into Clu...]

[Tron forces himself to step forward again, cautiously. He's not sure how Sam will react to him.] It is... good to see you.

[whoami]

[ Sam stays where he's at, not sure himself what he's dealing with here. ].

Yeah. It's kind of cool to actually see you.

[ As opposed to a black featureless helmet. ]

...

[ After that the silence stretches until Sam closes it. ]

...so this is awkward.

[fight4theusers]

[Tron manages not to wince at that, but his circuits do brighten and dim a bit. He remembers, of course... his entire interaction with Sam was from Rinzler's point of view, before.]

I'm glad to actually meet you.

[He nods, acknowledging that yes, it is awkward. He's not entirely sure how to approach Sam, not yet. Should he start with apologies? Surely Sam knows at least some of what happened to him, back on the Grid. Does Sam blame Tron for what Rinzler did? He'd have every right to, of course...]

Did you make it to the Portal? [It's the first question that surfaces, out of the queue forming in Tron's processor. Underlying that is far more, but foremost he needs to know if what he did worked, if Clu caught them, if he needs to feel even more guilty than he does.]

[whoami]

[ Tron and Rinzler. Rinzler and Tron. Really one was just the safe mode for the other wasn't it? Tron was Sam's childhood hero because he fought for what he believed in. But when Tron was entirely stripped down to his most basic level you got Rinzler.

The Portal is so not where Sam wanted to talk about. There's no way of saying that without getting into a lot of old scars, fresh wounds and more memories than Sam knew what to do with. Sam's hands tense into fists. ]

Yeah. We made it to the Portal.

[ Unfortunately, it wasn't just them. ]

[fight4theusers]

[Oh, there's far more there than Sam is saying. Tron takes in Sam's posture and tension, his own circuits brightening a bit in agitation.]

What happened? Tell me.

[He has to know. Needs to know. When he fell into the Sea he thought it was over, that he was derezzed, that there was no more for him. But awakening here, it's the one question that's remained at low-level in his functions, through everything.]

Please.

[whoami]

[ Sam really did not want to be having this conversation right now, but he did need to tell Rinzl-- to tell Tron what had happened. It wasn't the Program's fault that he'd been caught up in everything in the old System any more than it was his fault he'd been caught up in everything in the new.

Sam still didn't want to do this. Hell, he wasn't even sure he could. He closed his eyes, and tried; ]

We weren't shot out of the sky. But when we got there Clu was waiting for us.

[ Sam swallowed, tasted bile, and for the millionth time asked himself if there was anything he could have done different. And for the millionth time the answer is no. ]

Dad...Dad knew there were these plates that would cut the Portal off. And the Rectifier and Clu...Clu was making one last all-or-nothing play for Dad's disk. And I was just trying to get Dad home...

[ Sam could feel a suspicious prickling behind his eyes, so he squeezed them harder and ignored the rough quality in his voice. ]

They reintegrated. Clu and Dad. Only me and Quorra got in the Portal.

[fight4theusers]

Continued here!