Homeless; On current apping plans ( Looking at Abax )

[whoami]

You're kidding. Right? I mean, this has to be some sort of joke, because if you do go through with this, we're both screwed.

No, I'm serious. You, and me both, mun. Screwed.

You? You get screwed because you, and I both know that you don't even have the time to pull this off, and you already have little freakouts over "being slow" and other such silly crap.
Me, though? I get to deal with a whole bunch of people I either don't know, or who want to kill me. Even beyond that, there's guys in here who want to kill me enough already!

...Oh, and I'm not even going to touch that 'shipping' stuff. You've got issues if you think that's going to fly.

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[notglitching]

[If Rinzler could derezz by glower alone, you would be voxels now. Or squishy meat.

You think you're screwed, user?]

[whoami]

Case, and point.

[ Hi, Rinzler. I mean Tron. Tronzler? Whatever. ]

[quorrathexplora]

Isn't that place a really busy place?

[whoami]

That's what I hear. It's also completely bugnuts.

[quorrathexplora]

You mean there are places which aren't... bugnuts?

[whoami]

Ha! Good point.

Hey Q.

[quorrathexplora]

Hello, Sam. How are you?

And are you going to be all right?

[whoami]

Not too bad, all things considered.

And you know me; deal with it as it comes, and it'll work out.

[quorrathexplora]

That's good. Otherwise Lora might have looked in to check on you, too.

Sam.

I'm... not sure who's still there, at that place. But you will have friends, too.

[whoami]

Oh man. Bless Lora, but that's about the last thing I need right now.

[ All smiles, honest! ]

Q, I don't have "friends" usually. It's not that big a deal to go it alone in a weird place. And, besides; anybody I would call a friend shouldn't have to end up stuck somewhere they definitely don't want to be.

[notglitching]

Glitched.

[Your guess on whether he means the city, the mun-users, or you.

Oh, and if you call him Tron, he'll disk you. B| ]

[quorrathexplora]

... why not?

*she's lived with your dad for a millennium, Sam. The possibility that you can fool her is minuscule*

That doesn't mean you can't use them, does it? Maybe it'll be easier, now that you... know. About how things truly were.

And some of them might be already there. I think. She lost truck who's still there and who left.

[whoami]

[ Having an irrational, and likely suicidal urge to go "I know you are, but what am I?". Thankfully, settling for a linefais. ]

Uh-huh. Sure.

[ Touchy, touchy. Backing away, now. ]

Whatever you say, man.

[whoami]

[ Awkward smile downgrading to halfhearted smirk. Way to hit him right in the feels, there, Quorra. ]

Because being cut off from everything you know, and love is no way to live.

But, if there's someone there Lora knows, and I wouldn't put it past her, then...well. We'll see.

[quorrathexplora]

*shh. She's not going to bring it up out loud! Then again, that makes her wince*

I know. *quietly* It's not.

I believe Yori is still there. She was written by Lora. Does that count?

[notglitching]

[Backing away, you say? How very... prey-like. Sam, your life choices.

Don't mind Rinzler just. Stalking closer. The low rumble's probably quieter than you remember it, but definitely in the menacing tone right now. Alternately the pissed off at the system tone. But hey, you make an excellent distraction.]

[whoami]

Yori?

[ Eyebrows hitting the hairline. That's news to Sam. ]

Like, the same Yori from those movies? No way!

[whoami]

[ Hey. It's called "trying to mind his own business". Not Sam's fault you've got a hardon for trying to kill him :T

Stopping, then, and scowling. ]

What.

[quorrathexplora]

Well... ported to Flynn's Grid, but before the Purge, if she recalls correctly. But, yes, Yori.

[whoami]

Wow. Talk about good timing.

[ Or, you know. Bad timing? ]

[notglitching]

[Less amusement, now. He stops too, disk hand clenching faintly, though it doesn't reach back yet. Always with the questions, user. Rinzler's not the one with answers. The pause draws out, then the irregular growl breaks with a low snarl.]

Purpose.

[Question in return. Though it comes out more of a demand.]

[quorrathexplora]

She's a lot less hurt than after what Clu did to her. We have the older - as in, later - her there.

[whoami]

[ Neither does Sam, but he's got the distinct feeling of being a quickdraw contest, here. Clenching both hands into fists at his sides, Sam just shakes his head in frustration. ]

Oh, so the one word thing is a trend? What am I supposed to do with that, exactly?

[ Charades was never Sam's strong suit. ]

Clarify parameters; "purpose" for what.

[ Ha. Take that, program-speak! ]

[whoami]

[ Annnd, now we're back to really awkward. ]

Oh. That's, uh...good. I think.

[quorrathexplora]

Sam. What?