The shakiest voice that was ever tested

[awearysoul]

[The corners of Flynn's eyes crinkle with amusement. He shakes his head.]

Do we really have to do this?

Deadlines piling up. Writing on the backburner. Trust me, man. I've been there. You've got enough on your plate without adding an old man to the waiting line. Besides, you really think we mesh?

Take things slow. [A flash of grief, and his tone goes quiet.]

And don't make promises you aren't equipped to keep.

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[sysadmin]

[ What this about keeping promises? Clu didn't quite catch that. He does, however, look more than a little pissed. ]

That's a first.

[awearysoul]

Clu.

[Brief surprise. Then tired expectation. Flynn knows better than to hope too much has changed.]

What is?

[nexus_creator]

You don't look like any Silhouette or Mirage I have seen.

What are you? A human?

[awearysoul]

Human. User. Depends on where you're from.

What are you, if you don't mind me asking?

[the_gamesmaster]

Old man? Who are you calling old, man? We're not done yet.

[awearysoul]

You might not be, man. What are you... '82? '83?

[clu2_perfection]

You've always been a stickler for deadlines, Flynn.

[awearysoul]

We can't all be perfect.

[breaksthelandscape]

I tried telling my mun almost the exact same thing to dissuade them from adding me to their cast.

It didn't work.

Now I'm stuck in a sinkhole with Tron that I kind of helped make after crash landing on top of him and the mun and their friends keep calling me a duckling who thinks he is a dog. Whatever that is supposed to mean...

[awearysoul]

Whoa, there. Let's take this one step at a time.

[He holds up a hand. Still, if you look close enough, Beck? You might see your Creator struggling not to laugh.]

You got... Tron... stuck in a what?

[justthedoctor]

Oh, don't worry, the Muns have a way of managing. You never know, you might help yours in some way. I like to think I help mine.

If it's any consolation, one of your old friends is in our headspace. He says there's a place for you, nice people, and you'd be safe! Plus, it's nice and slow, your Mun wouldn't have to worry about keeping up with how much they've let you out to socialize every month.

[awearysoul]

I'd certainly try, man. She's the stubborn sort, though. Spends half her time telling me I did it wrong.

Slow's good. [He smiles.] Friends are better. Who've you got kicking around up there with you?

[manwhowaited]

Hello, Flynn. [He smiles.]

What is it you say? 'Go with the flow' or something like that?

Muns always accumulate muses. If it's going to happen, it'll happen. Not really much you can do about it.

[awearysoul]

Bradley. [A genuine grin back.] Long time.

Something like that. But she's pushing herself. Might work better to wait and let things come.

[wasmarvsidea]

You can try to tell them, they ain't going to listen. Never do.

But maybe I shouldn't knock it so hard, if mine didn't pick us up like magnets pick up dropped screws, I wouldn't be here, so there is that.

[awearysoul]

[You look... oddly familiar.]

'Do whatever you will, but first be such as you are able to will'.

Good to know your own priorities.

No shakier than mine, old man...

[lifes_short_pop]

{{Mun has to work from home Thanksgiving weekend. If she can tear herself away from the Star Wars, she plans a bender - both films, the graphic novels, Uprising, Evolution, and 2.0...Good Fanfic takes research. Learn your canon first, THEN you can learn where the holes are}}

[The face is aged - meaning that's probably not a Program...]

[His jaw tries to work - fails]

[His brain has...well, it's gone to blue screen.]

[He clamps his hands into fists to stop them from shaking, but he's not sure if he's shaking with shock, fear, or rage.]

[awearysoul]

[The suit and circuitry imply a program, even if it's not a hard rule. Different system? Whatever it is, the shaking can't be good. Flynn takes a step closer, hand stretched out cautiously in case support is needed.]

Hey there. You okay?

[expect_me]

[Wow. Anon can hardly recognize him, but that is Flynn, isn't it?]

It's nice doing things with company. Maybe the mun just wants yours.

Muns are weird.

[The message is written neatly on sketch paper. Anon's been experimenting with calligraphy, so there are a couple different styles mashed together.]

[awearysoul]

I might think so too, if...

[Eyebrows are raised quizzically at the piece of paper, but he takes it in stride. It's when Flynn actually takes a look at the program holding it that he pauses, grin spreading.]

Hey. Didn't think you made it.

Have another familiar face, Flynn. :3

[tanks4thememory]

[Clu1 smiles a bit. He's always happy to see another Flynn around.]

Somehow, I don't think you'll be able to talk them out of it if they really want you on board. Muns kinda tend to do their own thing, from what I've seen.

[fight4theusers]

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Flynn.

[He doesn't blame you for anything, you know.]

[annualprank]

[Here's a familiar face. But Flynn might notice that this one's circuits are blue, not white...]

Nah, nothing wrong with taking things faster than you think you should. That's what makes it fun, right?



[OOC: You do realize you've had about half of grid_lined just pile on you in this post right? XD]

sort of sorry only not really /)_(\

[zuse]

A rather rousing byte of advice from the Maker.

It seems even he has a User.

/adds more to the grid_lined pile

[whoami]

Good advice. Sometimes it's better to go with it, and see things through, though.

[ Hi dad. Sam's missed you something fierce. Though he does have several bones to pick with you, too. But later. ]

/piles in, better late than never~

[namesram]

My mun's kind of in the same boat. Way too much unfinished stuff. But we get to stick around anyway.~

[hey, Flynn.~ it's been a while, and Ram has the snazzy new configuration to prove it.]