Dreaming Wide Awake [Fourth Wall/Open]

[revenancemods]

Who: Everyone! Current characters, fourth wall characters, whoever wants to show up.
What: The portals are closed. Everyone's in Traverse Town, including a whole bunch of new people. This should be interesting.
Where: Traverse Town
When: Throughout the day
Warnings: Depends on the characters. Expect language at least.

You didn't expect to be here. You really didn't. The technicolor buildings are a surprise, as is the little white flying bear telling you you're in the dream world. He gives you a bag full of what looks to be currency, enough shiny things to create a creature of your own (or so he says), and sends you on your way.

Good luck.

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[foughtfortheusers]

Rinzler is ready for combat, but he's still not immediately attacking, looking Gibson over. "Rinzler. You are ISO?" He doesn't have direct orders... It's a bit confusing to say the least.

CLU wanted the ISOs gone though.

[userless]

"No, green circuits are really fashionable in Tron City now. Of course I'm an ISO!"

Short of tattooing his ISO symbol on his forehead, Gibson isn't really sure he could make it more obvious. Well, without sacrificing the integrity of his jacket, anyway. Okay, okay, he could cut a hole in the sleeve to show his ISO symbol anyway, but that would be way too asymmetrical for his tastes.

[foughtfortheusers]

Hey, in Rinzler's defense, there was only one left at his time. He needed to make sure it wasn't something stranger going on in this place.

"The ISOs were destroyed. CLU's orders."

[userless]

So it had been Clu's orders. Somehow Gibson isn't surprised at all. But he huffs and crosses his arms to hide the ugly expression on his face, glad it's still half masked in shadow.

"Yeah, well, it sure looks like we're not on the Grid anymore, doesn't it? So technically that order doesn't affect me."

[foughtfortheusers]

Rinzler pauses at that. It's kind of hard to think about like that. His master isn't here for orders. There's, oddly enough, a small amount of hesitation, though there really shouldn't be. "Serve CLU."

[userless]

"He isn't here, is he?" That's not an actual question; Clu would have definitely showed up to gloat over Gibson by now if he had been dragged here. "So what do you do when you don't have orders? I mean, every program has time off now and then. Do whatever you want! Except for the eliminating ISOs thing. Bad idea."

[foughtfortheusers]

Rinzler shakes his head at that. No. Has hasn't seen his master. "Not here."

Rinzler is just staring at Gibson at that question. "Time off?" Uh. No. That's not in his vocabulary. He just serves as Clu's loyal servant and guard dog. "Never."

[userless]

"Uh--" Clu, why you gotta be such a stern taskmaster? Everyone should have time off. That's just not fair.

"How about, uh, patrolling for Nightmares? Yeah. They're hostile. Attack everyone. You'd be doing this whole place a service by keeping them down."

[foughtfortheusers]

Rinzler thought that ever, tilting his head. "Acceptable." It means he's doing what he does best, after all. And it was close to his purpose. "Duty to serve Clu. Killed many times."

[userless]

"I bet you have," he muttered, but at least this would get the guy off his back. Seriously, who has two discs?

[foughtfortheusers]

Rinzler let out staticky noise. He meant it as a noise of agreement, but it could be pretty open for interpretation. He heard that.