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Flynn Lives...

Welcome Programs, to the Free Grid!

a Tron-verse meme

Thanks to Kevin Flynn's sacrifice, Sam Flynn's sentimentality, Quorra's memory, and programming help from a handful of others (the younger Flynn determined not to make the same mistakes as the elder)

The Grid has been rebuilt almost from the ground up, and repopulated with some programs he wrote himself, some that were written by Encom colleagues and others still by old CalTech friends (and friends of friends at other universities and think tanks and et cetera)

Some areas are still under construction, more sparsely populated than others, but the city center is thriving, there are The Games (now much less lethal) for the competitive-minded, the End Of Line Club for the partiers and The Archives for those who want to learn (or to impart knowledge) and various other venues (art galleries, shops of every stripe, vehicle mechanics and rentals, even casinos and smaller clubs.) Also the Park and it's resident swarm of Bits, they don't bite, but they might talk you to death.

The Train will get you basically anywhere you need to know, and runs all the time, no need to worry about it being out of service just because it's late. Light cycles are another popular mode of transportation, and the City isn't so big that it can't be walked.

Outside of the City is the Outlands all rugged terrain and cracked vistas. Beyond that is the Sea of Simulation which -now clean and virus-free once more- Sam hopes will begin to spawn ISOs as it once did. Beyond that is The Portal which is the way back to the real world, the realm of the Users.

Sometimes the Portal glitches, it's a known problem, nothing serious, really, just that it occasionally pulls in Programs from other versions of the Grid, other times in the Grid's history. It's a thing, and the new arrivals are generally found within short order and filled in on what's happening. System Monitors and a network of volunteers help with that.

Your character can be a native program, a transplant, even a visiting User, that's up to you. Tag around, get to know each other, have fun and try not to make the place too buggy, nobody wants to deal with that.

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She's not sure whether she's native to this Grid or not, but she can usually be found in the middle of the Bit swarm in the park, or taking them for field trips to the Archives or just riding around in circles on the train.

She can occasionally be found at the End of Line, or one of the other smaller clubs, and sometimes she takes in the games now that they're less deadly.

Former conscript, now just a friendly neighborhood archivist. Some of the combat programming is still lurking around in there though...

Accidental arrival, unless he's one of Sam's college friends helping test it out. This could also just be an elaborate dreamscape scenario.

Transplanted System Monitor, but don't let the size or the expression fool you, he'll take in strays and really is a softie under it all, and he's definitely on the system monitor volunteer squad for finding new arrivals.

Either he's one of Sam's programming friends on a tourist trip, or he's some kind of utility program, either way he's nervous but helpful.

Security special task force, sometime game contender ~~and please join me in imagining what a light-bow would look like~~

She's the End of Line's very first waitress, the template for all the others. Either this is her home grid or she's been transplanted and fell right back in to work.

She can occasionally be found behind the bar, when there's an event or it's an otherwise unexpectedly busy night.

Not exactly new arrivals, but re-instated programs, compiled and dropped in from some of Kevin's notes and saved work. They were supposed to be one program, a counterpart to the Sirens, but they were split at the last minute into a double.

They're game trainers, their level of intensity ramping up automatically as their trainees learn and grow, but if someone asks for them to take it easy they definitely will, they do this for the fun of it, not for the competition in and of itself.

She's a courier program, for hard copies or data packet delivery that has to be done via physical transfer, or really any other information that can't be trusted to the city message system. She knows her way around the city like she was made for it, and maybe she was.

If she's not on a job she's usually in the park or having a friendly arena match, if it's been a good day she's probably celebrating at the End of Line.

Definitely visiting, probably testing out flight mechanics for a peripheral, but otherwise being incredibly impressed.

She's an ISO, and she's always wanted to compete in the Games, so she can usually be found training, or having a friendly bout, or just free-climbing buildings or even rocks in the Outlands. She'll definitely try to be your friend, especially if you're tall and she can climb you to get a better vantage point.

Okay so you know those dress up phone games? She's one of those, but like, runs a shop to dress up programs. All kinds of new skins/peripherals, and she can probably kit out a User too if they stop by.

She's the Host of a classy, upscale type of club, smaller and less raucous than the End of Line.

He's the basis of someone's chatbot boyfriend, probably. But also a level of Gigolo Joe from A.I.

ISO architect, full info is on his profile.

She's one of the city's compilers, and she knows how to patch Users up too, she doesn't always have the best bedside manner, but she's available at all hours.

Bostrumite ISO who survived the zombification of Bostrum (and the whole collapse that followed) and has been living in the Outlands ever since. If this isn't his home grid, he probably doesn't even realize he's not where he was before.

You know her, you love her, she's helped pull the place back together and is always happy to show someone around.
I'm down for it being her home universe or a different one or basically anything really. Girl just needs to get out more.

Excellent mechanic, may or may not be an ISO, she doesn't really talk to anybody.

This one's a Rinzler who remembers he was Tron. Or maybe a Tron who remembers he was Rinzler. Either way his dip in the Sea has mostly just confused the issue.

He lurks, mostly, but not with murderous intent anymore.

Usually.

Same person, different face. Still curious, gregarious Quorra, just with the gender markers flipped.

CEO, daddy's girl, the other power behind bringing the Grid back to life. She's usually happy to show people around, and whether this is her usual Grid or not, she's going to make herself at home.

[ ooc: caught up with Tron: Ares, will mark for spoilers, if any apply! ]

( The Creator himself, tooling around this gorgeous (spoilers!) Grid.

He's easy to find: poring over new data streams in the Archives and discussing them with local Programs, strolling the paths of the Park and chatting (more or less) with the Bits, or having a quiet(er) drink in the slow, early hours of the End of Line. )

How's it hangin'?

[Well, periodically being bombarded by stray Bits is a small price to Perlis to pay for time in the Park. Could be a whole lot worse: she could be stuck having to fight Aurora again.]

[Disc Wars: not fun.]

Creator! Oh, I didn’t- [Perlis is just gonna quickly wave a Bit away from her head.]

Things are- things are well. How are you?

He wasn't literally her old man, but in any way that mattered, he was still her Old Man, "Like a hammer-loop on a coverall." She replied, smiling, "And you're making me hike all over to find you now, that's good." Actually being out and about was good for him and she was never going to say he shouldn't do it.

"Anyway, brought you something, courtesy of one of the new interns, one of the ones I think is going to make it." She presented the facsimile of a white paper take-out bag, the top folded over twice at opposing angles to make it into a handle, "Breakfast burrito, the foil made it through okay, I haven't checked the contents yet, you wanna help to a QC test?"

[An early denizen of the Grid, former bouncer at the End of Line Club turned Disc Wars gladiator, and generally the sort to metaphorically flip the bird at authority.]

[She’s likely to be haunting the End of Line Club like a slightly-overly paranoid mother hen, or wandering the Park trying to corral any wayward Bits before they start being a problem.]

[For Tron-verse, he's a pretty glitchy little search program with a penchant for finding spare bits of code around the Grid.]

[Okay I just had a giggle at the thought of a pseudo Victorian Grave Robbing Situation with this glitchy little search bringing spare bits of code to a recompiler to use them in repairs.

Any interest?]

[Absolutely. Do you want to start or should I? :))

The arrangement was a simple one, she didn't ask where he got those fragments and loose segments of code, and -once she could verify they hadn't been part of a living program- he'd let her have first pick of whatever he'd managed to scavenge.

For the most part it was junk code, buildings that had fallen, bits and pieces of vehicles that had crashed, sometimes resources like whatever it was that made up the rocks of the Outlands. Those were all excellent pieces to have for helping repair damaged programs. Generally speaking, she could simply re-code damage from their existing code, but not always, sometimes she needed a little something more, which was where Ygor and his scavenging came in

She smiled at his arrival, "Haven't seen you in a while, was starting to think I might have to arrange a search party." She said by way of greeting.

She was a good customer...that's why she got first pick after he'd made sure any...previously living bits were tucked away in one of his bag's many pockets. No need to mention those, of course. Two small green lights occasionally flickered around his neck, clashing with his mostly yellow circuitry. He'd never been much good at medical procedures that...actually helped anyone. Still, he had a whole bag of miscellaneous code freshly found and ready for inspection.

Ygor scratched the back of his neck absently.

"Ah, yeah. Well, you know. Gotta dig deep into the nooks and crannies to find all the good bits and pieces...but...thank you for that. It is good to see a familiar, friendly face. Did I miss anything?"

"Seems like there's more of those than ever these cycles." She replied with a soft laugh, "Got a whole new neighborhood dropped in over north side of sector 7, nobody's sure where it came from, and it's only mostly stable, so nobody's moved in yet, except the thrill-seekers doing explorations, and system monitors, of course, just to make sure it didn't come with any programs that are now misplaced."

She wasn't sure if he'd been aware of that particular appearance, but given as how buildings -or parts of buildings- seemed to pop up just as frequently as stray programs, it probably wasn't much of a surprise even if he hadn't known.

"What have you got by way of organics? The rock samples you brought last time were really versatile." Some of the most versatile debris he'd brought her yet, in fact, and she knew better than to ask where he'd sourced them.

"North side of Seven, you say?"

He had not heard of that, but as she said, that wasn't a surprise. He'd been digging around and new things dropped constantly.

"I'll have to see if there's anything worth digging up."

Or anyone.

Ygor smiled and rubbed his hands together at her request.

"Oh...oh, you're gonna love this!"

He opened his large bag and practically disappeared into it as he knelt down and began to shuffle through his bag before pulling out a tiny vial with a cotton ball in it that had a dark red blotch on it. Ygor practically beamed through his goggles.

"One of a kind, this one. Genuine User blood...or what's left of it. I swabbed it up myself."

"Just past the last stop on the train, yeah." She agreed, "You can see the buildings from there, no lights, none that anybody's seen, but it's no different than any other dead-zone neighborhood. Couple blocks big." She figured there was no harm in telling him about it, it wasn't like anyone was trying to keep it a secret, and he might find something useful there that someone else would miss.

Something like the vial he'd just presented her with, the explanation enough to make her freeze, just blinking twice and finally shaking her head, "They do a lot of that." She'd patched up a User or two in her time, patch tape worked just as well on them as they did on other Programs, or at least she hadn't had any complaints, "This is a good find, though." Because if she could synthesize tape specifically for Users, it would, theoretically, help more than just the standard stuff.

"Ygor will have to investigate. There's always something interesting to scrounge up. One program's scrap is another one's treasure...especially in a block that big. If I find anything good, you get first dibs."

After he'd kept what he wanted, of course. That was just the way it worked.

"I figured you could use it. Not like any User would let me within a hundred clicks of them."

Ygor gave a smile and a shrug.

"It is what it is."

They tended not to take kindly to his efforts at procuring limbs and digits.

She knew that was the kind of thing that happened when someone was known more as a decompiler rather than a recompiler, but she also wasn't going to say so out loud, because while she was sometimes -often- blunt to the point of being rude, she was never outright mean that way.

Besides that, it wasn't like he didn't know it himself, so there was no reason for her to mention it, instead she just shrugged, "Keep looking, you never know, you might find one that's into the same weird stuff you are, there are a lot of them out there, and more arriving every cycle, same as new Programs and just as varied, maybe even more."

She jostled the vial then, "This will definitely come in handy, though, should be able to spin it up into something universal like I did once I got enough Iso samples."

Ygor tapped the tips of his fingers together softly in a sort of quiet clap at that last part. He might be glitchy as anything, but he still had programming. A seek and retrieve routine that while corrupted and outdated, was still running and when a client, especially a good one complimented his findings and had a use for them, well...it still warmed his circuits. He gave a happy little sigh at that.

"Well, ah...since I am headed that way...is there anything you want me to keep an eye out for."

Claire understood well just what appreciation could do for a program, she wasn't immune herself, and it was part of why she gave it out whenever it was due, whether for her supplier or the peripherals working at the clinic.

The question did catch her a little by surprise, actually having to think that over, "Ah, anything out of the ordinary, obviously, but also if there's any of that crystalline residue anywhere? I've been working on comparing samples from any new structures that have it, and while a good percentage of them do, not all of them do, and I don't have a wide enough sample base to come to any kind of informed conclusions just yet."

The crystals grew on the outsides of the buildings, like some kind of moss, but also inside, in corners, like some kind of fungus, but either way she had something of a collection already.

[He's either a User visiting the Grid to approve of his defenses or he is a Defense program.]

Created by an enthusiastic Digimon fan with perhaps a little too much time on their hands, Ren-AI, or Rena as she prefers to be called, has only recently arrived, still disoriented from whatever it was that forcibly transferred her to the grid. She can generally be found ghosting around the archives, trying to learn what she can while remaining just as aloof as her namesake. Her programming demands that she find a partner, but all details about her original creator have been erased from her memory, leaving her unmoored and searching for a bond.

Edited 2025-10-27 03:58 (UTC)

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Flynn Lives...

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Eliot Spencer | Leverage | OTA

Apollo | Inception OC | OTA

Boomer | Tronverse OC | OTA

Techie | Dredd | OTA

Clint Barton | MCU | OTA

Dolly | Tron-verse OC | OTA

Dex & Sin | Tronverse OC(s) | OTA

Muon | Tronverse OC | OTA

Ariel 'Cap' Wilson | MCU (rule 63) | OTA

Gadget | Tronverse OC | OTA

Torii | OC | OTA

Alanna Calrissian | Star Wars OC | OTA

Gabreel King + OC + OTA

Hollis | Tron-verse OC | OTA

Claire Temple | MCU | OTA

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Quorra | Tron: Legacy | OTA

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Tronzler | Tronverse AU | OTA

Quorra | Tron: Legacy AU | OTA

Sam(antha) Flynn | Tron: Legacy | OTA

Kevin Flynn | Tron: Legacy | OTA

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Perlis | Tronverse OC | OTA

Ygor |Dark Universe | OTA

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James "Destro" McCullen | GI JOE: Renegades | OTA

Ren-AI, OTA