Flynn Lives...

[omggirlonthenet]

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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Paige 《 TRON Uprising 》 OTA

[forthegrid]

Papyrus | Undertale | OTA

[spaghettimonster]

[Likely a transplant, given being from a videogame canon. Maybe now he can finally ride a train full of spikes to work - do lag spikes count?]

Thela | Tronverse OC | OTA

[1st_program]

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 EoL, or one of the other smaller clubs, and sometimes she takes in the games.

Maison | Urban Fantasy OC | OTA

[big_l_librarian]

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

Boomer | Tronverse OC | OTA

[boomersecurity]

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.

Techie | Dredd | OTA

[clan_techie]

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.

Dolly | Tron-verse OC | OTA

[dollyoftheeol]

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.

Door | Neverwhere | OTA

[doorofarch]

Door's been known to get herself into some strange places, but this is a new one...
Also open to her being some kind of decryption program, an Opener is an Opener regardless.

[unfallen]

[When Door had sent Islington to the furthest place she could imagine, this was the last place It thought It would end up. It was quite the adjustment - especially considering the state the place was in when It first arrived. This place was far more lethal than Its previous imprisonment. But slowly, over the years, things had changed.

Now, while not nearly as wonderful as Atlantis had been, this place is a rather comfortable. And while It could leave any time It pleases, It has enough power and control to keep Itself content. That was a step in the right direction, at least. One day It will get back... but for now, rest, learning, and planning were vital.

Since no one knew who It really was, or WHAT It was, this place provided the necessary power It needed.

Until It sensed her arrival. Well, perhaps It could attain revenge...

It moved silently, as always. Not walking so much as floating. The spaces near Islington seem to morph and move out of Its way: whether out of fear or respect, is hard to tell.]

Door...

[As usual, Its voice is smooth as silk. The name is more of an acknowledgement rather than a greeting.]

[doorofarch]

The place was both new and irritatingly familiar at once, which was a sensation she'd learned to be wary of as it had yet to lead to anything good. Tolerable, as often as not, but never good.

It was that shift that caught her attention, because it was at once and in turns, very much like, and nothing at all like Opening.

The voice, however, caught her attention more fully and she straightened, regarding Islington for a moment before commenting, "So it seems I didn't manage to send you quite as far as I had hoped." Not that she fully knew where she was, but she knew where she wasn't, and for a Opener that was often just as good and sometimes fully better.

She wasn't sure yet if this was one of those times or not, but time would tell regardless.

[unfallen]

It chuckles softly, a bit mockingly. "Oh, you sent me farther than you probably realise."

Islington walks around her taking her in, trying to ascertain just how long had passed for her. Not that time had ever held much meaning for It. To an extent Islington would never have a need for time. It comes to a stop in front of her once again. "The question is, how did you get here. Not by intention, I think. No one comes here on purpose."

Well, maybe not no one, but it's a rare enough occurrence that presuming everyone else is here by accident is far easier. "Welcome to The Grid."

The 'T' was emphasised, this was a place as real as any other. Islington had enough grace to respect that much. "Possibly more pleasant than London Below, but not as much as Atlantis."

[doorofarch]

It had been long enough that she'd taken to wearing a chatelaine at her hip, though it wasn't as bristling with keys here as it usually was, or at least not anything one might recognize as a key unless they were familiar with decryption, but she hadn't noticed just yet herself, and even if she did it would be an oddity and not something to be overly concerned about.

As it was she wasn't overly concerned about Islington, either. Wary of, certainly, but the old fear wasn't as deep as it had been.

She tilted her head at the question, making a quiet sound of acknowledgement at the welcome that followed, "The Grid, I see." A little shrug, "And how I found my way here was curiosity. When one finds a door in their house they've not yet been through, it's a natural response to go exploring." At least it was for Openers, for the most part, she wasn't actually sure if that kind of thing was normal for other people.

[unfallen]

Another smile. This time one of indulgence. "Of course. Opening things best left alone. That always did get you into trouble."

Islington's tone is still smooth as silk. The inflection is one that a parent might use with an older child who insists on doing the wrong thing, no matter how many instructions they are given. It tilts Its head, curious as always. It is comfortable enough here that It can be patient... Always so very patient.

"You no longer fear me. Interesting. So it has been awhile for you, at least."

Fear was the easiest thing to sense. Not that Islington cares how others feel about It one way or another, but fear is still a great motivator.

[doorofarch]

She nodded at the statement, content for the moment to ignore the patronizing tone, "Long enough that the Portico name once again has some merit to it in London Below and even Parts Beyond." That second one was a surprise to her every time it came up, which hadn't been often, but still just often enough. Truthfully she hoped that it never stopped being a surprise, because as soon as she got used to being spoken well of, even abroad, was the day she was too used to being in power and would have lost touch with her people.

"So you've been here all along, then?" She didn't have to ask, she could guess just due to the way the place, this Grid, felt oddly familiar, but she asked anyway, just to make sure that It hadn't somehow managed to get here from wherever she'd sent It the first time, "How do you find it? Friendly locals?"

[unfallen]

Islington offers a slight nod in response to her current situation. "It was bound to happen eventually, especially once you freed - I mean defeated - me."

Slight twist of the knife more to see how Door will react, after all It had thought she had defeated It as well. Islington spreads Its arms to gesture to the space around them. "Far more accurate to say the Grid found me. But, yes, I have been here all along. It is not unlike Atlantis in many ways, nor unlike London Below. As with all relationships, the friendliness of the locals depends entirely upon how you present yourself. It used to matter which side one was on, but not as much any longer."

Such hadn't mattered to Islington anyway. It had the ability to be on whichever side was most useful to It. Not like Islington had any loyalties to anyone in this place. At least none other than the usefulness they could provide to It.

[doorofarch]

She knew that slip-up was entirely deliberate, which was why she let it lie instead of drawing attention to it.

Instead it was easier to just continue with the other thread of discussion, nodding, "I suppose people are always going to be people regardless of where they are, and I expect you know as well as I do that people like their sides and teams and tribes."

She had done well with uniting some disparate factions in London Below, but she also knew without her there, without her leadership things would easily fall back to the way they'd been.

[unfallen]

Islington is trying not to lose patience, but being confronted with Door again makes it rather difficult. It looks at her, trying to keep the annoyance below the surface. "That is the way of things. The way He designed humans. So humans will do as designed."

It tempers Its tone. "In the end the battle is the same. Has been the same since Eden."

And if Islington takes it that far, it goes back before then. Before the creation of the universe, the Angels existed, a battle was fought, sides were chosen. So, even the story of Eden is based on the battles Islington has already faced.

[doorofarch]

"So, if I'm understanding correctly," She said, giving another look at her surroundings, and really it was less a case of understanding and more a case of actually interpreting that niggling sense at the back of her mind correctly, "This place is a bit, oh what's the word, extraplanar."

A little shake of her head, "Not the way London Below is as a whole, no, but more the way Knightsbridge is specifically." In the sense that it went on almost forever while still being contained in a very limited amount of space, aside from Islington's presence, she didn't think that the place was as dangerous as the bridge.

[unfallen]

Islington offers a small smile. "Not exactly. It has a plane. A frame of reference. It's call the Grid for a reason. It would be more accurate to compare London Below and London Above. Now the way in which the Grid itself functions, can change and morph, then Knightsbridge is perhaps comparable."

As to the Grid's safety, well, it's safer than it was, but it has it's own dangers, if people wish to seek them out. "There are creatures called 'Programmers'. They are a bit like Openers, only instead of doors, they can control the entire Grid and create places that are pleasant or places of terror. Places to relax or places to compete."

But in the end, they are humans and humans will do as designed.

[doorofarch]

She brightened, just a little, at the word 'programmer', "Oh, I've been here before, I think. Not right here, obviously, but there's a seaside, isn't there? They call it Simulation, it was poisoned quite badly for a while as I recall."

She shook her head, "I didn't make it into the city that time, clearly, or I'd have recognized it more readily I suspect." She was also somewhat more secure in the fact that no one would just be letting Islington out. Certainly, the angel might still escape, but that had always been a concern anyway.

[unfallen]

Her reaction is expected. "There are many places on the Grid. Whatever a programmer wishes can become a reality. Of course, there is a downside to such powers - in that when they no longer desire it, such places can be deleted, then they disappear."

She would be rather foolish to underestimate the Angel at any point in time. Programmers are neither good nor evil and being human, are as easily deceived as anyone else. Islington is not a prisoner here. It is merely waiting. And learning. There are great advantages to having watched over Atlantis. It is not as fool-hearty of the ways of other places that many from London Below might be.

"Surprisingly, even programs have the ability to make things. Of course, they can only do what the programmers desire, but many have a surprising amount of flexibility. Subroutines, I believe they are called."

Dex & Sin | Tronverse OC(s) | OTA

[dualtrainers]

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.

Muon | Tronverse OC | OTA

[homingpigeon]

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.

Gadget | Tronverse OC | OTA

[isogamer]

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.

Sebastian | nu!Suicide Squad | OTA

[littlest_sebastian]

Someone's companion-program, some kind of simple schedule-tracker, there to send reminder pings about taking meds or doing tasks like laundry or dishes. These things are apparently more palatable coming from a rat than another person.

Claire Temple | MCU | OTA

[night_nurse]

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.

10K - Z Nation - OTA

[notjeff_yet]

Bostrumite ISO who survived the zombification of Bostrum (and like, the whole collapse that followed) and has been living in the outlands ever since. Probably doesn't even realize he's not where he was before.

Quorra | Tron: Legacy | OTA

[quorrious]

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 including time-loops. Girl just needs to get out more.

Darcy Flotsam + Vampirates (books) + OTA

[sed_en_ta_ry]

Entertainer at one of the smaller clubs, has a weird habit of going totally dormant during the day cycle.

Tronzler | Tronverse AU | OTA

[tr0nz1er]

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.

Quorra | Tron: Legacy AU | OTA

[unpurged]

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

Sam(antha) Flynn | Tron: Legacy | OTA

[wasmarvsidea]

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.