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singularityderp2011-02-15 10:59 pm
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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
the song drabble meme
It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

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[instrumental]
Seeing Tron with his circuitry glowing red gave Flynn that same sinking feeling as when he'd realized Sam was gone, chasing off into the City alone. It was always followed by the same renewed sense of purpose, too.
"Hey, man." Flynn greeted the program with the same casual friendliness he used on all comers. Rinzler wasn't to blame for being Rinzler, and even if he had been, one dealt with the way things were, not the way one wished them to be. The sentiment was either Zen or practicality, and the longer he studied, the more Flynn realized that the two were close enough you had to squint to tell the difference. Regardless, as long as Rinzler wasn't actively trying to put an identity disc through anyone's head, he got the same treatment as everyone else.
"You play Go?" Flynn asked. "It's a strategy game. Right up your alley." He gestured to the holographic board being displayed on the table in front of him, tapping it at one of the grid intersections to set his next stone, the computer answering instantly. The game underway was with Hypatia, or at least one with of her subroutines that had evaluated Flynn's level of play quite accurately, and gave him intellectually challenging games that he'd happily throw out in a heartbeat for one frustratingly incompetent match against Quorra.
It wasn't Flynn's fault Rinzler wasn't good with casual friendliness. The only other person who ever used it on him was Clu, and that always had a sting in the tail. He cocked his helmeted head in confusion, and rumbled at Flynn for a few seconds while deciding what to do about someone who was a designated enemy, yet was neither attacking nor running away, and was in fact asking him baffling questions. (Who was a User, who was the Creator, screamed that voice within that he could never fully quiet, and that always shouted louder when Flynn was nearby.) He concluded that in the absence of a specific order, hostile action against a target of specific interest to the Systems Administrator was outside the scope of his directives, and the tension inside him relaxed. "Clarify."
"Goal is to capture territory. If you surround an area, you control it," Flynn explained as he cleared the board with a gesture and started placing new stones, apparently in demonstration. Rinzler edged in for a closer look. This User was not a threat in combat, after all. "Multiple stones next to each other form a chain that can't be broken, but single stones or chains can be captured if you fence them in. If white plays here, black loses these two stones and white controls the territory where they used to be..."
Flynn kept talking, and Rinzler realized he didn't mind listening.
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It's bittersweet. I love it, man. <3
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...I probably didn't even notice then much less do I remember the occurrence. /pats