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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
THIS IS GOOD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL GOOD.
Anyway!
Flynn and Sam. 145.
Flynn and Gibson. 3.
Re: THIS IS GOOD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL GOOD.
[instrumental]
"He...didn't do badly, for someone new to the Games."
Flynn knew enough to recognize when Tron was trying to be diplomatic. The problem was that the security program was terrible at it, because it always showed in his face when he was attempting to lie by omission. "'Didn't do badly,'" Flynn repeated.
"He used innovative tactics..." Tron trailed off.
"But...?"
Tron grimaced. "He almost dropped his disc in the first match."
The subject of the conversation chose that moment to walk into the room, waving his light cycle baton around like a sword and making lightsaber noises. Flynn and Tron both stopped talking and turned to look at him. "I, uh. Didn't think anyone was home," Sam said, and quickly stuck the baton back in its holster on his thigh.
His father and Tron were both still staring at him. "...What?"
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I love it. ♥
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And, okay, so? I saw this interview with Ewan McGregor once, about the making of the prequels. Apparently he had an incredibly hard time using the prop lightsabers without making "vrrrrrrrrrrr" noises while he was doing it.
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Re: THIS IS GOOD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL GOOD.
I feel you like electric light
The Creator was unbelievably irritating, and Gibson glared at him in the greenish gloom of Bostrum. "I'm fine."
"You're flickering." Flynn folded his arms, his own white circuitry bright and constant.
"I'm just low, is all. I'll charge up on my way out." Gibson waved off the concern.
"I dunno, man. The power out here feels a little weird." Flynn seemed distracted, concentrating on something besides the ISO he was arguing with.
"We've done a lot of modifications." Gibson spread his arms in a 'whaddya want?' gesture. "I thought you were okay with that. You called off Clu when he tried to block the Colony."
"Not that." Flynn shook his head. "Different weird."
"Thank you for that stunning insight, Flynn." Even as the words left his mouth, Gibson realized that was probably a bit too far, even for a Bostrumite. He was smarting off to the guy who could kill the power to entire Grid sectors by concentrating on it, after all.
Flynn failed to cut him down where he stood, or engage in any other wrathful actions. He just gave Gibson a dirty look. "Look. I can top you up from here. It won't hurt me, I can filter out anything that shouldn't be there, and you won't need to stop at a power station."
As little as Gibson liked to admit it, Flynn had a point. Gibson was good—really good, he corrected, unburdened by modesty in his own mind (or anywhere else, really), but he at least needed to be near one of the power flows before he could tap it. Flynn could draw from anywhere in the system at will. "If I agree, will you shut up?"
Flynn raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, yeah. Because I'll have won the argument."
It was Gibson's turn to deploy a dirty look, but then he gave up and laughed. If it hadn't been for that whole 'User' thing, Flynn seemed like he'd fit in at Bostrum. "Okay, okay." He held out his hand.
The Creator took it, and Gibson almost staggered under the rush of Grid energy that Flynn sent pouring into him. His circuits flared up a brilliant green as he absorbed the power, and he could feel the surplus that Flynn was leashing to keep from overloading him. Gibson was surprised that he could even look at Flynn's circuits without being blinded, that the program—no, the User—didn't shine like the Portal itself. For the tiniest fraction of a cycle, Gibson understood the reverence in Basics' voices when they spoke of the Creator.
Flynn dropped Gibson's hand, and Gibson just stood there, staring at him. "Yeah. It's kind of like that," Flynn said. He sounded sad. "Thanks, man. Take care of yourself." He turned toward Bostrum proper, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and Gibson, for once, didn't have anything to say as he watched the Creator walk away.