[It's strange. This world... It's beautiful. Almost like the last dream, he's at the Islands. But something is different. Very different. The entire Island is eroded, and the sea is endless purple--liquid darkness. But probably the strangest thing is the boy himself, standing there on the cracked and split sand. His expression is blank, unfeeling. At least on the surface. But his eyes... They're a beautiful, bright gold. And the crown on his cape is replaced instead by a black-and-red emblem designed to look like a crossed out heart.

That's right. He's been devoured by his own darkness, and those who can sense it... The light left in his heart could flicker out any second. His paradise... Everything is so simple. Nothing interferes with what Dad wants. And better yet: he's not alone.

To his right, standing about a yard behind him, quiet with face turned to the ground and hands clasped before her. The ever-patient friend from his childhood, the girl who always looked after him and kept him calm and in high spirits. She who is his light, keeping him whole and sane and human. Kairi. His princess, by his side forever.

To his left, standing only a few steps behind him, is a strong and silent boy. Silver hair, a sense of strength that rivals the Heartless Prince, and a handsome heart that supports his friends. The one who almost did forgoet, but came along with him into the darkness and has been his pillar, helping to keep him together when he needs it. Riku. His best friend and knight, supporting him so long as he should need him.

Quietly, and with the faintest of smiles, Sora looks over his shoulder, first to Kairi, then Riku.]

...See? We can stay here, in the darkness. And... It'll be just like old times. Our kingdom... Just the three of us, and dad, if he choses to show up.

[There's a laugh, and then he turns to the two, arms spread wide as they both just smile.]

We'll be able to live here forever! Isn't that great?

[[OOC: Kairi and Riku won't likely speak unless spoken to. Sora himself is also likely to lose his heart if he remains here too long. I'll start giving a countdown if our thread lasts long enough.]]

[This dream is much different than the last. That’s easy enough to see by the state of the Grid. Yes, you’re on the Grid again. But it’s not desolate like it was last time. It’s actually a pretty lively place. There are Programs and Users, alike, walking around, as well as a mix of ISOs and Basics. Tron City is still a bustling place fully in it’s prime, and there’s another separate city this time. Arjia City. Built by ISO hands. A beautiful place where ISOs and Basics live together. It’s also the city that Sam calls home.

Sam still communicates with the outside - with his father in particular. He hasn’t cut off ties completely. He even still technically works for his father. He plays guide for the Users who are new to the Grid. But there were no messages from Flynn about new Users. So there’s no need for him to wait at the replica of the arcade. Instead, he’s sitting at the bar in the End of Line Club. There are different Programs with different designations all around, as well as a number of Users. There are Sentries about, but no one seems too worried by them. They’re just security Programs. Tron’s men. They’re there to keep the peace. So relax. Have a drink of what passes for alcohol on the Grid. A glowing blue liquid. Enjoy the music. It never stops.

If you're up to it, Sam would be happy to take you to the Game Grid. And if you're feeling particularly gutsy, they're always looking for new entrants]




ooc;; Flynn didn't disappear when Sam was a kid, which lead to Sam visiting the Grid at a young age and getting attached to it. Which eventually lead to him... not wanting to leave. Dream explanation over!

[You find yourself in a new dream. Unlike the last dream conjured by this particular mind, however, this dream is not set in a route from Nuvema to Accumula. Indeed, this dream is set somewhere else entirely from those three places.

Instead of a road paved with tall grass, there is a large arena in front of you. It seems empty today, seeing as it's one of the few slow days that Unova experiences.

Enter, however, and find not only Whitlea on the battlefield, but a green-haired young man facing off against her, while another young man with glasses and a young woman with a funny hat watch from the sidelines. All four of them seem to be good friends with each other, from the way they interact.

Whitlea smiles at the young man in front of her, a Pokeball in her hand.]

All right, N, I've been training for this day. Are you ready?

[The man nods, a smile on his face.]

Samurott, let's go!

((OOC: Whitlea's greatest desire, as you can see, is to be able to count N as a friend along with Cheren and Bianca. It's not deadly or anything, but she will focus on the battle and nothing else, which is why all replies will be post-battle.))

It's the workshop. The one in Paris. Everything was as it was. It was slightly cool, the building not made for being comfortable. It was older, not exactly organized, but usable. The rooms were the same, the patio furniture they used, the tables still set up, and even Ariadne's architecture desk was there, models filling the brim.

In fact, Ariadne is in the middle, building. She's building a model for a dream. It's at the beginning stages, unrecognizable to anyone but her - the dreamer. There's music playing and she's humming along, her brain still building even as she's working on the model. She is content, she is serene, she is in her element.

ooc: if you wish to plot about this, there can be anything from Ariadne's subconscious thinking you're dangerous or if your character knows her, maybe even Cobol appearing (which could pop up as a plot for the rest of the month). otherwise come and bother the architect.