[ It's an unfamiliar site that you find yourself in tonight. An impossible room with different colors and glass floors, staircases that seem to go nowhere. At the center of the room is a column made of glass with panels filled with nonsense items: a typewriter, levers, hot and cold handles, even a phone! There's even a monitor hanging from the ceiling next to the man dressed in a tweet jacket and a bowtie. ]

No, this is definitely not the Eye of Orion... it doesn't make any sense! You're giving me nonsense, old girl, absolute babble! I know that the transfer might of been a bit confusing and backwards for you, but, no data whatsoever? What sort of nasty thing have you got in your time rotor this time?

[ Suddenly the man stops and turns and looks at you. He glances to the sides, shifting slightly, his hands flexing into small fists as he steps towards the edge of the glass ramp. ]

How did you get in here? No one can just walk into the TARDIS.


((ooc: intro post! ♥ this is a dream taking place within the console room of the TARDIS. if you have any questions regarding it, lemmie know! and, he doesn't know he's dreaming just yet. ))

[You find yourself in a castle- an extremely posh one, albeit one that looks ripped straight out of a fairy tale. It doesn't scream BADASS CASTLE, so much as it screams 'Disney paid for me,' but whatever. It's situated on a small island and the waves crash against the rocks below the castle walls.

Outside, Flynn is sword-fighting pretty fiercely with some random person- nondescript features, typical of a dream world. A good wrist flick and he manages to disarm the man and point the hilt of his blade at his chest. He circles the man, his voice taking on a dramatic edge to it.]

You're lucky today. I don't feel like getting blood on my lawn, but I could still change my mind if you don't get out of here in the next... Ten seconds. [The man runs off and Flynn's dramatic voice completely vanishes as he yells after him, laughing the whole time.] Yeah, you better run! [He sighs dreamily and sheathes his sword, flopping down on the grass to stare out at the water. This is perfect. He has everything- a lot of money, an island he owns, his own castle- oh sure, the occasional brigand tries to steal from him, but he puts that right quick enough.

Oh, and he's alone.

Yep. Perfect.]

[[OOC: ....Flynn's dream at this canon point is canon. Easiest post ever. Catch him just as he's enjoying his "Flynn-time."]]

[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!

This is a waiting room inside a large hospital, comfortably furnished and provided with a mixture of medical journals and fashion magazines. After a reasonable wait, a bustling nurse calls out the appointments, everyone who arrives. "Doctor Mizuno will see you now."

Inside the doctor's office, bookshelves line every wall, packed with heavy textbooks. Doctor Mizuno, remarkably young for her title (youngest in her world, it's rumored) sits behind the sturdy desk with a quiet, self-satisfied smile. She's wanted to be in this place for so long; the thrill of finally achieving it hasn't worn off even in dreams. It's enough to make her smile in the faces of the people who think she's only here because of her mother's famous name, and go about showing them how wrong they are by her results.

"How are you feeling today?" she asks her patient.

Ignore this!!