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00.2 resumption [text]
[Text-only. Par for the course with Rinzler.]
Query: Barge status?
[A later edit adds:]
JA307020 once more present on Barge system.Apologies to those who remained; anticipated earlier return.
Standard introduction: Security Program JA307020, designation "Rinzler," Class:Warden. Unassigned at present. Remit: Barge security.
[text // spam]
Understood.
[Kissing? GROSS. But Rhade is totally okayed for touching. Rinzler's even left his door unlocked. And is waiting for Rhade with what passes for barely contained excitement, in a Rinzler.]
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[spam] // i don't have an icon for hugs i need a hugs icon
Rhade's one of the people for whom Rinzler is glad to spare a vocal response. And the Nietzschean is in for a surprise, since Rinzler's going to hug him first.
...It's a very ginger hug. But a hug nonetheless. Guess who missed Rhade just as much as Rhade missed him.
[spam] I have congenial icons and kissing icons. The second might be awkward.
"It's good to see you're well." He'd actually been very concerned with Rinzler's ultimate destiny; he hadn't had good luck with friends and fate, so what he said was an understatement.
[spam] We could find some mistletoe and then the second would ... still be awkward
"You were--missed." Time away from the Barge had been good for Rinzler. Discovering that he was capable of being lonely--not so good.
[spam] Always be awkward but at least relevant.
"Why are you here?" He decided to ask outright, stepping inside to have a look around Rinzler's room.
[spam] Indeed
It's still quite dark, but not so much as it was now that the walls have proper dataflows.
"No purpose. No--place for me." The Grid was Tron's remit. Rinzler was superfluous, at best.
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It was just another example of finding it easy to identify with Rinzler. "Then I'll simply be glad I'll have someone I can share new games with." He had a seat in one of the strange chairs.
"Would you ever consider becoming the avatar of a ship? I believe you would be a good one."
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He takes a seat within arm's reach of Rhade, comfortable enough with the Nietzschean to let a little of his perpetual guard down. And--cocks his head a little to one side, curious at this line of questioning.
"Your ship?" Pause. "Yes. Regardless. Would be--new experience."
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"At least it's an option."