[voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

[a very tired, but cheerful-sounding Doctor sounds off. He sounds older now, more wearied than he did before, but he's making an effort to keep the majority of it out of his voice]

Right, then! Hello, everyone. Sorry I've been out for so long, but somebody decided it would be a good idea to try and blow me up, among other things. And I see it's snowing! Not that I couldn't see it where I was, at least until I was blindfolded, but I love snow! That's brilliant. Only how's it falling beneath the domes? That's something. I might have to poke it with a stick.

Anyway, enough about me. How are you all doing? And Roxas, don't think I've forgotten about you. If you're ready, I can help as soon as I recover.

Comments

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're a computer! Sorry.

What's your error regarding?

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[The text, obviously, doesn't transmit any sound, but on the other end of his journal, Rinzler's omnipresent rumble hitches up a level. The problems not with him.]

City error. Not personal error. Error : cause of snow.

[Because this makes perfect sense, right?]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Right, sorry.

If I were to hazard a guess, I'd say this place has some sort of regulatory weather system, and it's gone haywire. No idea as to the cause, but it can't hurt to have a look around, right?

[... unless he has Yuna watching him like a hawk]

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[Okay, making sense. He wishes he knew what this system was though, so that he'd be able to take matters into his own hands. He's supposed to be a security program, for crying out loud!]

To eliminate the error. Yes.

He's totally being glared at by Yuna right now.

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

[nervously, sounding slightly guilty, like a little boy whose hand has been caught in the cookie jar] Unfortunately I don't think I can help you there, I'm sort of tied up at the moment.

Tell you what, I'm sure you can find someone willing to help you with it.

XD Sometimes he needs someone to glare

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[Since when has he ever needed help? He might be horribly out of his depth, but that's not going to stop him.]

I'll find it.

Yes. Yes, he does. 8|

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Good for you!

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[Again there's a pause before Rinzler replies. He knows Users are strange creatures, but he doesn't see way simply following his programming should be 'good'.]

Function : security.

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Oh, are you part of a security protocol? Well, it's good that you're not malfunctioning.

I'm the Doctor. My function is... being the Doctor, I suppose. Do you have a name I can call you?

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[Sry, Doctor, he's already got you classed as 'User'.]

Designation : Rinzler

Because the Doctor's totally seen Tron.

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you, Rinzler!

Wait, that's oddly familiar...

XDd

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[If this were in person, Rinzler would voice his irritation at the casual greeting (he can't see a reason why anyone save Clu would think it nice to see him). Since it isn't, he merely falls silent, and offers no further answer. he is, however, still keeping an eye on the conversation so to speak, should the Doctor wish to say something else.]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

[aaaaaaaaaand ding goes the lightbulb in the Doctor's head. He totally sounds like it, too]

No way.

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that warrants a response]

?

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

You're Rinzler. You're Rinzler!

[the glee in his voice fades as the realization sinks in, and he sounds so, so sad]

... You're Rinzler.

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[The sadness, while it's noted, means absolutely nothing to Rinzler. He doesn't see the slightest reason anyone would be sad for him, and so, he decides to relegate it to secondary memory processes.]

Yes.

[If it were possible for text to look annoyed, this text would.]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

And you don't even know why I'm sad, do you?

Alright, tell you what. As soon as I've finished helping Roxas out, I'll come and find you.

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[...Okay. Not what he expected, but hey, Users are weird - and he certainly doesn't plan to trust this one more than he'd trust a Gridbug.]

Understood.

[keyofthesky]

Doctor? What's wrong?

[Super-Locked to Sora//Voice]

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

Rinzler's wrong.

[PermaVoice and Lock]

[keyofthesky]

Wrong about what?

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

He's not who he's supposed to be.

[keyofthesky]

Not who he's supposed to be? Then who is he?

[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

He's supposed to be someone named Tron. Not sure if you've heard of... [trails off, realizing he's in potentially dangerous territory here]

[keyofthesky]

T-TRON!?

H-he can't be Tron! Rinzler said Tron was dead!