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Who: Tron, whoever he runs into on his way to bothering his adopted User
Where: The import habitation block
When: Early Space-March, after everyone gets back from the Eye of Sharef
Warnings: Probable language, mild violence, and trolling

Tron had tried to be polite, but even his rather considerable patience had limits. Particularly as one User-month had blended into a second and he was still no closer to registering an actual function and starting to become acutely aware of the possibility of being stranded, as the Fleet's administrator threatened. (His actions helping with the situation on the Eye of Sharef he wasn't sure counted... he couldn't access any changelog that might have recorded the incident to verify.)

Sam was still, sadly, his best link to figuring out how this world worked. Therefore, he was just going to have to impose on Sam since the User had hidden himself away. He took his time-- the way encryption and decryption of locked files worked in the Fleet had been irritating, but he had managed to finally crack the lock on his own quarters without resorting to punching in the code, and he was reasonably sure he could reproduce the feat. Necessary, since he was almost certain that Sam Flynn, after his earlier displays of nervousness, was probably hiding behind a number of locks.

Ergo, Tron found himself out in the habitation block, headed toward Sam's last recorded place of residence, with every intent on picking the lock and letting himself in. He did have a peace offering-- Pinoko had finally helped him pick a bottle of what she called "liquor" that was apparently a traditional "housewarming" present. He wasn't trying to harass anyone.

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After talking to Mr. Tron on the Eye of Sharef and learning that Mr. Sam had been hiding, Pinoko had started to get worried. If he was hiding, did that mean that he wasn't eating? Well, that might be what it meant. And Pinoko came to a decision. Considering Mr. Sam hadn't accepted her invitation to come over to dinner, it was clear that she would have to bring dinner to him.

Not that it was hard to find where he lived. Mr. Tron had a bad habit of referring to Mr. Sam by his full name, and it hadn't been that hard to cross-check the name "Sam Flynn" with the new arrivals once she slowly explained to the communicator what she wanted. It had eventually spit out a housing assignment.

So, Pinoko had cooked up a big pot of curry, and had gone to take it over there. Only to find Mr. Tron doing... something to the door. And Pinoko frowned.

"Mr. Tron? What are you doing? Did you try knocking?" She was pretty sure that future doors didn't work that way after all.

"Greetings, Pinoko," Tron said, glancing at her before returning to messing with the lock. Locks actually. He approved of layering the security.

"I have tried calling and knocking already. I am familiar with that protocol."

"Mr. Tron... I know you're worried about Mr. Sam, but breaking into people's houses is actually considered illegal in a lot of places," Pinoko said, frowning.

She was actually fairly certain it would be considered illegal in space too, if anyone came across them.

"Also, it could possibly be considered stalking if he's not answering your calls and not answering the door." Pinoko's eyes narrowed a little. "Did you two have a fight? Did you two break up? Mr. Sam doesn't have a restraining order out against you or anything, does he?"

"Sam has yet to choose a function either," Tron said calmly, "Ergo, he is in danger of being ejected from the Fleet, and I have a responsibility to help him avoid that."

Well, it sounded good in his head, anyway.

"Break up what? I have not heard of any standing orders regarding me on file."

He peered at Pinoko sideways. This had to be another insane User thing.

Pinoko sighed. Way to dodge the question Mr. Tron. Breaking up must be called something else in program-speak.

"A restraining order is when a person gets a legal order that you have to stay away from them. Stalking - which means coming around when the other person doesn't want you to and can include breaking into their house - can be a reason for a restraining order," she explained. "Is this the first time you've tried to break into Mr. Sam's house? Or does he have so many locks because you've done this a few times?"

Pinoko looked at Tron sideways. She wondered about him sometimes. She didn't comment on the yet to choose a function thing. That just sounded like an excuse for what brought Tron to Sam's door.

"What is this about a straining or-what the hell?"

Sam had not really known what to expect when he had started walking to his door and had caught snatches of someone explaining restraining orders. Opening the door and seeing who exactly was outside and hearing the last part of Pinoko's speech was why his opening line leading into some sarcastic comment got changed midway.

Someone isn't exactly happy to see one of you there and he's going to slowly and calmly lean back into the room and hopefully shut the door before either of you really realize he had stepped out even slightly there.

"Hello, Sam Flynn," Tron said, almost too brightly. Sorry, Sam. He was about as eager to escape Pinoko as Sam seemed to be eager to escape him, and in a fluid motion he rose and tried to slip into the room before Sam could slam the door closed.

He did, however, remember to snag the present before trying such.

"Hi Mr. Sam! I brought you some curry! You never answered my dinner invitation! I heard you'd been hiding so I brought you some curry, since I was worried that meant you weren't eating!"

Sorry, Tron. You weren't getting away from Pinoko. And Sam wasn't going to be able to slam the door it looked like. Pinoko picked up the curry and smiled, trying not to say anything about how it looked like Tron was trying to slip into Mr. Sam's house uninvited. Smooth, Tron.

"May Pinoko come in?" she asked, holding up the curry as a peace offering.

First instinct is to block the person trying to invade his space, but that was currently warring with his still instinct to avoid being close enough for this particular program turned person into being able to rip his throat out without any trouble. So it's an awkward and aborted movement between shouldering Tron back out and moving away.

"I eat and it wasn't hiding. I was busy is all."

And he doesn't see why you're asking to come in, your friend there has pretty much made that a moot point.

"Might as well, at least you asked at least unlike some."

Edited (phone /fist shake) 2014-03-08 02:03 (UTC)

Tron was maybe-sort-of bent on making sure that Sam was between Pinoko and himself, so he didn't go too far once he did eel into the room. The fact that Sam was still jumpy around him sometimes came in handy, even if it was also a little frustrating.

"I have questions about User protocols. Also, I brought you something," Tron said, a little huffily, and handed Sam the bottle. "You should answer your communicator if you do not like visitors."

And yes he was loudly ignoring Pinoko because he really didn't like that look she was giving him all right.

Pinoko is not that scary, Mr. Tron. Even if she was sparkling. Just a bit. But really, he was hiding like a little kid. And he was a lot older and taller than her. Acchonburike.

To Sam she just smiled.

"Pinoko has manners, Mr. Sam. It would be very rude to come in without at least asking. But Mr. Tron is right. You should at least answer your phone so people know you're okay."

Back home, Pinoko had blown up the Doctor's phone many times when he had not answered it. Just to make sure he was okay. And maybe to make sure that he wasn't secretly having dinner with Lady Doctors. So Mr. Tron was at least sort of right about that.

That was likely the most awkward grab and hold he likely has ever done considering why is this guy giving him anything and trying to hide behind him. Wait, what did she just call Rinzler?

"Did you just call him Tron?"

Cue that odd spine twisting to be able to look at him and still be able to look at Pinoko at the same time.

"When did you go back to that name?"

He's going to ignore the scolding about answering his phone. He's had years of practice in tuning Alan out over that as well.

Tron was onto your game, Pinoko. Sparkling meant mayhem in the future. He still wasn't about to forgive her for the Shopping Commander bit.

"I have manners," he grumbled, eyeing Pinoko. Sam's minor freakout was more interesting, so he gratefully turned his attention to that after a moment.

"Tron is my proper designation. I am not Clu's." And yes, he was puffing like an offended cat there.

Pinoko didn't know who this Clu person was, but the reaction that the name caused Mr. Tron made Pinoko wonder if he was an ex-boyfriend or something. She filed the name away for later, and turned her attention to Sam.

"Mr. Tron is Mr. Tron. It's not that hard, is it? This pot is kind of heavy. Could the two of you at least move out of the doorway and let Pinoko in?"

That said, Pinoko frowned at them a little. She didn't know why Mr. Sam was freaking out so much about Tron's name. She wondered it if had anything to do with when they met. But she didn't have enough information.

"Well excuse me if the summoning chant that had you pining me to a that damn arena was a different designation all together."

Do you know how much conflict this is going to cause in his simple avoid at all costs plan? This means you might not be as inclined to behead him as he thinks you might still be.

"He wasn't always 'Mister' Tron and right sorry."

Sam attempts to gracefully shove his way back into his own room despite the wall that was someone using him as a shield. Such a great start to this entire meeting.

Tron rumbled faintly at both of them, still looking affronted, but at least he moved back so that everyone else could get out of the doorway. He hadn't been by this place since he had helped Sam carry his electronic loot back, and then he hadn't gotten much of an actual look. Maybe he was a little nosy.

"Clu tried to erase me. It was good for you that he didn't," Tron said, side-eying Sam. If he had been as obedient a pet as Clu had wanted.. well, things would have ended in that Disk Wars box, wouldn't they?

He sighed a little, offering a hand to Pinoko in case she wanted him to carry the pot. It beat having her sparkling at him speculatively.

Pinoko updated her assessment of Clu from ex-boyfriend to abusive ex-boyfriend. Especially if he'd tried to erase (read: kill) Mr. Tron. No wonder Mr. Tron had gotten so tense when she'd asked how he'd met Sam.

Though when Tron offered to take the pot of curry, Pinoko handed it over. She wasn't going to refuse the offer. "Thank you," she said, smiling.

Pinoko then looked at Sam sideways. "You don't have a restraining order against Mr. Tron, do you? Why have you been hiding from him?"

Oh Pinoko. You and tact need to learn to be on speaking terms more than some of the time.

Sam just side-eyes you right back there Tron.

"Still would have been nice to know back when I thought you were going to kill me."

That look doesn't stay on Tron long before he's just staring a bit at Pinoko because what the hell has she been told about him and Tron to invoke that sort of thought process.

"Uhm, no didn't think about that really. And why does everyone keep thinking I was hiding."

He was hiding.

"I was gaining a foothold in this place is all. That takes time to learn."

"I was not in control of your information about the Grid," Tron said, carrying the pot in so that he could put it on a hot plate or burner. He'd figured out that much of how Users acquired food.

"And you have been hiding."

He wasn't going to touch the thing about the restraining order idea. He didn't think Sam would have asked for one anyway.

"Well Pinoko hasn't seen you since that one day, and Mr. Tron said you've been avoiding him. Pinoko thought maybe you've been avoiding everyone. Besides, Mr. Tron said you don't have a job yet. I don't want you to get thrown out onto a space station or whatever."

Pinoko isn't a little kid, Sam. She knows stuff, and she sees habits. And right now, she agrees with Tron. You've been hiding. Pinoko is just being a bit more tactful about it (at this moment) and not calling it that. For now.

"So, you can see the present Mr. Tron brought you, and we can help you figure out a job. For both of you! Since I don't think Mr. Tron has a job yet either!"

There were a lot of comments he could make to all of this, but despite what some people said Alan had smacked in some manners, so he refains a bit due to Pinoko. That didn't stop his staring at Tron especially when Pinoko mentioned a present and he realized why the guy had given him something before walking in like he was allowed to.

"Is this an intervention? Because if you're that worry I'm sure some of the places will let me get a few hours until I know what I want if you're that worried."

"I need you to explain this 'course' thing you mentioned," Tron said. He had acquired a catalog of them, finally, but most of the descriptions had references to things he wasn't familiar with, and if there was a base set of tutorials he was missing, then even trying to get up to speed via classes was going to end miserably.

He was not all that eager to join a regular chain of command, even if the security-track professions fit his current skillset better. He had enough of following another's orders for the time being.

"Also, I acquired something on the Eye of Sharef and I want your advice on how to modify it. It has some.. stupid subsystems that need removed."

Well, the curry would be piping-hot again soon enough. Tron leaned against the counter, watching Sam and Pinoko.

"It's not an intervention. Acchonburike! Can't we just visit you without you trying to kick us out?"

You really needed to work on your people skills, Sam. Not answering your phone and telling people to go away just made people worry harder when they finally did get in to see you.

At Tron's request for course information, Pinoko shifted her attentions to him.

"Pinoko is studying too, you know. We can study together. People take courses, or classes, when they have to learn things. Or get caught up on things. It's how you learn how to do jobs."

Hopefully that wouldn't require a whole separate explanation. Sometimes Pinoko didn't know what she would need to try and translate into program-speak and what she wouldn't.

"At least one of you was attempting a breaking an entry though."

Because he knows what that sort of behavior looks like from all his breaking and entering ENCOM. Yet that didn't stop a slight change of expression into a typical 'you may have caught this Flynn's attention' because you just mentioned modifications and subsystems there Tron.

"How inefficient of a subsystem?"

"Perhaps, but there seems to be a more basic tutorial that I am missing," Tron said, a touch sourly. "I was not privy to Flynn's instruction on the User world."

Sam's comment about breaking and entering wasn't going to get dignified with a response. For one... well, it was a statement of the obvious to begin with. Instead, Tron favored Sam with a slightly smug look at the spark of interest in his other, more mechanical problem.

"It makes the vehicle make excessive noise and smoke when it does not appear to be any part of the actual drive system."

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You know talking outside a door will lead to things like this.

kekekekeke

Tron, I think that counts as breaking into his house. -_-

And everyone wonders why he is a hermit

oh well

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