Entertainment & Diversions

Greetings, Programs! I'm Castor! Your host. Provider of any and all, entertainment and diversions. ((Used to be: belivedinusers1nceb4.tumblr.com. To see past RP history, please go there; it has not been deleted! I remade the account because i lost the e-mail address to the old one. I'm an Independent Roleplay blog for Castor from TRON: Legacy. I'll talk with anyone, so don't be shy! <3))

[theruthlessautomaton]

Castor has found you again!

[theruthlessautomaton]

"Marvelous!" the white program answered, looking the little charm over. "How many are you able to make, do you think? I’d like to have my workers pass out as many as possible."

“As many as you need! You know what wait right here, ” She gestured for him to wait and jumped into a portal of black swirls, returning a few moments later with a large block of metal in her arms, ” I think this should be enough!” She smiled.

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Castor sat at the bar and waited. He was surprised by the sudden portal, but he was used to Maryx having strange powers and talents by now. She was most extraordinary in that department compared to some of the other beings he had come in contact with.

He nodded and chuckled, "Yes, I agree."

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honey-sugar-baby started following you

[blievedinusers1b4-blog]

He nodded understandingly; yes, preparing someone for the games and then just sending them off to most likely die must be horrendous work. Like Castor, Gem had more of an eye for the fun and interesting life, which is probably what drew her to the club. She was his best hostess, so he was glad to have her!

"Ah, things haven’t been changing quickly for you, but they have for myself, you see." Castor began. "The club’s been quieter than ever lately; not sure if it’s because Guy and Thomas have been gone for a bit on other business, or perhaps Clu scared everyone away. Or both." He chuckled.

She took another drink, slowly, before responding again.  "The boys have been gone? That’s a rarity. More rare than Clu’s regime scattering customers and employees both, certainly." Ah, already she was starting to relax, and now lifted her gaze to look Castor over. He didn’t appear very much worse for wear, at least on the outside. Not being one for scanning her own allies without being directed to, she took the appearance as a relatively good sign. A soft smile in response. Never so much covered with the teasing she gave clients, but rather sensual anyway, despite herself.  "Have you been all alone then, apart from the other workers?"

"Mm, indeed, it is. I did speak with Guy recently, though, and he mentioned something about not knowing where in the world Thomas is. It's strange; I hardly ever see them apart. I just hope Thomas is alright, wherever he is. I love the boys dearly, you know."

He nodded to Gem's next question. "Yes, all alone. The other workers are kind and hard-working, but, it hasn't been the same without you and the boys. The atmosphere is dreadfully dull here nowadays. 

Castor looked over his shoulder and scanned the club; there were some people here, which was good, but not as much as usual. Maybe the club was just going through a phase.

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The white program smiled and shrugged, “I’ll most likely always be here. If I’m ever not, though, you can feel free to ask someone where I am or stick around the club until I get back.”

Castor looked around and scanned the club a few times; Clu’s crew had been appearing more than usual, lately; he wasn’t sure if it was because they were working so hard or if it was to keep an eye on the club host. Either way, it made him  - and the rest of the club’s attendees - uneasy. And, especially if they found Tyson here, things would be bad.

But, Castor had missed Tyson, and he didn’t want to turn him away. If Clu’s men showed up, he would simply usher Tyson upstairs into the private lounge while he dealt with them himself.

[rp-military-hunter]

Tyson gave a slow nod of understanding, though doubted he’d ever be able to do either of those things. As much as Tyson had missed Castor he didn’t handle talking to strangers to well, even to just as where someone was, and stayed in a social setting for a long period of time simply wasn’t an option for him anymore. Let alone he wasn’t entire sure if he knew how to get back here once he left again.

"W-well I suppose that’ll make finding you e-easier," he said gently, continuing to slowly revolve his drink as a way of keeping calm. Castor’s presence was doing a good enough job of keeping the former solider comfortable, it was merely habit to find a way of staying calm manually.

Tyson had a constant need for control, for focus. It wasn’t something he wanted, not anymore, it was something he needed. He felt completely lost otherwise.

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Castor nodded, smiling softly at the other. With Tyson, he always spoke a tiny bit gentler, or touched just a little bit softer. He wasn't completely used to having to quiet himself down a bit for others, but it didn't bother him. He was a people person, and whatever pleased the people, he would do his best to do.

It truly saddened him to see Tyson so uptight all the time; the club is a place to let off all that stress and steam! But for Tyson, it didn't seem to work that way. Castor helped him de-stress, but the club itself only seemed to make things worse. 

The white program would do all he could to help the other relax, though. That's what he was for, after all; an entertainment program, built to bring amusement and happiness to all.

[theaugment-deactivated20160305]

        {Such a flamboyant being. I do hope his usefulness isn’t                 limited to the dance floor alone.}

Khan trailed after Castor, stepping into the lounge. It reminded him of the interior of one of the spaceships he’d flown, and he couldn’t help but scan the area. Whoever was in there seemed more concerned with relaxing, but he refused to do the same.

       "No, thank you." 

He sat down on one of the empty couches, hands on his thighs. His posture was rigid, though his face was calm. The Augment didn’t know what it took to gain audience with Zuse, but if payment was required, he knew there were other persuasive methods he could use against Castor.

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"Right. Well, John Harrison, I can surely introduce you to Zuse. However, i must ask a question or two before I do." Castor answered, taking a seat next to John on the couch.

"What business have you with the missile? I mean, I know you said it belonged to you, but...why is it here, on the Grid, then? My thought was that perhaps you shot it off by accident, but, I'm not so sure just how easy that is to do..."

A small smirk danced on the corner of Castor's lips. "You're not trying to send a message to Clu or anything, are you?"

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Welcome, Everyone, to the End of Line Club!

[hookahpillar]

"Absolem Ibnazerak, the Wise Blue Caterpillar of Underland at yours." Absolem bowed his head to the program, "you’re Eckert’s brother aren’t you?"

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"Pleasure to meet you, Absolem!"

Castor smiled wide at the mention of his brother and nodded, "Ah, yes! I am the brother of Eckert. Haven't seen him in quite the while, actually, now that you mention him."

[blievedinusers1b4-blog]

Welcome, Everyone, to the End of Line Club!

[violet-fitspatrick-deactivated2]

Violet smiled. “Hello Castor, pleasure to meet you. I’m Violet Fitspatrick.”

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"Violet, what a lovely name!" The white program responded, smiling at the other. "Now, from your appearance, you're certainly not a program, are you?" 

[blievedinusers1b4-blog]

Welcome, Everyone, to the End of Line Club!

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"Ah, Zusey … I think we can drop the formalities, since it’s us. How’ve you been?"

Castor looked up at his guest and smiled, greeting the other with open arms. "Ada, dearest! Oh, things have been so dull lately, so dreadfully dull!"

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blievedinusers1b4 sees me!~

"… I’m definitely not in Burgess anymore, am I?"

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"I would think not, dear boy. What is your name?"

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[artifactcreature]

End of Line

[beautiful-mischief]

"How peculiar." Loki remarked "Everything about you stored in one place. It's unlike anything I've witnessed before, but it's certainly an impressive piece of technology." As Castor handed his disk to him, the god studied it carefully, turning it over in his hands and chuckling to himself. "What if someone did take it, though? Would it be dangerous if they did, considering they'd have every single piece of information on you?"

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"Impressive, yes, but troublesome sometimes." Castor admitted. "Yes, it would be extremely dangerous if someone else took your disc - unless you trust that person to keep it safe for you. Depending on who the person is, they could get you derezzed, or even re-purpose you, if they know how. They could wipe all of your memories and make you even forget who you are...I know someone whom it's happened to before."

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Welcome, Everyone, to the End of Line Club!

"I'm Castor - Your Host. Provider of any and all, entertainment and diversions. At your service!"

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"If such an environment suits you," Khan stated, allowing a small smile to form on his mouth. "Then by all means, lead the way."

His senses alert, Khan surveyed the entire club, finding nothing but flashing lights and the bodies that moved to the pulsating beat. He turned his head towards Castor, his hands balling into small fists. Should the pale-haired man decide to launch a ‘surprise’ attack, the Augment would not hesitate to slaughter each and every one of them. 

            {Millions die every day. An entire room of such beings                      would not make a difference.}

While Zuse would certainly prove to be an effective source of information, Khan was aware of other individuals - a man called Clu, perhaps - that would be able to give him the data he required. 

Castor lead John Harrison to the middle of the floor, where he tapped his cane on the ground. Stairs escalated up seemingly out of no where , and Castor continued on his way up. Almost at the top of the stairs, he turned to his DJs up in their personal balcony.

"I'm stepping away for a moment, boys!" He slung his cane over his shoulder. "Change the scheme, alter the mood! Electrify the boys and girls, if you would be so kind~."

With that, he continued on his way up to the lounge.

Once inside, he set his cane on the table. "Can I fix you a drink, John Harrison?" The white program asked, tilting his head to the side.

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rp-military-hunter started following you

[rp-military-hunter]

Tyson nodded his understanding at the program’s words.

"Um," was his response, followed by slow blinking as he tried to think of something - anything - relevant to say. After a few seconds he settled on, "w-well it’s good to see that this place is still going and, um, t-that you’re still here. It’d be h-hard to find you if you weren’t."

He couldn’t help but feel it had been easier to speak with the other male the last time they’d been together. Tyson could speak fluently once he got into the momentum of it, it simply took a while to coax him enough to get that fluency out of him.

Tyson didn’t take a drink yet, instead he slowly, carefully, rotated it - twice counter clockwise, then twice clockwise, then repeat - with the pads of his fingers to give him something to focus on and keep himself as calm as he could manage.

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The white program smiled and shrugged, "I'll most likely always be here. If I'm ever not, though, you can feel free to ask someone where I am or stick around the club until I get back."

Castor looked around and scanned the club a few times; Clu's crew had been appearing more than usual, lately; he wasn't sure if it was because they were working so hard or if it was to keep an eye on the club host. Either way, it made him  - and the rest of the club's attendees - uneasy. And, especially if they found Tyson here, things would be bad.

But, Castor had missed Tyson, and he didn't want to turn him away. If Clu's men showed up, he would simply usher Tyson upstairs into the private lounge while he dealt with them himself.

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honey-sugar-baby started following you

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"Do extrapolate, my dear. What have you been up to as of late?" Castor took a sip of his own drink and then focused his attention back on the female program next to him,  drumming his fingers on the counter to stifle his curiosity.

"Siren work." She didn’t exactly count that particular function very highly, nor was it interesting. Only the means to a particularly sudden and violent end. Thankfully, for others. Still, being in that position did something to your appreciation and interest values. Lowered them. Back here, this was her best attempt to forget about the irritating job, perhaps focus on the much more intriguing hostess angle. As soon as she’d finished filling him in, though.  "Things don’t change very quickly. At least, they don’t seem to. What about you? How has the club been?" A smile showed at the corner of her lips at the mention of it.

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He nodded understandingly; yes, preparing someone for the games and then just sending them off to most likely die must be horrendous work. Like Castor, Gem had more of an eye for the fun and interesting life, which is probably what drew her to the club. She was his best hostess, so he was glad to have her!

"Ah, things haven't been changing quickly for you, but they have for myself, you see." Castor began. "The club's been quieter than ever lately; not sure if it's because Guy and Thomas have been gone for a bit on other business, or perhaps Clu scared everyone away. Or both." He chuckled.

[beautiful-mischief]

Loki inclined his head to one side in curiosity as Castor mentioned his past relationship, eyebrows then furrowing in confusion as he proceeded to speak of yet another piece of technology he wasn't aware of. "Discs?" He queried, inquisitive gaze landing on Castor's own as he showed it. "What are they for, exactly?"

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Castor smiled, flipping the disc in his own hands and looking it over. "They're used for a variety of things. They can become weapons, if needed, or a key to unlock the portal, in our creator's case. But mainly, they carry every memory of our life and identities. You could learn anything about a program's past or personal memories by scanning through their disc. Losing your disc could subject you to immediate de-resolution, so we must know where they are at all times."

He handed his disc to Loki. "I don't expect you to just get up and run away with it, so here. You may hold it for a moment, if you'd like."

[theruthlessautomaton]

Castor has found you again!

[theruthlessautomaton]

"Wonderful, dear, simply wonderful!" Castor replied, patting his friend’s shoulder. "Ah, perhaps in the shape of my cane, or like the disc you made? Or in the shape of a drink?"

” Of course I can! I can do what ever shape you like!” She smiled, “I could even do coins if you prefer! I think the little charms are cute though.” She took another bit of metal from her pocket and shaped into a cane cross against a disc, “How about that?”

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"Marvelous!" the white program answered, looking the little charm over. "How many are you able to make, do you think? I'd like to have my workers pass out as many as possible."