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my dash is filled with my robot overlords it’s great

((Why yes, I did catch the Grammy awards show. Though I never do, I was in a place where someone was watching it this time. And yes, I was very pleased and relieved with the outcomes in some areas. :D :D :D Daft Punk won Big this year. YEEEEEES. SCORE.))

#OOC

((miniature hiatus for weekend on the entirety of DJ Siren. got some plans going on. ))

((Gracious there has been a wind and rain storm here through all night and not stopping. I may lose power again.))

#OOC

//Came for the Tron RP, stayed for the 'oh my gawd that is the most amazing portrayal of a non-speaking character ever and it's Guy-Man and I just can't but I shall forever.'

((AAAAAAAAA OHMYGOSH thankyouuuu. I work better, I think, with concepts, gestures, light play and feelings than actual speech. I didn't have much of a second thought about taking him on and I knew for a fact I was gonna keep him mute. It just feels right. I'm glad I am doing it right :DD I have all this built up headcanon idea for how he is and what he looks like and etcetc, if I ever get to use it, it will be amazing. There's something about working with him that makes me super happy nearly constantly.))

#theblackguardroz

robotrocktheclub

ithasazipper started following you

A slight inclination of his helm. One word scrolled across in visual. <INTÉRESSANT>

ithasazipper-blog

"I’d say the same thing, but in english." Sam commented, tapping lightly on the program’s helmet. "You were at the club that one time. Does that make you a music program? Do you only have french language files?"

robotrocktheclub

The DJ withdrew slightly, unaccustomed to being touched. Unaccustomed to being asked many questions as well, he ‘stared’ briefly before answering. <OUI - AM DJ. SOME ENGLISH. MOSTLY FRANCAIS. WORK @ EOL.> These scrolled at a relatively slow pace over his helm. He crossed his arms and leaned on one hip in a gesture that was partly defensive, and served an attempt at covering up genuine intrigue. <YOU?>

ithasazipper-blog

"Mostly english, some french. Spent a summer there. Great wine, great food, great…well great atmosphere." Sam prattled on, watched with fascination as the words finished scrolling across the program’s helmet.

"I guess I work here. Fixing the Grid is turning into a full time occupation. Wait…do you not know who I am?" This was a surprise, it wasn’t often that Sam met a program who didn’t instantly recognize him at the ‘Son of the Maker’ or some other iteration of that.

robotrocktheclub

Pleased at the appreciation of the cultural objects in a way, his stance relaxed slightly. Fixing the Grid. Always something. A rather uninteresting job for such an unusual individual. Still, the directives and processes that were behind the scenes always felt more comfortable to the DJ at any rate. This question caught him off guard slightly. <I KNOW WHO YOU ARE?> He was fairly confident that he did, anyway. Working under Castor in some form had a lot of surprising informational uses, though this was more on the level of near common knowledge. <WHY??>

#ithasazipper

{Came for the character, stayed for the adorable, awesome RP!}

((aaawww wasndajndasjasdjk <3333 THANK YOUUU))

#alwaysyori #(('adorable' is a word that seems to get associated with him a lot :D))

Long time no see mon ami. Play me a beat? *She smiled warmly*

An enthusiastic nod. Briefly a lifeline pulsed across his helm, outlined in a warm and friendly light pink.

#alwaysyori

askboxmemes

Describe my blog in terms of "came for the _____, stayed for the _____"

robotrocktheclub

ithasazipper started following you

A slight inclination of his helm. One word scrolled across in visual. <INTÉRESSANT>

ithasazipper-blog

"I’d say the same thing, but in english." Sam commented, tapping lightly on the program’s helmet. "You were at the club that one time. Does that make you a music program? Do you only have french language files?"

robotrocktheclub

The DJ withdrew slightly, unaccustomed to being touched. Unaccustomed to being asked many questions as well, he 'stared' briefly before answering. <OUI - AM DJ. SOME ENGLISH. MOSTLY FRANCAIS. WORK @ EOL.> These scrolled at a relatively slow pace over his helm. He crossed his arms and leaned on one hip in a gesture that was partly defensive, and served an attempt at covering up genuine intrigue. <YOU?>

#ithasazipper

thexrunawayxson

Okay to help my friend feel better reblog if...

you are okay with Roleplaying with male muns

no matter their sexuality

no matter the gender of their muse

no matter what as long as they are nice like everyone else should be.

ithasazipper started following you

A slight inclination of his helm. One word scrolled across in visual. <INTÉRESSANT>

#ithasazipper

winzler

winzler: SAM VERSUS ARCADE MACHINE electricsed: LOL WHY IS HE FLYING AT IT winzler: I DON’T KNOW electricsed: LIKE HE WANTS TO FUCKING KILL THAT MACHINE elecrticsed: OMG winzler: IKR winzler: WHAT IS GOING ON winzler: WHY SAM winzler: DID YOU LOSE A QUARTER electricsed: “YOU TOOK MY FATHER”

infiniteviking

JALKDLAKSALJDKKSDLAJSKLFDJDS

okay this toy I would have bought IF I HAD EVER SEEN IT ANYWHERE

winzler

But what would you have played with it? Sam Flynn Destroys More Of His Father’s Property? (That said, it does sound 100% canon compliant.)

infiniteviking

Sam Flynn Parkours All Over The Arcade, obviously. :D

robotrocktheclub

Best conversation up in here. ^

robotrocktheclub

Roz could not deny her initial interest when the mission had been requested of her. Normally, her alternate disc attachment was used for spy missions in Argon, but a certain suspicion had been aroused via Castor's popular nightclub, and so she had been assigned to quietly infiltrate End of Line. There, she could partake in the one thing which brought her calculative mind peace: good music. Parting from her civilian group, her green-eyed gaze ventured up toward the DJ booth and she smiled.

DJ 2 could hold up the club all on his own rather well, yes indeed. It was a little unusual for none of the normal behind the scenes crowd to be here. Sirens, Siren in particular, DJ 1 or even Castor. All good excuses anyway. Except that last one. Just another sneaky excuse. Well used to this by now, the cycle had been seized for the moment. Pulsing lights on the floor were patterned in a rhythm that had been especially chosen by the DJ, his personal style. It would not seem very different from the normal rave effects when in place. Only perhaps a bit more.. excited right now. It was good to be in charge on your own sometimes.His helmet tilted up and down with the beat, blank for the moment as his hands were focused on mixing the next track. When he briefly glanced up to bask in the enjoyment of the populace for his work, there was a Program sort of looking in his direction. Familiar. Without really thinking about it, he gave her a short wave.

unknowableperfection

Familiar was definitely the best description to their relation. The last she could recall of their encounter had been rather…unusual; a certain glitch had run rampant in programs, likely passed around by some addition to the energy, unknowingly ingested. How amusing that had been, to other programs, anyway. To them, incredibly awkward. But that was cycles ago, and Roz had had little need to visit the club other than for a few brief, suited visits - he wouldn’t have recognized her then, and like any intelligent program, would have avoided the armored lieutenant.

Now, she was free to peruse under this friendly, false demeanor, and she could not resist the opportunity. Besides, the DJs had eyes just like any other program, and were famed regulars of End of Line; their knowledge of the goings-ons amid the club were just as relevant as any other’s, if not more so.

She gave a short gesture to one of her supposed companions and then left their collection to head toward the exit of the booth where her fancy was currently occupied. She could work her way into it, but she preferred not to disturb the solo DJ while he was at work. There would be a break, he would come out when he was ready, and then she would get to work.

robotrocktheclub

The energy rush of working solo had just about run it's course not so long after that. Pleased with his work, and with himself, the unusual level of sociability had persisted. The next few tracks were mixed and ready to go. There was time for a drink and mingling. Not, of course, together. The way he went about drinking energy had left a sour feeling with Programs before. That would be discreetly accomplished. Giving a brief thought to the girl who he'd seen before, his thoughts were caught up. What was their relation now? Was she awkward around him? Hopefully not. Company in any kind of friendship was hard to find. It would be nice, maybe, to have a Program around occasionally that he knew at some level. Not that watching the same common patrons in their routines and silly attempts at flirting with others wasn't also amusing. Thus concluded, the focus sparked back in linear to drinks. Refreshment after making use of that energy from the clients, and his own music. He descended to the main floor, immediately gratified at the temperature change. A slight flush around his circuitry was translated in some cryptic form to the helm's layover iconography. Nevermind that. That was alright. To the bar!

#theblackguardroz #((GUY THIS IS TOTALLY A TRAP LOL))#((Ahhhhh thank youuuu I'm glad to be back. He always makes me feel better.))#((I am way better with music than math every time I have to make a 'time' reference it gets all crazy))

Roz could not deny her initial interest when the mission had been requested of her. Normally, her alternate disc attachment was used for spy missions in Argon, but a certain suspicion had been aroused via Castor's popular nightclub, and so she had been assigned to quietly infiltrate End of Line. There, she could partake in the one thing which brought her calculative mind peace: good music. Parting from her civilian group, her green-eyed gaze ventured up toward the DJ booth and she smiled.

DJ 2 could hold up the club all on his own rather well, yes indeed. It was a little unusual for none of the normal behind the scenes crowd to be here. Sirens, Siren in particular, DJ 1 or even Castor. All good excuses anyway. Except that last one. Just another sneaky excuse. Well used to this by now, the cycle had been seized for the moment. Pulsing lights on the floor were patterned in a rhythm that had been especially chosen by the DJ, his personal style. It would not seem very different from the normal rave effects when in place. Only perhaps a bit more.. excited right now. It was good to be in charge on your own sometimes.His helmet tilted up and down with the beat, blank for the moment as his hands were focused on mixing the next track. When he briefly glanced up to bask in the enjoyment of the populace for his work, there was a Program sort of looking in his direction. Familiar. Without really thinking about it, he gave her a short wave.

#theblackguardroz

Hey, man. I'm sorry about the message. I shouldn't have been that hard on you. I heard it wasn't your fault, so I feel really bad about that. =( Even if it had been your fault, I still shouldn't have shouted - that was overkill. What do you say we start over & forget the past, eh? *extends a hand for a handshake*

….The hand is considered. The outfit, considered more.Finally, with a short nod, the DJ accepts this handshake.That seemed a bit begrudging, but for now he holds his peace easily.

#user-flynn #userflynn #((that.... I did not notice that message before my hiatus. But here it is now so -flail-))

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