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From the Tron 40th anniversary panel at D23. DATA PUSHERS!
Tron: Legacy, Dinner Scene Re-Write
Sam looked like his father. Well, younger, but she could see the resemblance in his eyes, in the set of his brow as he considered the taste of the food.
She wondered if it tasted different than the food he was used to? To her, it was delicious— green beans, roasted and seasoned pork, soft, buttery potatoes. The water was crisp, refreshing. She watched him chew, looking for any signs of unpleasantness. It must have tasted fine to him though, because he ate another forkful and another. Then he saw her staring, and she almost choked on her drink.
Smooth, she thought. Freak out Flynn’s son and treat him like a shiny new light baton. That was going to make him feel welcome, make the evening go smoothly.
Flynn hadn’t seen his son in almost twenty years. Did Sam even remember what he was like? Or were they both looking at complete strangers, trying to see where the pieces of their memories fit together?
The scraping of fork against plate was the only thing filling the awkward silence, so she tried to remedy it.
“How old are you now, Sam?” she asked. At the very least, she could try to get them started on something. She might be a third wheel, but she was pretty good at breaking ice.
“You should be 27,” Kevin offered.
Sam confirmed that he was.
If she remembered correctly, that was on the younger side. She couldn’t do the math in her head, but technically, he was nearly her age. She might be a few “years” older. She wondered if that meant that he’d attended college then, and asked him so.
“Cal-tech,” he said.
“Cal-tech?” Flynn asked, a small look of pride growing on his face,” My alma-mater.”
Flynn rarely smiled like that, like nothing else in that moment existed. And this was interesting information— she knew Flynn was educated in his world, but he’d never told her where.
“Yeah,” Sam said, “ ’til I dropped out.”
The mental image of Sam falling out of a school, butt first, smack on the ground was so unexpected that the laugh just bubbled up out of her. It was only when Flynn looked at her weird that she realized that was probably not what he meant.
Sam wasn’t laughing either.
Ah. Not a joke… right. Well, not her fault Users were funny when they were trying to be serious.
[End Scene]
This is just an exercise. I feel like the only character I’m really in tune with when I write is Alan. I tried to watch an interview with Garret Hedlund (he has a southern accent??? What???) to see if watching the actors’ faces could help me with characterization, but.... not really. so then I decided to novelize (???) a scene to see if that would help me, and YEAH THAT’S WAY MORE LIKE IT.
I definitely felt in tune with my Quorra Voice while doing this, so hopefully this helps me “re-create” her in my fic a little better? I feel like I need to do visualization exercises or something, lol.
Finally got a Wacom Cintiq tablet after saving up for awhile, and did a practice render of Quorra from Tron:Legacy (definitely not perfect, but I’m pretty proud of it). Now that I have a decent tablet for digital art, I’m hoping to post a lot more of my artwork on here.
We Rebuild Inside, Then Out
Pairing: Sam Flynn/Tron
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Rating: T-Mature
Length: 4/?
Story: You need to rebuild yourself before you can rebuild a world. Sam has to help Tron remember how to trust and forgive before they can make the Grid what it was always supposed to be. Slowly progressing Tron/Sam.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22356745/chapters/53410024
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ya gurl just wrote some Tron:Legacy fanfic in this, The Year of Our Lord, 2019.
I'm l i v i n g.
I'm going to post it tomorrow here and on my Patreon because I don't trust myself not to upload it without any mistakes (almost one am lol). It's just a synopsis and a very small teaser but I'm definitely going to write the rest of it and probably release it all at once cuz I know myself and if I can't binge it I ain't readin' it lol
Keys
Flynn: there is a spare key and a master key for the Encom tower. Alan has them both.
Flynn: when I asked him, "what if you die, Alan? How will we get inside?" he said "If I'm dead, you guys have been dead for weeks".
decided to finally watch stranger things and see what all the fuss is about, but at this stage my only take away is how much the theme song reminds me of tron. eighties heaven
"Come on. I wanna show you something."