HOWS MY PROGRAMMING?


Kevin's a pretty major character and I am always open to feedback. Hit me Hit me!

[Assume that there was lots of Kevin talking about systems during mirror!verse. Trying to encourage violence, let inmate run wild etc. etc.]


[Private to the Admiral]

I have a game that I need translated to the...X-Box? I have absolutely no idea how to convert it.

[Private to Slick]

I have something for you. [Or he will as soon as the Admiral gets back to him.] It's...

Yeah man. Just come and get it.

[Private to Toshiko. Seperately filtered to Rinzler so he can see.]

Toshiko.

I uh..the last time we talked I was a jerk. In fact I was king of the jerks. I don't want to step on any toes.

Tron was...well. He was my friend. I can't change the past however and Rinzler has just as much of a right to live as he does. If there is anything that I can do for either of you, please don't hesitate to tell me.

I was wondering if I could actually...play a game with Rinzler? How about tossing the disc around? If not, that's totally fine. I just uh...

Yes.


[Private to Rinzler]

...I'm sorry.

[When Kevin Flynn turns on the camera he's wearing a white robe and Jeff Bridges's signature older looks. It's pretty comfortable-which would scare him if he weren't feeling incredibly mellow.]

You know. I think this flood might be a sign that we ought to slow down. That we need to think before we react. Everybody here has such a negative vibe, but nobody is going to be able to do anything until we recognize that.

[He holds up a hand.]

We all have a purpose.

And.

We can change that purpose you know? Wait, that doesn't feel right-

[He shakes his head] You know, what I really want? To play a video game. Would anyone like to join me? You're only as old as you feel.


[Private to Slick]

Check in fella.

You know...when I was a kid man, I didn't realize how lucky I was. I mean, my parents stuck together through thick and thin. My dad was a mechanic and my mom was a school teacher and we had a dog and...wow the American dream huh?

But since being here and meeting people I guess...I'd like to pass on that dream you know? Make things better. So I'm looking for work.

I do mostly computer programming and [he beams] I will happily demonstrate my skills.

[Warden Filter]

I join the ranks of people who want to learn self defense.

No guns. I just want to know how to protect myself? I can offer a trade guys.

[Private to Slick]

I'm not reporting that you bit me, because I know it wasn't your fault man. Instead, we're going to have a little chat.

Here's the skinny.

You get a job, any job, and I will design a video game to your specifications. It'll be a computer game and if the admiral's nice he might translate it to this X...box...thing.

Maybe...[he looks uncomfortable] We can play together.

You want gore, you've got gore. Whatever you want, and you can play it any time you want. [Of course, the caveat is that you put a toe out of line, and the game goes away] It'll take me about two weeks and probably be the simplest game in the world, but we can always add new levels and stuff.

...can't let you set people on fire, but you know-figured it might remind you of home.


[Private to the Admiral]

I need some basic programming books man. Uh..circa recent? I'm pretty sure I can catch up on it quickly.

[Kevin is yawning.]

...That was either the best nap I've ever had or I was seriously out.

Oh god, I didn't drink did I?

If I made a pass at anyone, I apologize. Unless it was really well worded and eloquent. In which case, I'd love to find out just what I said so I can say it again.

[Private to Slick]

[He has this awful idea to break down your walls Slick. This terrible awful idea.]

Hey buddy. Every time we keep meeting I keep screwing up somehow, so...I think we ought to get together as soon as I can find a place to put it into action. I hope you're behaving yourself.

[Private to those involved in the "David" debacle]

Hi.

[headscratch] My name's Kevin Flynn and I'm Slick's warden. I caught the tale end of what happened with the kid but I wanted to find out...is there anything I can do?

for that matter [sheepish] anything I should do? Still new to this whole wardening game.

[Warden Filter]

I need a place with a field. A football field would be great, but I'm open to anything. I also need a football. I doubt this'll work with my inmate, but it's worth a shot.

[The dude needs no introduction. He's simply there, in a bathrobe and boxers and a big pair of sunglasses.]

...Okay guys.



Everybody chill out.



I'm looking for a rug.


If you see a rug. Tell me.

[When the video feed clicks on, Kevin is dressed in a suit and tie and trying as best as he can to look...professional.

This effect is completely ruined by the fact that he's wearing a tie with a Santa Claus on it that appears to be faintly glowing. The Santa is wearing boxer shorts. It was a gift. It may or may not be the only tie he will admit to owning (all of his other ties have been misplaced.)]


When I first showed up I maybe wasn't taking this as seriously as I should have cause uh...


Well. [he shifts his feet] stuff.

I'm here though. And that admiral guy wanted me to be a warden because...I don't know. Lora would say that anybody who puts me in a position of power might have a few screws loose but um..



[long pause.]

I'd like to offer my services. Where ever I can and whatever I can do I want to help.

This guy once said, "I never see what has been done; I only see what remains to be done." It's escaping my mind who said that-but I kind of had it drilled into me by one of my professors. So...

I'm new here and I don't know any of you guys but I know when a group's out of whack man. You guys are all friends right? Or if not friends at least tolerant? The best kind of friends are willing to tolerate.

I think that's most of my friends actually. But.

It seems like things are being done. We should leave all of that to the experts and focus on the future. Yes bad things happened and people got angry but they're doing what they've gotta do and that's between them and the people who've gotta do it. Family's and friends of them y'know? If you wanna help someone who got hurt why not give them a...hug or something instead of planning to shank the guy who hurt them in the back?

[idle] Seems like people would be better served that way if you really care.

Sorry inmates. People suck. Universal truth and it seems to be spread over...space too. And I don't want to diminish the severity of the situation. You guys just all seem really out of whack.


On that note. I propose a knock knock joke competition. I humbly offer my communicator for you guys to flood with knock-knock jokes.

Here, I'll start.

Knock Knock.

[Added after a minute.]

Please tell me casual's okay. I hate wearing a monkey suit but I figured I gotta take this seriously. You can take me seriously in a T-shirt and jeans right?

[The video turns on with a click-followed by several loud button pushing noises. The image resolves into a young man with messed brown hair grinning like an idiot]

HANDHELD! more power then an apple II, light size and weight..plus a video function...

[It hits him then that the camera is on.]

Greetings Programs! And humans! And not-humans,because sriously how cool is it. we are all here in a space ship?

[The camera pans to-his door] a space ship! But I guess you guys are used to it right? I wished I'd asked that admiral guy if he were George Lucas cause...

[Handwave] hello! Uh [pause] I'm Kevin. Kevin Flynn. Creator of space paranoids, lightcycles..don't listen to history. [Grimace] I. wrote those games

CalTech grad. PHD in programming. I was like, in high school mindset so I slept through most of it.

Uh. Yeah. Think that might be it. Except...I know there's these things but does anybody have some computer stuff I could play with?

Well not play-but we can talk. Cause I want to get the technology right so that I don't

[The screen goes black. All responses from Kevin are now temporarily audio. You can see him-he can't see you.]

[WARDEN FILTER-TEST]

hey! Uh, just playing with the filter-making sure I'm doing it right.

User Name/Nick: Ramen
User LJ: on file.
AIM/IM: on file
E-mail: on file
Other Characters: on file.

Character Name: Kevin Flynn.
Series: Tron!1982 version.
Age: Kevin's 33, but a young 33. He was born in 1949 and sort of rose through the usual roads of life rather quickly.
From When?: From just after RAM dies. His deal involves bring RAM back and making sure nobody else gets hurt on the grid in the course of trying to defeat the MPC.

However, Kevin wouldn't be adverse to the admiral deciding to do him an extra favor and get him the proof he needs that Dillinger stole his games, but that's another story and entirely entirely up to the big guy.

( The Grid: A digital cluster of information. I tried to picture what it would look like... )

Sample Journal Entry: [5-10 Sentences]

[There's a click and the video feed is on and suddenly there's a young man with ruffled hair wearing a red shirt and jean jacket. Moving forward, he picks up the camera and pans it around the room. Viewers get unintentional video of a very messy bedroom before he sets it back down and grins.]

Okay, why aren't you guys jumping up and down? We're on a space ship. A space ship. How cool is this? I mean when the admiral guy said we were in space I thought uh...[he shrugs, exaggerated]

But here we are! [he bounces back up] Man, this is the neatest thing I have ever seen. It ranks with Sony's trinitron monitors. And then there's this thing- [he picks up the communicator] It's user friendly and the size of a paperweight. How awesome is this? [he laughs] we are light years away from this back home.

Speaking of which. [He sets the camera back down with a thump] Introductions. Okay. I am. [he points at his chest] Kevin Flynn. Creator of Space Paranoids, Lightcycles, and others. Yeah, I wrote those games, don't listen to what history tells you.

[He scratches his head] So I made a deal with the Admiral which is really kind of important. I mean lives depend on it guys. I'm not saying anyone else's deal isn't important! [he waves his hands ] I just uh-y'know-I've sort of had a really crazy 48 hours that range from finding out programs live in a different world to giant space ships....but I'll tell you about that later if you're interested.

Qualifications! [He makes an A-HA! face] I'm a doctor. Not an MD but like a...PHD. I got it in computer science and programming. The class was easy. I recommend it if bored. [he snorts] I certainly was. Greatest programmer CalTECH has ever seen gets written up for hacking the laboratory computers and changing...

[he bites his lip] yeah.

If this little guy is any indication however? I'd like to rent out my computer services. Apparently I am...really behind on technical stuff and I want to see if I can still even navigate my way around a computer system. [he grins] Then again, it looks like a standard user interface. The monitors though are neat So thin.

...I think...that's it. Um. Except Admiral? Can I get a mini-fridge? If not that's totally cool. I run on coca cola.

[He frowns] Right. Okay. Uh. I'll take questions.

[There is a pause]

Hello? [he taps the device again] I really hope I didn't break it.

Sample RP:

Kevin turned off his communicator and padded to the door to the barge proper, trying to sort out his impressions. He had been holding Ram before letting him gently slip through his hands as he'd crumbled into star dust and the guy had shown up.

The Guy. He couldn't even tell he was a dude. He looked like something that belonged on the Grid and didn't and...

It was fuzzy. A bad night at the arcade fuzzy, the night Lora dumped him fuzzy. He'd said the first thing that came into his head bring Ram back because the poor guy didn't deserve a death like that. He was a user. He should have been able to do something.

Is this guy a user for m.. He didn't finish the thought as he closed the door to his room and pulled on a jacket. He changed his shoes to a pair of red converse. He studied the shoes for a moment. They were his favorite-he'd worn them to his graduation, wore them the day he'd met Lora ...

I should've won them last night. Kevin shook his head and tied the laces. He stood and stretched before straightening a few toys on his desk. He shot an angry look at the ceiling, "You'd better make sure everything goes back to normal when you put the room back."

He paused, "And that time actually stops."

It was like an intuitive sixth sense-the idea that time stopped. He knew he was in no danger, the guy wanted his help and somewhere somebody needed help. He was good at helping (always had been) and he could use all the good karma he could get if he ended up back facing the MCP. Thoughts of the MCP made him stop however. He sat back on the bed.

The MCP. A program he'd helped create that had apparently lost it's mind. He hadn't thought of it as something that would have a mind, but the computer had parts of him in it. It's cruelty and maliciousness...how much of that was him?

It's mostly Dillinger.

That made him feel better. Dillinger was a scummy worm who'd be capable of doing something like oppressing thousands of computers. It might even have been a class in itself but it was a computer...

And you're on a space ship.
He snorted, "Well shoot. That kind of invalidates the argument doesn't it?"

That meant programs had actual personalities. That people programmed bits of themselves, that there was no LIMIT to what a computer could accomplish. They could do anything they were told to do.

People were an entirely different matter. He'd been good with people-easy going and easy to make friends with. Sure he could be stubborn but Lora nonwithstanding...

He shook it out of his head. Straightening his jacket he hopped to his feet and opened the door. Grinning, he looked back at the neon room and shrugged his shoulders before heading out into the boat.

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