Stranger and stranger...

Where:  On the way home.  Or what was home.
When:  Now!
What:  A day of relaxing gaming ends in a very unexpected, unauthorized relocation of one very grouchy resource.
Warnings:  None

The corridor out of the Arena into the streets was long-since quiet. All of the spectators had gone home for the evening, and the crowds had finally dispersed enough to allow Tron to slip out of the double doors into relative peace, boots tapping softly on the sidewalk as she made her way home.

She didn't often allow herself the chance to spend time in the games these days. Time was usually swallowed completely with running the Grid, coordinating between Sam and Alanis-1 on building and expanding, and ensuring that the external connection to the internet was kept safely secured against unauthorized transfers. The chance to blow off some much-needed steam was always a welcome one. But in the end, it had left her blissfully exhausted, her circuits aching with the aftereffects of the overcharge of combat.

The walk was, at least at first, completely uneventful. She was able to use the time to work out most of the kinks from her system, stretching her legs and cooling down on the way home. But somewhere around the fifth quadrant of Gamma sector, a strange tingling in the air made her slow, her active scans flaring to life as she focused instantly, glancing around for signs of what had caused the subtle disturbance.

She didn't have enough time to react when a strange flash overcame her, making her freeze and hang up violently for a number of long, agonizing breaths. When the flash went away, she stumbled, glancing up and looking around in complete confusion as she registered the area she was in had changed inexplicably, the layout of the modified and adjusted to accommodate a series of brand new buildings that she didn't recognize from the others.

That was what sent her staggering backward into the street, her eyes gazing up and around in utter shock, unsure what had just occurred or why.