games, games, games....

[notglitching]

Who: Rinzler and a bunch of people. Semi-open: get coordinates from Rinzler or tag along with someone who did.
What: Everyone checks out the Arena. Oh, and: Games. 8D
When: Shortly after this post.
Where: Rinzler's place of solace: the Games arena from the Grid.
Warnings: Violence, though less than the glowy one expects. Probable near-nudity, given

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Entrance

[notglitching]

The Arena’s symmetrical in design-triangular, with huge corners rounded to make an odd-shaped hexagon. There are three main entrances along the sides, leading to seating levels, and three smaller platforms at the corners of the structure-though still huge enough by most standards. They’re designed for landing space by recognizers-though in the transposition to Promenade, they’ve wound up barely above ground level. The coordinates Rinzler provided lead to one of these.

Of course, practically none of this is visible from a ground-based approach. The smooth black ground stretches out to the front and sides, lines and curves of light illuminating it from beneath at set intervals. Ahead, the arena looms massive and bright, blue-white glow tracing the base, shining out from the open top.

Oh, and hey. There are other people. Want to say hi? Perform interpretive dance? Talk about anything before the creepy growling program comes out to let you in? This might be a good place.

[auto_enthusiast]

How about poking around like a snoop

[notglitching]

The wall isn't made of anything KO's likely to have experience with. And the arena's not a program. But it is coded. There's even a kind of interface-inactive for now-faintly detectable.

Access, however? Denied.

Encryptions slam up to block the probing scans, a buzz of rippling energy springing up at the contact points. It's not painful-not much, not yet-but it is jarring. Disruptive. And it's building-from quick shock to pulsing current. Might want to pull back, Knock Out.

And partway across the structure? An orange-lit program stops, growl shifting with faint edge before he resumes his approach. More quickly, now. This is Rinzler's place, for now at least. And he felt that.

[auto_enthusiast]

If there's code, it follows that there are going to be encryptions, and Knock Out's been at war for so long it's hard to remember a time when electronic systems weren't meticulously locked away from enemy interference and monitored. So the surprise here isn't that the arena is protected, it's that the protection is more than just digital.

He yelps and yanks his hand away from the wall, shaking out fritzed fingers. His plating tingles, neural receptors firing erratically, feeling just like he's been shocked. Ow.

Interesting.

He steps in again, both hands pressing to the wall. He was by no means a hacker but all Decepticons carried basic intrusion subroutines and he boots his now. Encryptions, meet his decrypter.

[notglitching]

Knock Out may be inorganic, but he's hardly a program. He's not from the Grid. So it's not surprising, really, that his understanding of the arena's systems is off, slightly.

The protection is digital. That just means something very different, in this place.

The arena's registered his energy signature-or the closest its sensors can perceive as such. As he reaches out again, the shimmer of an energy field flares up to intervene, quarantining the threat to system integrity, locking it out from access, contact.

The decryption routines are foreign, unfamiliar, and for a moment, the touch passes through, reaches the building. It's jarring, painful, but there. There's an instant of near-success, defensive structure destabilizing under the brute-force approach-though likely not in a way the mech would expect. The wall brightens visibly, individual voxels of code standing out sharp and fragile, contact points seeming about to fracture.

Then the quarantine field crackles bright with red-orange glow, and the attempt is utterly rejected.

[auto_enthusiast]

This is more of a challenge than Knock Out had anticipated, but he's a mech secure in his digital superiority, and he has no doubt that he's going to succeed. There's interference as he penetrates, painful and unpleasant but he endures it. Once he cracks through to the core code underneath it'll be a simple matter to nullify the defenses entirely--

And then the quarantine field goes up and he's ejected. Violently.Violently enough that he's thrown clear of the wall, hitting the ground hard enough to glitch him momentarily. Vents cycling erratically as his systems struggle to normalize, Knock Out stares blankly up into the skies of Promenande. That