Conflict://003 - Day: [Video + Text]
[Rinzler's staring at the feed. Or, at least, his helmet's fixed towards it. The view pans out slightly from the mask to show the entireity of the program. He looks somewhat more stable than the last time most saw him-circuitry solid orange, no visible code damage, corrupted rumble ticking out with even precision.
And he's standing... someplace strange.
The words 'natural environment' might come to mind if they weren't so completely at odds with the program's existence. The room's not large, walls black and glassy-looking, faintly reflective. Sparse orange lines trace the boundaries of the space, a thicker line visible to the side, faintly pulsing with power. A hexagonal doorway behind is open, leading to a corridor of similar design.
The feed's still for some seconds, Rinzler continuing his unmoving stare. Then the helmet jerks faintly to the side, and the rattling noise surges. The program walks forward, the view shifting around to follow his motion. He stops, mask tipping towards a wall-sized window, through which... something altogether larger can be seen.]
[Enclosed platforms hover in the air, rotating slowly at the center of the place as a circular display of light flares bright and empty above it all. Distant seating is visible along the sides-enough for thousands. The structure is full of strange angles and curves, almost alien in design, bright lights and dark surfaces in sharp contrast.
Rinzler turns back towards the PORTAL display, unbroken rumble rising, quickening. A single word transmits over the connection.]
Games.
[[ooc: Someone's found his Place of Solace. Views of what might be visible from the outside can be found in a few places (just ignore the recognizers in the last one). Oh, and fair warning: Rinzler's idea of Games has a lot in common with most people's idea of attempted murder. So... violence probable for those who drop in.
(edit) ...And there will shortly be a log to handle said drop-ins, since this is now a MASS GRIDTRIP. XD]]
And he's standing... someplace strange.
The words 'natural environment' might come to mind if they weren't so completely at odds with the program's existence. The room's not large, walls black and glassy-looking, faintly reflective. Sparse orange lines trace the boundaries of the space, a thicker line visible to the side, faintly pulsing with power. A hexagonal doorway behind is open, leading to a corridor of similar design.
The feed's still for some seconds, Rinzler continuing his unmoving stare. Then the helmet jerks faintly to the side, and the rattling noise surges. The program walks forward, the view shifting around to follow his motion. He stops, mask tipping towards a wall-sized window, through which... something altogether larger can be seen.]
[Enclosed platforms hover in the air, rotating slowly at the center of the place as a circular display of light flares bright and empty above it all. Distant seating is visible along the sides-enough for thousands. The structure is full of strange angles and curves, almost alien in design, bright lights and dark surfaces in sharp contrast.
Rinzler turns back towards the PORTAL display, unbroken rumble rising, quickening. A single word transmits over the connection.]
Games.
[[ooc: Someone's found his Place of Solace. Views of what might be visible from the outside can be found in a few places (just ignore the recognizers in the last one). Oh, and fair warning: Rinzler's idea of Games has a lot in common with most people's idea of attempted murder. So... violence probable for those who drop in.
(edit) ...And there will shortly be a log to handle said drop-ins, since this is now a MASS GRIDTRIP. XD]]