ReBoots in Disguise!

[a1enzo]

Enzo really ought to be in sleep mode, but he's too fascinated by one of his gifts. It's easy enough for a sprite to find the indicated patterns in the lights on the ceiling, but he's much less clear on how, say, that group constitutes a dragon.

WARNING: INCOMING GAME. WARNING: INCOMING GAME.

Dude! This is the first Game since his birthday! And it's at night, too. What if everyone's asleep? What if no one makes it in? He can't know for sure. As a Guardian, he's obligated to enter that Game, by code and by duty.

Of course, he's out the window and halfway to the cube on his new boogie baud by the time he's finished thinking this...

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[command_dot_com]

Tonight... Dot elected to block all communications with the office. She and Bob had wanted a night together without someone calling every sixteen nanos, for it's very hard to be romantic in any way, shape, or form when someone's complaining about the forms that haven't been filled out properly. If they try to vidwindow, they'll only get an away message.

"Mmmmmm..."

[mendanddefend_archive]

"Oh, yeahhhhh..."

[command_dot_com]

WARNING: INCOMING GAME. WARNING: INCOMING GAME.

"..Oh.."

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob rolls his eyes. "Figures." He looks to the door and back to Dot. "Think we can make it in time?"

[command_dot_com]

"Only if we start moving now..." Doesn't that just FIGURE.

Dot sits up reaching for her icon and tapping it twice to get dressed in a hurry.

[mendanddefend_archive]

Bob takes two steps toward where his armor is piled up, then stops. "Wait..." He shuts his eyes for a moment. "Someone's already on the way in. Glitch is picking up Matrix's protocol heading for the landing site."

[command_dot_com]

"Just Matrix?" Are he and AndrAIa taking the games in shifts now?

[mendanddefend_archive]

"I think so." A shrug. "He can handle it. And in the meantime..."

[command_dot_com]

"...where were we.."

[mendanddefend_archive]

"I think I know..."

And they pick up where they left off.