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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[a1enzo]

Track does have a mouth, and a shiny metal tongue which he sticks out at Sound.WAV.

"I've got a lot of joints... Actually, hang on... I think I can... fold up..."

Trying it out, he folds this in, tucks that under, and when he finishes, he has assumed the form of... a flat rectangular thing with a couple of holes in it. What the hey?

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Sound.WAV realizes that Track's new form is about the size and shape of the weird compartment in his chest. Interesting.

He tries doing the same thing, although his new form is a bit larger, with a large handle on top and a speaker on either side. The compartment opens as well as he tries to figure out what his new form can do.

[a1enzo]

It's difficult to move much in this shape, but he can hop a bit, and so he does - right into the larger box's slot.

It's strangely comfortable.

"Weeeeird..."

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Sound.WAV closes his compartment, still trying to figure this new shape out. Weird was right.

"Situation: Confusing."

[a1enzo]

There's a click, the peg-things poking through Track's holes start turning the surrounding gears, and Track's voice suddenly emerges from Sound.WAV's speakers.

"♫I've got a lovely bunch of cocoa-nuts...♫"

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"Your music taste: Inferior."

Sound.WAV changes back into his original form, with Track still in his compartment, before he starts heading down the hall again with Rollover in tow.

He figures they've been playing around enough. It's time to go find the User.

[a1enzo]

"It used to be your music taste," the voice emerges from the big robot's chest. "So there."

"Hey..." We seem to be moving. Track rattles around in the compartment. "Um... could you let me out? Please? Hey!"