(The Dome is a thread meant for practice duels and light RP. Enter in-character with a ready deck and ask for an opponent; another player or my own self will come along so you can test out your deck or new card combos.)

With the heavy clunk of a switch, the lights turn on. Floodlamps from the ceiling illuminate the inside of the Old Dome; a modest coliseum on the outskirts of New Domino rated to seat a few thousand spectators. Large metal shutters soar over the dome, almost encasing it save for a gap in the middle in which sunlight has poured through, thought the evening sky can be seen now. In the middle of the descending rows of old plastic seats, the stadium itself is wrapped in the most rudimentary concrete duel track, the protective plexiglass separating it from the front row seats having grown mostly opaque with age. Within the track are old, abandoned shacks and RV's: broadcasting and logistical centres that were left behind when the Dome was abandoned. Among them is the standing duel arena; a paved area the size of a basketball court sectioned off into 4 spaces, each sized for a lone duelist.

In one of the standing duel-spaces is a machine; a coppery-skinned humanoid construct that is limp from the waist up. Its legs are fused together into a single pillar on which stands an articulating, genderless torso marked across the chest with a 16-digit serial number. Only two green lenses approximating eyes and a grid of small lights in place of a mouth on its otherwise featureless head. Wires trail from the back of the machine's skull and spine to one of the nearby RV's. Upon its left arm is a duel-disk of the old Battle-City Tournament design, and across its chest is a careworn bandoleer, with several pouches on it that could fit any number of small tools and knick-knacks...or a full deck.

With the return of light to the Dome, a hum of power builds in the machine for a minute before it straightens up, the lights in its face flickering on. As its eyes adjust and take in the new stimuli, a mouth forms out of the small bulbs on its face; a placid, horizontal line. When it speaks in its flat, polite tone, the mouth-lights adjust in a pleasantly retro 8-bit fashion to approximate a moving, speaking mouth.

"Duel-Mode: Engaged. Opponent: Detected. Duel Parameters: Missing. Awaiting Verbal Confirmation."

The initial startup of the duel bot had startled Quin, but now he wasn't sure if he was more excited for the prospect of some overdue dueling or the wonder of technology in front of him. Figured New Damino would abandon this he had seen the things they've thrown away. "Well I guess the best way to appreciate this... would be a dual." He can't help but smile about his evening's development and is practically bouncing with giddiness. "Hmm, now how do we start the dual do I just accept?"
Quinton Activates his dual disk and draws an opening hand accompanied with a "Let's Duel!"


Deck: 40 left
Hand: Dimensional Prison, Fire Formation - Tenki, Fire Formation - Tenken, Danger! Dogman!, Fire formation - Tensu
Field: Nothing yet (no clue who is going first.)
Grave: N/A