overbox | Whackathon

"How does a button just...create a whole world?"

That doesn't add up, but then, lots of things hadn't really added up for a while. And besides, not pressing it means she can't see how it works.

/press.

The button starts ticking for about ten seconds before, with a satisfying "ding!", a dark wooden door abruptly appears in the wall directly to the button's right.

Okay. Weeeeird. But, she'll push open the door and peer inside. Or through it, or...whatever. Doors to button worlds are weird.

Beyond the door is an endless sheet of what looks like dark glass forming the ground. There is a slightly upraised stone path down the middle that leads onwards into a fog bank. The sky is dark, and there are no stars.

"Well that's not eerie at all."

Kat wanders down the path, looking around her and focusing on the fog ahead. Though, really? It wasn't the worst place. At least there was something, and that was plenty of room. Room was good!

The path continues for quite a while. The biggest thing Kat gets a sense of is how unnervingly, almost supernaturally still this place is.

Eventually, she comes to a wider spot on the path, upon which lies what appeared to be a dead body at first, but a closer look reveals only to be a pile of clothes and armor lying more or less in the shape of a person. Underneath one of the gloves is a piece of paper.

"Again with the weird and creepy. Geez, what part of the Court did I wander into?"

Because naturally that's what she assumes this is. It's got the stillness right, at least, and that's not too bad...but man, random armor and clothing? What the hell!

She pokes at it with her foot, and when she spots the paper? Well, curiosity hasn't killed her yet...

So, let's have a look.

It reads: "Captain Brannon did not heed the witch woman's warnings, and now he is gone. I fear I shall not escape this place either for I dare not move. If you should find this note, poor traveler, do not repeat our mistakes. DO NOT DISTURB THE WATER!"

"Riiiight, there's not even any water, or witches around here. Whatever though."

She pockets the note and rifles through the pile of clothes for anything that looks useful. Morbid? Maybe! But no weirder than the stuff the robots brought her daily.

She doesn't find much, but this wasn't necessarily wasted. The belt had a pouch on it that contained a small folding knife, some matches, and a ball of twine.

The OTHER thing she notices is a bracelet, and she only noticed it because when her foot bumped it it started slowly rolling towards the edge of the stone path she's on. Left on its own, it's probably going to roll right off.

Well far be it for Kat to leave anything potentially useful behind. The knife, matches, and twine are picked up. And when she spots the bracelet, she'll jump after it, trying to grab at it.

Good thing she's got quick hands, yay!

"Gotcha!"

Good thing. Kat gained one (1) leather bracelet with metal decorations!

She also finds herself face to face with that perfectly still dark glass. There's something...odd about it. Glass isn't quite the right word.

"...Hell..."

It's water, isn't it?

The stillest water she's ever seen.

"Yep, screwwww that." She takes a careful step back and huffs, starting along the path again, a dazedly relieved look to her.

The path continues on uninterestingly for a while until she eventually comes upon a broken part of the path. There's maybe six or seven feet just missing, then it continues on. Just visible through the fog beyond the gap is a second door set in a massive cliff face.

"Whelp. Not like this game's giving me much choice. Guess I should just FIND A WAY TO CROSS THIS PIT HUH?" her voice rises in pitch, annoyed.

Still, she looks at the tools available. Bracelet? Okay, so maybe a hook? Matches? Sure, and a knife. And...she looks at the twine.

"Huh. Will this hold my weight...?" She starts testing it.

It seems like the room's large enough for a full-sized dragon. After getting over the initial bafflement (which she does quickly), she peers at the button and then the plaque. Then she begins jabbing the button rapidly just to see what happens.

Large enough, but kind of cramped, so it's a relief that the first time she presses it the walls and ceiling crumble (covering her in plaster dust) revealing a huge sprawling evergreen forest and overcast clouds overhead that are drizzling lightly.

The forest continues as far as the eye can see from this vantage point in every direction, save for what may be some kind of castle on the horizon to Qhaellizith's left. It's hard to tell from this distance, but certainly at least some large structure.

Wow! This sure is some impressive magic. At any rate, it's nice to be able to stretch her wings now. And stretch her wings she does, heading for the castle. After all, where there's civilization, there's opportunity!

As the dragon flies, the horizon isn't really that far away at all, but it still takes longer than she might expect to reach the structure. It was further than it looked, just really big.

The structure appears to indeed be a castle, a huge one, but (aside from being totally abandoned), there's something odd about it. The shape. The endless crenelations and towers form...the shape of a human, when viewed from above.

There is room to land in a courtyard in side.

Such a distance isn't a big deal for Qhaellizith, though she does find herself surprised at both the distance and the scale of the castle. And then she flies over it, and sees the shape of the castle. Really? Were humans really that vain that they'd build a castle in their own shape? (Nevermind that she wouldn't find it particularly vain if a dragon did the same.)

But it's an interesting enough castle for her to want to check it out! So she lands in the courtyard and then assumes human form to better explore it.

Well that's a little strange, isn't it? The trainer ponders the button for a brief minute. Then she goes over to a different wall and begins her stretches.

After forty minutes of exercise, she finally begins her cool down period. Satisfied, she returns her attention to the button and idly decides to press it.

With the sounds of massive gears turning, the walls and ceiling gracefully pull away, leaving the trainer on a small platform in an infinite black void. There is a path through the dark, but it curves downwards out of sight after only twenty or thirty feet.

Hm. Well, maybe she could run up and down them for a light exercise.

She begins down the stairs.

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