Monday Afternoon Fun: The Box

By | July 12, 2010

Upon returning home at the end of the night, your character finds… a box before his or her door.  It’s rather common-looking, as boxes go — a simple wooden crate, about two feet on a side.  There are no markings telling its point of origin, but your name’s stamped in big, block letters right on top.  It’s closed with a simple brass hasp.  No one appears to be around that witnessed its delivery.

As you peer at it, something shifts inside:  just the faintest sound of movement, then all is still again.

What do you do?

((Just a little bit of tomfoolery for you to pass the time.

The rules, such as they are!

1.  Anyone can play along.
2.  If you have six million alts, please have mercy on me and pick one.

3.  If your character doesn’t have an apartment, that’s fine!  The box can be wherever it is they go to settle down for the night — if they sleep in a tree, it’s at the trunk of the tree.  If they’re planning on drinking the night away in a bar, that’s okay, too — if they get up to order another round or use the facilities, the box is on or beside their chair when they return.
4.  I’m kicking this off late in the day, which means my responses might get waylayed by commuting and dinner, but never fear, I’ll be peeking.
5.  Have fun!))


Itanya Blade on July 12, 2010 at 5:39 pm.

“It moved.” Dorri glared at the offending box. All she had wanted to do was get out of her armor, get cleaned up and go downstairs for dinner and burnwine. The paladin definitely did not want to deal with a strange box.

“It’s got your name on it.” Keltyr pointed out as he nudged it with a foot. He opened the door to their room and stepped over the crate. “Maybe you have a secret admirer.

“It moved.” She repeated again, sulking. She knew what that meant. Something was alive in there. Which meant some foul little creature was inside.

Kel walked back past the door in nothing but a pair of linen pants. Damn him, he had probably just left his armor on a chair. “You should open it.”

She glowered at him but, as usual, he took little notice. “I’m not going to open it. It could get out and get who knows what all over the sheets.” The blood elf glared at the offending box.

“Could be a baby murloc.” Her lover gurgled just like one of those disgusting little creatures. Her skin crawled at the thought of it.

“DAMN YOU!” She through one of her gauntlets at him but Keltyr was quick to move. She heard a large crash. “Dammit, dammit, dammit!”

“You’re going to make us late for dinner if you make any more messes.” Keltyr’s fake petulant look did not even come close to hiding the snarky smooth arrogant grin on his face. She was going to murder him. As she stepped over the box and through the doorway to get to him, he did not look at all concerned.

falconesse on July 12, 2010 at 9:15 pm.

Thump. Thump. Thumpthump.

“Psst. Hey. Hey lady. Hey.”

Sarai on July 13, 2010 at 6:23 pm.

“You open it.”

Pitch quirked an eyebrow at Lark. “It’s got your name on it.”

“Well, still…” She nudged it with her toe, and the box, or rather whatever was in it, thumped in response. “What do you think is in there?” she asked him as she squinted at it.

Pitch shrugged. “Something alive, obviously. Other than that… who knows?”

They both stared at the box, as if expecting it to come alive and start chomping everything in sight. Finally Pitch brightened. “Hey, what if we get Shaur to open it?”

Lark eyed him incredulously. “You don’t know what’s in there, and you’re okay with letting poor Shaur risk herself just because you’re scared?”

Pitch snorted. “I’m not scared. Besides, it’s got your name on it and -you- won’t open it either.”

Lark grunted noncommittally and returned to eyeing the box. Another minute passed, during which the whatever-it-was inside squeaked and thumped a few more times.

Lark turned back to Pitch. “Do you know where she is?”

Mecherdon on July 13, 2010 at 6:54 pm.

Kinda new at this writing so bear with me… ;)

Looking at the box he pondered “Who knew I was here?” Glancing around nervously he wondered what it could possibly be. His time in the wars had taught him to be cautious about unmarked or unwanted packages. He thought back to the plague and how that started with a seemingly inconspicuous package of grain, bringing it inside his mountain side cabin as to not have anyone else disturb it. He set to creating a fire for the cold night ahead. After a few glasses of wine he finally nudged the crate to see if it would move again. A quite peculiar flume of fire came from the middle of the crate. “Engineering” he muttered to himself, but what would do that in response to a nudge. Mecherdon leaned down curiosity getting the best of him. He slowly opening the box to reveal a ruby hatchling staring back at him with green eyes filled with curiously. “I wonder who sent you.” He said to the ruby hatchling with a grin.

Mishaweha on July 16, 2010 at 11:45 am.

And here’s my response (at the END of the week, haha):

Fox on July 26, 2010 at 8:09 am.

I think I won the prize for “latest entry”: