Redsand Canyon *This Thread Topic BLEEPED OUT For Your Safety*

Nynka hauled the small metal box up to the top of an only slightly tippy flat red rock. Like toppings on ice cream in reverse, the numerous red spires carried a frosty layer of snowflakes and ice that muted their usual strange rusty hues. The weasel hadn't spent much time here, but thought it might be a good place to try carrying the whatchacallit with her today. Nynka had noticed the small strange device she'd acquired seemed to feed on sunlight, growing faint and despondent when it went too long without absorbing its regular doses of Vitamin D; while she would have preferred to keep the thing secluded more safely underground, given its shrill demands it was a lot better if it got to go on regular field trips (else it would never be any fun at all, really). Sadistic though Nynka might sometimes be she didn't want her little toy to die. Especially since it seemed like it would make such a wastefully unpromising meal.

Having breakfasted on an unwary vole, as noon approached Nynka dragged the shiny box across the wintry landscape and shoved it securely into the snow atop her chosen rock. It took a few impatient minutes of regular poking and prodding before the lazy thing woke up, at which point it started beep-beep-bloop!ing in complaint every time Nynka thrust a claw in its direction. She grinned and with brisk purpose hit it a few more times—BLEEPschreepityEEP!—and then turned her beady black eyes expectantly outward to rove across the landscape as her whiskers gave a twitch. Previously the little bleepy-box had shown itself to be capable of summoning strange beasts; Nynka waited to see what magics it might try to perform on this particular day. Mastering its ins and outs would doubtless require some further experimentation on her part but at least it was always interesting to see what sort of mood it was in and what creatures it would call when she took it out for a walk.