Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 5:16:33 GMT -7
The Time: There is no time here. The Place: a seemingly infinite field of white stretching out in every direction. In the center lies a small building, palatial in design, wider than it was tall or deep at thirty meters across. Flanking a door that will not open are two massive hourglasses filled with blue sand. The sand counts down the time of one year, and they will not break. The "Building" would be more considered a balcony were it above ground level, being entirely open to the air, its roof maintained by strong pillars. All facilities needed to survive are hear, as well as an impressive stock of food, nearly two years worth.
Temperatures fluctuate wildly and rapidly, from scorching hot to freezing cold. The air is denser and more difficult to breath, the gravity more intense than normal. The farther from the home base one travels, the more intense these factors become, being potentially deadly if one strays too far. Thousands of meters in the distance, massive glaciers can be seen clearly despite the separating space, hinting at their true scale and density. No normal human would be able to scale them, squashed by sheer gravity before reaching the inferno licking hungrily at their feet.
Another quirk of this place, only two may enter at any give time, no more. The door that cannot be opened swings on unseen hinges from the other side, allowing entry from a realm entirely unlike this. A woman clad in scarlet steps through, with mane of green. The door shuts behind her, and she studies her environment. Within the confines of the base conditions are close to the standard she is used to. Close, but not quite. It feels awkward.
She takes stock of the base inventory, as well as her own. Pantry, Bedrooms with wardrobes of replacement attire, bookshelves of training manuals, and what appear to be weapon racks conspicuously empty. There would be no replacing what was lost until she could leave.
Her own kit consisted of a lightweight sword and small forearm-mounted shield, protective leather gauntlets and greaves under her sleeves and stockings, a utility belt, and her cloak. In the belt were four shuriken and eight tracer needles, while hidden in the pockets of her cloak was a compass, a flashlight, some flint, a tracking device, and a high-tech set of goggles with anti-flash lenses and settings for nightvision, thermal, condition viewing, and substance location.
For now she would step just off the edge of the patio into the white infinite, just ten meters from the door. It was solid ground, with no give, but the difference caused her to physically stagger. It wasn't insurmountable, perhaps one and a half times the gravity she was used to, but it startled her to feel so suddenly. There was no gradual change, only an instant slap of pressure upon crossing the threshold.
This was not a place particularly well suited to relaxation.