Oh dammit, a ten foot room?

[Dracos]

OOC: Bolt continues here

The detonation rocked the poor whale as it gave a tender scream, sinking under the suddenly dark red waves, blood flowing freely from the wound.  The world around him went grey suddenly, slowing down as suddenly he was in a multicolored room, ten by ten.  A simple ugly green creature was sitting in the corner, in front of some box as the rainbow hues of the walls moved around, emitting light from all directions rather disorientedly.

[CyMage]

Taking a couple quick looks at his outfit to see what he's wearing, and to see if there are any obvious exits, Bolt observed the creature and the box.  He gave it a couple minutes before deciding what to do next.

[Dracos]

There was an exit behind him, a simple metal door with a modern handle on it, the floor lights flashing about as he looked, putting everything in a weird rainbow hue.

The green (as far as he could tell) beastie stood about four feet tall, a rusty spear in his hand as he picked his nose.  "You know, I think at least you showing up is something new."

[CyMage]

"Glad to be of service.  Can you tell me where I am?"  Bolt made small sweeping motion with his hand indicating the room.  "Or what's outside that door?"

[Dracos]

"Nevu been outside the door.  Wouldn't know."  He sniffed, standing up tall.  "This is Ten Foot Disco.  Mah room."

[CyMage]

The lost explorer nodded sagaciously.  "It's well named.  Would you mind terribly if I let myself out?"  With that, he stepped towards the door, though keeping his right side and eyes towards the strange being.

[Dracos]

"No problem."  He remained standing in front of his box protectively as Bolt looked over the steel door.  It seemed strangely out of place with the hip color spectrum going all over the room, and had a handle.  It seemed to open outward, preventing just popping out the holders.

On the door was written:
"No Wall Staples"

[CyMage]

Taking hold of the handle, Bolt gave it a twist and a slight push.  As soon as the door started opening, he let go of the handle just in case. 

[Dracos]

The push revealed something unpleasant.  The door was locked!  He was stuck in here with green, boring, and nose picking.

Wait, was that creature really picking its nose?  Crude.

[CyMage]

Rolling his eyes at the door, Bolt turned back to the creature.  "Two questions for you.  Do you have the key for this door?  And do you know anything about a 'ribbon'?"

[Dracos]

"Ribbon?  What ribbon?  Snoz know lots of ribbons.  Don't know lots of keys though." The green thing continued picking its nose as it talked.

[CyMage]

'Forget the key for now.  Tell me of the ribbons.  Have you seen any special ones recently?'  Being able to deal with the door on his own later, information came first.

[Dracos]

"Well, my Mah had the prettiest blue ribbon she always kept.  Said she got it from an elf," He nodded.  "Does that help?"

[CyMage]

"Not too much unfortunately."  Bolt pointed at the box.  "There wouldn't happen to be any ribbons in there would there?"

[Dracos]

"Huh, it's my box.  Whadyawant with my box?"  He sounded all suspicious all of a sudden, standing defensively before the box.