Rarr means I love you in Draconic --- OC RP Blog

The pair of staircases wind around for only a little while before coming to the bottom - barnacle-encrusted engravings saying such things as “Art” and “Science” adorning the walls with accompanying artwork in the same style as the artwork on the door. At the bottom, A large, metal sphere was floating upon an opening to, what one could only assume was, the ocean below. Here, some water must have come in from outside, for the water was a half-foot above the floor where it did not appear that was a design choice made on purpose. A couple of things might puzzle the visitor here. The first being that this mechanical sphere was in much better repair than anything else he had seen so far, to the point where he might make the assumption that it was brand new despite the matching theme and design to the dilapidated building he was in. Another point of confusion would be the bioluminescent anemones that were seemingly placed around the opening to the metal sphere, lighting up this lower space. Anemones typically grow in clusters, and what was even stranger was that these were almost evenly spaced apart to provide the best light for the immediate vicinity. The mechanical sphere hummed slightly - the whirring of gears and buzzing of energy easily heard for such sensitive ears - and the interior had definitely seen better days. In the very center of the back of this object was a lever, that looked like it had been tampered with recently.

Driv’s gaze drifts this way and that as he descends the stairs, looking over the different displays. It doesn’t take too much wondering at their purpose, but as to why all of this is out here is still quite the mystery.This almost seemed like an introductory area for some sort of community or palace, but to have it out in the middle of the ocean?

He hesitates before stepping into the water that covers the lower room, but eventually he does enter, taking in the sights, though his eyes find the large metal sphere more than anything else. The difference in its condition, as compared to the rest of this place, was a suspect as it is interesting, but he had a feeling that, of anything here, it was most likely to lead to real answers.

He cautiously strides to the opening in the sphere and peers inside, taking in the state of the interior before his eyes fall upon the lever. There his eyes linger, his head tilting slightly in consideration. More cautious minds may have thought to not pull such a lever without first finding a clue as to its purpose, but for Driv, the only consideration towards such things is “is there a reason not to?” and “do I have an escape if pulling it turns out badly?”