With a Ding

"Ding!" chimed the box, as if answering Jeremy's question.

Lev jumped a little then grinned like a madman, giddy at the interaction. The wooden pointer on the top spun in a circle as a slip of paper protruded from a small slit in the box. "Spooky." He said, plucking the card from the box and reading it aloud, "Either read the cards out loud or you will be ****. Either draw when pointed to until the end or let the game draw for you. Either make a decision or one will be made for you." As he finished, the card puffed into smoke in his hand. "Holllleee shieeet!" Said Lev, sticking out his tongue. "This is a pleasant surprise."

"What sort of voodoo shit did you get us into Lev?" Selena asked, taking a sip of her whisky and leaning back against the couch.

"Whatever do you mean, love?" Asked Lev, like a trickster. "Voodoo isn't really my style. This seems more eldritch horror."

"Well, what elder God did you procure this contraption from?"

He motioned the box about, balancing it in one hand. Claire followed it warily as she was caught between their verbal sparring. "What if I told you I procured this from a mysterious pawn shop. The following day it disappeared when I went to return this..." His eyebrows waggled teasingly.

"I'd call you a liar." She jabbed, crossing her netted legs.

This time Lev took a swig of his drink, fire in his eyes, nodding to Jeremy as he savored the taste. "To tell you the truth, I can't tell you where I got this from. I have no memory of it entering my possession." The group held on Lev's words, curious, but he held up a hand. "All I have is a selfie of me holding the box as it spits out a card. You see, I have used this box before, but my memory of the occasion has been wiped from my mind."

"What the fuck, seriously!?" Dillon fronted with his usual machismo. "What even is it?"

Lev shrugged, "Who knows? One thing I do know is that it could wipe my memory...." He paused, milking the moment. "So, this item is a genuine item of power, a magical memento of some unknown origin. It has the capacity for things beyond your mind's eye. And you are now locked into this game of intrigue with me, fellow travelers." He grinned giddily, a darkness in his eyes. A few in the group rolled their eyes, the guys grinned like it was a challenge, but Claire knew there was more behind the darkness in Lev. She also knew that this box would be trouble.

"Ding!" The box chimed again.

"It's for you O' Host of Hosts." Lev pointed the box towards Jeremy as he plucked the card from its container and read.

"Ehhhem." Jeremy cleared his throat setting his whiskey down. "Either your eyes can inflict suggestibility when stared into or your muscles grow much larger."