The Once-ler (
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paradisalogs2012-10-05 04:34 pm
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And the wind smells slow and sour when it blows
Who: The Once-ler and YOU!
What: Nightmares
When: Friday
Where: HIS MIND
Rating: Uh PG/PG13.
[You'd be forgiven for thinking you've entered a pleasant dream, rather than a horrific nightmare here. You've arrived in Truffula Valley, a peaceful, wonderful place that almost puts Paradisa's created beauty to shame. Forest creatures are scurrying about, singing and playing and generally going about their business.
The sky is bright blue, the sun is shining and the waters of the nearby river and pond are crystal clear. And most importantly there are miles upon miles upon miles of Truffula trees. For anyone the Once-ler described these trees to, he wasn't kidding. The touch of their tufts really is softer than silk and that comforting, wonderful smell? Fresh butterfly milk baby.
Nothing good lasts forever, and there's a general unease about the place. A disjointed sort of feel, like someone's putting on a play and you've already been told everyone dies at the end]
[[ooc: Sections: Pretty Valley | Dying Valley | Dead Valley ]]
What: Nightmares
When: Friday
Where: HIS MIND
Rating: Uh PG/PG13.
[You'd be forgiven for thinking you've entered a pleasant dream, rather than a horrific nightmare here. You've arrived in Truffula Valley, a peaceful, wonderful place that almost puts Paradisa's created beauty to shame. Forest creatures are scurrying about, singing and playing and generally going about their business.
The sky is bright blue, the sun is shining and the waters of the nearby river and pond are crystal clear. And most importantly there are miles upon miles upon miles of Truffula trees. For anyone the Once-ler described these trees to, he wasn't kidding. The touch of their tufts really is softer than silk and that comforting, wonderful smell? Fresh butterfly milk baby.
Nothing good lasts forever, and there's a general unease about the place. A disjointed sort of feel, like someone's putting on a play and you've already been told everyone dies at the end]
[[ooc: Sections: Pretty Valley | Dying Valley | Dead Valley ]]
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[One per Thneed. Wow, she takes back Truffulas being a good material, that return rate SUCKS.] ...And how are you continuing your supply?
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[The worst kind, the Once-ler doesn't seem all that concerned, giving a shrug] There's plenty, there's a whole forest out there, and it's not like we're cutting down the saplings. [Yet]
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But how many are you planting?
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Are you kidding me? So you don't run out of trees! [He can't be THAT dumb, can he?]
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Awww, don't worry, we'll never run out of trees.
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Yes, you will. And soon, if you keep up the rate you're chopping them down.
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This conversation is going around in circles, and I'm a busy guy.
It's nothing to worry about, everything is fine. Now get the heck outta my forest.
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Fine. Just one piece of advice before I go:
Plant some trees. You're going to regret it if you don't.
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[But there's not much bite to the sarcasm. Dairine gives Once-ler an indecipherably sad look before turning away.]
Well, then. I'll be off. I'd rather not hear the trees [scream] anymore.
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Not likely.]