And the wind smells slow and sour when it blows

[whichwayyoulean]

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 ]]

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

None? Why would I be planting any? [That just crazy, silly little girl]

[wizard_redfive]

[Judgmental stare.]

Are you kidding me? So you don't run out of trees! [He can't be THAT dumb, can he?]

[whichwayyoulean]

[He smiles and patronisingly pats the top of her head]

Awww, don't worry, we'll never run out of trees.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine ducks and glares up at him. Dude, she's THIRTEEN. That's not young enough for head patting!]

Yes, you will. And soon, if you keep up the rate you're chopping them down.

[whichwayyoulean]

Oh, please, there's miles of forest out there. It'll be fine.

[wizard_redfive]

But how long will those miles last?

[whichwayyoulean]

[He rolls his eyes, heading off towards his axe hacker again]

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.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine scowls. If this wasn't a dream, she would keep pressing. It was her job to protect life, even if trees weren't her speciality. But as it is, there's not much she can do to change someone else's dreamscape if they're hellbent on keeping it.]

Fine. Just one piece of advice before I go:

Plant some trees. You're going to regret it if you don't.

[whichwayyoulean]

Yeah yeah. I'll get right on that, calm down. [He'll be starting up that machines now, WHIRRING AXES GO]

[wizard_redfive]

Oh yes. Just look at you getting right to it.

[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.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He's not listening any more, just going back to destroying the ecosystem bit by bit]

[wizard_redfive]

[That's fine. Dairine isn't paying attention either. One step and she disappears, slipping back into the fabric between dreams. Hopefully, the next one will be better.

Not likely.]