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]

The press then? Because my PA people schedule all of that for me. You want to get an interview? You'll have to go through them first.

[He gestures towards the roads again]

So now we're done here, you can go.

[kalinda]

Not quite that, either.

[She'll tilt her head in the slightest.] Come on. Why not talk? Clearly you're not too busy to talk to stragglers around your place.

[whichwayyoulean]

I'm only talking to you right now because you're in the way of my axe hackers. [He nods over at the machines, standing there, waiting to move forward, to take away that little grove of Truffulas]

Who are you then? That you actually want to sit and talk to me?

[kalinda]

Hey, if I get dismembered, it's my own fault. [There's s shrug and the faint shadow of something that is supposed to be a grin, but... she'll withhold that in order to come off on the more serious side.]

I'm... someone you used to know. I honestly don't expect you to remember or be concerned by any means, it's just-- interesting to see how far you've come.

[whichwayyoulean]

The Once-ler tilts his head to one side. Before his advancement, he'd remember people fairly well, but now? She honestly could be anyone]

Were you from Greenville? [A pause] This isn't about the development there, is it? Because it's advancing, it's making it better. It'll be a utopia by the time it's done.

[kalinda]

[Wow, it's nearly impossible to lie at this point. And right when she needs it, too. Damn loss. Maybe she'll just pick apart what in his half of the conversation she'll actually be able to comment on without blurting out "no, I'm from Chicago" or "I have no idea how I got here" or "wow that outfit looks damn sharp on you even if it does look like a tribute to St. Patrick's day"...

Oh right, a response.]

I don't doubt it. Looks like you have more than effective technology at your disposal.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He'll have it known his suit is the most glorious of things and all the ladies love it. Okay so he hasn't managed to snag any ladies with it yet but that's besides the point]

...That didn't actually answer my question. Are you going to cause me any trouble? Or can I keep working?