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

[courageous_wit]

[Hermione walks over to one of the boarded up windows. She doesn't know what to say, or what she should do. She feels a little lost without her books, and she's guessing her magic doesn't work either. But they're away from the toxins so that's a start]

[whichwayyoulean]

[It certainly won't. As the Lorax said, it doesn't WORK that way. The Once-ler sets to trying to block the door, to keep the smog out]

If it makes you feel any better, people vanish out of this place pretty soon after getting here.

[courageous_wit]

I'm going to vanish? [that does not make her feel better, Once-ler]

[whichwayyoulean]

Uh huh. I think it's the end of...whatever this is for you. It's happened to everyone who's shown up here. [It makes HIM feel better. It means she won't end up with poisoned, ruined lungs]

[courageous_wit]

... I suppose now I'll find out where Vanished objects go.

[she smiles a little sadly, and just like that she's gone]

[whichwayyoulean]

[He sighs once she's gone, leaving him alone again]

Guess you will.