one truffula stump

[shortishandbossy]

[There isn't a giant, dramatic entry. Not a bang, not a crash. Lightning doesn't pierce the sky, wind doesn't gush through the trees. He's just... there.

Well. One minute he was there and then he was here and he can tell this isn't any kind of place he's been to before. The last place he'd been was smogged up and hacked to pieces. Nothing but stumps and glup and destruction. But here there's grass and fresh air and the sprout of something that resembles a truffula tree off to the side but that can't be right because there aren't anymore trees or he would have been back years ago.

He looks slowly to the left, then to the right. Glances up at the sky. Glances down at the ground. He spots the journal sitting there. How convenient. The Lorax pushes away his annoyance at thought of how many trees it might have taken to make this thing before beginning to hesitantly flip through it.]

...Hm.

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[whichwayyoulean]

[Sorry bestest best buddy in the whole wide world. The Once-ler is currently in the clinic trying not to have any feelings any more. But hey, at least he's got his journal, and he recognises that noise of discontent.

After all when you're followed by that noise of discontent for five years, it's hard to miss it. Unfortunately, he's had hallucinations of the Lorax for the past two days. He doesn't even know the sound is coming from the journal, he just sits back on his comfy bed and closes his eyes]

You're just being rude now. You're supposed to have left with the creepy ship.

[shortishandbossy]

[On the list of things The Lorax was expecting, hearing his voice was at the bottom. He takes a few steps away from the journal and eyes it curiously. This is definitely not how it works.

The mention of a ship makes him raise a furry eyebrow. Nope, he's not going to ask about it. He doesn't even know if he should talk to him at all. What if it messes up the timeline? Or his future fate? But the nickname is out of his mouth before he can stop himself]

...Kid?

[whichwayyoulean]

[No, this was wrong, why was he STILL here? He should have gone. He briefly considers asking anyone else if their hallucinations are still around, but given the way they're walking around like ghosts, he doubts it's a great idea.

Still, he's at least pinpointed where the voice is coming from. His journal now, huh? Great. Just great]

No. It's Pipsqueak. I just learned how to speak English and grew several feet.

[shortishandbossy]

[Yeah, that's definitely him. He'd never admit it, but he was a little relieved to know that the kid was alright. But two can play the sarcasm game. Or they could, if he was actually in the mood. He's not sure what he's feeling. Certainly not ecstatic to speak to the guy who cut down all of his trees. But he isn't angry, either. He never really was]

Beanpole. [His tone is grumpy and serious as ever. You'd better tell him what's goin' on buddy]

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[the_marli_tharn]

[She'd been keeping to her burrow ever since waking up on the giant man-thing on the grounds, but eventually her stomach protests and she's up for silflay.]

[This strange, orange creature, though, has her curious. He almost looked like a homba, or possibly a badger? So for the moment she's keeping out of sight and swiveling her ears attentively in his direction.]

forever uvu

[shortishandbossy]

[The thing about The Lorax is that, well, his entire purpose centered around watching over the trees. And the wildlife. He can tell there's something, or someone nearby, but he doesn't plan on calling them out anytime soon.

For now he just sits and paws through the journal, feigning ignorance]

:3

[the_marli_tharn]

[He certainly doesn't smell like a homba.]

[He's got one of those man-things with him - a journal?, they'd called it? - and he at least looks like he know how to use it. Even if he is a homba, he's certainly not like the ones she's familiar with.]

[She steps out carefully, tipping her nose into the wind to catch a better sense.]

[shortishandbossy]

[He turns his head towards her, trying to seem inconspicuous. Oh, it's just a rabbit. He didn't know what he was expecting, really. surely not a barbaloot or swamee swan. He turns back to the journal.]

[protosshaze]

Hm?

[shortishandbossy]

[two can play at this]

Hm?

[protosshaze]

Hm!! [oh good lord they're going to be doing this forever]

[shortishandbossy]

What?

Dictated

[cyan_maid]

[Tired and sad and Not In A Happy Place she may be, there is something to be said of insistent curiosity.]

...I certainly did not expect anyone to say anything with such brevity so soon.

forever!

[shortishandbossy]

[so many human-like voices. Ugh, humans. As if The Once-ler wasn't enough already]

Why, did I miss somethin' important?

[cyan_maid]

[Hey now, not all humans are bad. Some can be very life-friendly.]

It's not that it was important. It was more...terrible. But yes, you did just miss it, and that is very fortunate.

[wolf_of_war]

[Bladewolf was awake now. He only really needed a few hours of rest to recharge his internal battery, and wasn't really in the mood to deal with all of the apologies he was going to have to issue for beating people over the head with one of his several knives, so that they would stop being crazy, so he's out on the grounds today, on the pretense of finding a neutral site for Code Blair, when he comes across the short, furry dude and his journal.]

Hm.

['Sup Lorax, have a large, rather beat-up looking robo-wolf looking you over with curiosity. He's not nearly as vicious as his appearance would suggest.]

[shortishandbossy]

[whoa what is that IT'S NOT NATURE-LIKE IN ANY WAY. The Lorax hops away from the thing, giving it a look-over.]

Hm.

[wolf_of_war]

[Sensing no threat from the little furry thing, Bladewolf sits down, still looking it over. He cocks his head to the side of a very dog-like expression, his tail waving back and forth.]

Hm.

If you possess a journal, you must be a resident of Paradisa, though my records indicate that an individual of your description has never been seen before. Welcome. My name is Bladewolf.

[lightbranded]

Hullo?

[The brevity of this was enough to make Will curious. Who was this?]

[shortishandbossy]

[Oh gosh more humans. The Lorax gives a sigh before answering.]

Hey.

[lightbranded]

[If Will could have known that thought, he would have been amused. For he could not quite be called human.]

Are you new? I do not think I have heard your voice before.

written // gomen for slow omg,,

[mom_ler]

[She's been staring thoughtfully (angrily) out of a window for a while when the orange fleck all the way down on the grass catches her attention. She stares at it for a little while and her eyes get narrower and then she slyly pulls out her journal and rests it on the sill.

...And just holds the pen over it. Some ink drips onto the page while she's thinking. If the journals could transfer disapproving frowns, you would be being stabbed in the heart with one.]

MOUSTACHE.

dictated shhh it's fine u v u

[shortishandbossy]

[He squints down at the journal. Did someone address his name or just the fact that he has one?]

Uh.

written

[mom_ler]

And here I thought I'd seen the last of you.

[The writing is curly. She dots it with a flower, for good measure.]

Stay away from my son.

Sorry this is late!

[rose_of_battle]

[Sheena's in the midst of waiting her turn to be examined and scouring the journal for entries and notes from anyone and everyone, when that sound comes through. She jerks slightly and waits, but there's nothing else.]

Ummm, are you trying to sing?