Thirty One Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler hasn't heard from his mother in a while. This is nothing new, really. She only ever comes to him if she wanted something, it's always been that way, and he doubts she'd ever change, magical castle notwithstanding. But he hasn't heard from her since that dinosaur mess, and eventually, his love for her overwhelms his common sense and desire not to get his heart kicked in, as it always inevitably does. He heads off to her room, finding the nameplate gone.

Well. That was that. She'd left him. Again. Quietly this time, with no harsh words to bite into his memory as she drives away into the smog. Just a door without a name on it. He doubts he'll ever see her again, and he feels guilty for finding some relief in that thought. He exhales, opening his journal. He doesn't even know what to say at first, he doesn't even know if she even HAD any friends here]

For anyone who cares, my mom. [Pause] Flora her name's Flora. Look, I don't know if anyone knew her or not- but she's gone. Back home. So there you go.

[He'll just go try to find somewhere to brood where his friends won't find him now]

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[whichwayyoulean]

[He wants to ask how but he bites his tongue. No, it's good she had a friend here]

She probably wouldn't have listened to you.

[yay_heiress]

Not many people do. Huh.

It's a shame, since I'm so awesome at fashion. She was... well. Almost there.

[whichwayyoulean]

She's not exactly a people person.

Aaaaand she would have probably have been deeply insulted by that.

[yay_heiress]

And that's why I decided to keep that to myself. Most people can't accept it, and in a place like this? I don't really need any enemies.

[whichwayyoulean]

You really don't, man. The castle is a big enough enemy by itself.

[yay_heiress]

Literally!
It's bigger than my mansion in LA!

[whichwayyoulean]

I....didn't mean literally.

[yay_heiress]

Either way, it's still true, isn't it?

[whichwayyoulean]

...Well, yeah. I guess it is.

In a really obvious way.

[yay_heiress]

['Obvious' is the best way for London to understand things.]

So, are you sad that your mom's gone? You seem kinda sad, but kinda not.

[whichwayyoulean]

That's because I am kinda sad, kinda not.

It's...complicated.

[yay_heiress]

I think I get it. You're glad that she gets to go home, but you still miss her, right?

[whichwayyoulean]

[Not exactly, but Once doesn't really want to get into the story of his mother with London, so:]

Yeah, something like that.

[yay_heiress]

[Ignorance is bliss.]

See? I understand it perfectly!

[whichwayyoulean]

[It truly is]

...Yeah, you sure do.

[yay_heiress]

How come you're spreading the word? Hoping to get some dirt on her?

[whichwayyoulean]

No, I just wanted people to know, in case anyone actually cared.

It's what you do.

[yay_heiress]

Oh. Well, I guess that's nice of you. I guess there aren't any magazines or tabloids here to do that for you, huh?

[whichwayyoulean]

There's Mark's weekly broadcast, I guess. That's about as close to news as we get.

[yay_heiress]

*gasp!*

I used to do a weekly broadcast back home too! It was called:

Yay Me!
Starring London Tipton!

[whichwayyoulean]

[...]

Wow, really. That-

Well that's special. Get a lot of listeners?

[yay_heiress]

Uh-huh!

It was a web show, so people could actually look at how pretty I am!

[whichwayyoulean]

Ohhhhh like the castlenet thing, right?

[yay_heiress]

I guess. Except it was on the internet.

Castlenet... I like that! I wish they called it that where I'm from!

[whichwayyoulean]

Well, unless you live in a castle, chances are they won't.