Thirty Five Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler has been surviving the loss of the people he loves by burying himself into his work. By hiding away and ignoring everyone. Remaining in his nice, safe tower, away from the residents, away from everything.

But now he's standing in the hallway of floor five, staring at his new room. He knows it's his room, not only because he woke up in it, but because of that horrible, dreadful phrase in place of his name. He remembers that conversation only too well. It haunts him even now, after over a year of living in this place. Which way does a tree fall? The way it leans. Be careful which way you lean. The Once-ler hadn't been careful. And he'd fallen completely the wrong way, and taken everything else with him in the process.

He's already tried the tower, of course. It's empty, gutted, his safe haven completely wrenched away from him. He exhales, staring at that phrase again, his little UNLESSES already carving their way into the wood beside it, making matters worse. He knows one thing is clear, he can't stay here. Not like this. So, he picks up his journal, moving to sit just inside the doorway, his long legs curled up in front of him as he rests the book on his knees]

Anyone know if the town has any empty rooms right now?

Comments

[findatree]

Did you move, too?

[Dictated]

[cant_breathe_no_heir]

I believe there's empty rooms on the higher floors.

[He's been thinking about using one for storage.]

[bezazzled]

[Mabel, on the other hand, doesn't quite understand the weight of his situation when she pipes up.]

Aw come on. It can't be that bad.

[lucre]

In domo Patris mei mansiones multae.

[ But not everyone reads Latin. ]

In my Father's house are many rooms.

[the_effect_she_has]

Well, not sure how you feel about the woods ... but you can come and stay with me at the cabin.

[Because what the heck is going on at the Castle?]

[ensorceler]

I believe there is an inn, but I cannot vouch for the quality. I myself have been remaining with Mistress Cain and her gentle and giving friends, God bless them.

[fantasies]

[Henry looks at this page for a while.]

... Will you tell us your address, when you go?

[shortishandbossy]

[He's really not up for face-to-face conversation right now, and he's sure the Once-ler isn't either. He speaks quietly over the journal]

You planning on moving?

[whistles_the_blues]

Can't say I know of any off the top of my head.

...Let me guess, you don't like the view your new room has?