Twenty Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[So, today the Once-ler is dictating into his journal with far more cheer than he usually displays. Even more strangely, he's not doing it from his room, rather, he's sitting in the lobby, tuning his guitar]

So, have you guys ever experienced massive gaps in your memory? Is that a thing that happens here? Because I woke up to all these boards over my windows and a dark and miserable room, and noooo idea how that happened. Seriously, it was like someone died in there. There's also this really weird suit in my closet. It's pretty fancy guys, but where would I even wear a thing like that?

So, Zelos what the heck happened last night? My memory's kinda fuzzy after going into Insolitus. Is that what Insolitus does? Just gives you some weird selective amnesia? I think I vaguely remember you and the weird accent guy chanting something about spring?

[There are a couple more twangs on the guitar]

Anyway, that weirdness aside, I was thinking of checking out the town today. Maybe this time I can get a buyer, you know? I'm pretty sure I've got the right jingle this time.

[[ooc:Stupidity induced loss start!]]

action, dictated.

[bronwe]

[ By all rights, Frodo should be mad about what happened, but the consequence is amusing and he has never been one for grudges. He surprisingly has a good voice, though singing ridiculous verses are usually reserved for the younger hobbits.

At least now he has an entirely legit excuse to do it! ]

There were two men, two drunk merry men
who took and offered us for a boon;
that winter may end and spring come early,
but the gift fell short and the castle made surly
so now I must sing my words in tune!

[ He can be found sitting by a kitchen counter with legs dangling off the floor. A mug of ale in front of him and seeming rather perky. ]

fourteenth snare

[fanstheflame]

[with Ino and Allen gone on their trip to Lastlook, Gale's feeling vaguely lost about what to do with his time. today finds him sitting at the kitchen table of Casa de Guts, with a blank sheet of paper spread out in front of him and his open journal off to the side]

Has anyone here ever built anything outside the castle grounds? I mean ... building-wise. I'm thinking we need some renovations here at the house, and ... I'm trying to figure out where to start. We're a little low on space, and I kinda want to fix that.

[he taps his pencil against the page in thought, then takes a sip of the coffee that's cooling at his elbow] I mean - I've built some things before, back home in Panem, but ... they weren't anything fit for people to actually live in. I could get some books on how to do it, cut the trees, saw the boards myself. I'm not against working for what I want to do. But if there's a fair, quicker way to do it, it might be a little better.

[with that, he'll just start sketching ideas - a crude plan of the house as it stands now, first, and then little concepts for add-ons or changes to the current space.

off to one side there's a doodle of a crooked-on-purpose little building that he labels "CAT SHED".]

[Lastlook Expeditioners Filter]

Hey, how's it going out there?

[/Expeditioners]

[Ino]

Hey, beautiful.

[/Ino]

Hunt 16 ~ [Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

[Being locked up doesn't suit Daryl Dixon at all. The second the castle let him out, he's headed straight for Carol's room. Raising his hand to knock, he realises that the name plate is gone. He instantly wrenches the door open and bursts inside. His journal falls from his pocket...

... And the next thing you'll hear is the crash of something wooden breaking.]

Shit! No, no... fuck this place!

[Then silence for a few moments. Minutes. Maybe longer.]

Carol Peletier is gone.