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[the_storyteller]

[Clopin's journal has flipped open, likely due to the wind blowing its pages, and he can be overheard repeating the same wish, over and over again, into the air.]

I wish for a treehouse!

[The second time, it's a bit more testy.]

I wish for a treehouse!

[Maybe asking in rapid succession will help!]

I wish for a treehouse! I wish for a treehouse! I wish for a treehouse! I wish for a treehouse!

[Either the castle isn't down with this (possibly because he's been abusing the wish-granting ever since his arrival), or maybe he's too far out in the woods to do much about it anymore--whatever the reason, he's not getting what he's asking for. With an irritated little huff, he flops down in the grass next to his journal, notices it's open, and leans over to talk into it.]

The castle is not listening. Would anyone like to help me build a treehouse?

[And by "help me," he very likely means "build it for me."]

Comments

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[cricketycricket]

[after his earlier conversation with Legato, this sort of levity sounds like just what Five needs. he smiles] A treehouse? I haven't done that sort of thing in ages - I might be persuaded to help.

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[the_storyteller]

And what might it take to persuade you, my good man?

dictated until ... he gets there, ff

[cricketycricket]

Oh, not a terrible lot! The promise of good company, perhaps a cup of tea ... and of course, the assurance that I wouldn't be going it alone.

ditto~

[the_storyteller]

Ah, but of course, I would never expect you to do all the work yourself!

[He well definitely stand on the ground and give you directions!]

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[fistfullofmagic]

[Normally Dhaos wouldn't start a conversation with just anyone, but this request sounds peculiar enough to him that his curiosity gets the better of him.]

...You wish to build a house in a tree?

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[the_storyteller]

Yes I do! I find my room inside the castle to be far too cramped.

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[fistfullofmagic]

I wouldn't know. I cannot locate mine.

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[the_storyteller]

You are likely far better for it.

[waterproofed]

My friend Sora had a treehouse here. It was sweet.

[the_storyteller]

Does it still exist somewhere?

[waterproofed]

Uhh, maybe. But it wasn't like an actual treehouse, it was a game room in the tower he called the Treehouse.

[the_storyteller]

Well that isn't the same at all.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Did you ask very nicely?

[Cuz that didn't sound like nice asking and they always said to ask real nice when you wanted something.]

[the_storyteller]

Do you suppose that would make a difference?

[A pause, then--]

Might I please have a treehouse?

[Still nothing.]

I do not think it worked.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Ooooo, you made it angry~

[the_storyteller]

Do you really suppose a castle can be angry?

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[amiable]

What do you need a treehouse for?

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[the_storyteller]

To live in, of course!

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[amiable]

But you have a whole room in the castle.

[fly_little_bird]

[Her voice is soft as she dictates]

You want a house in the tree? But... why would you want to damage the tree to build a house in it?

[the_storyteller]

Ah, nononono! I do not intend to do harm to the tree!

[fly_little_bird]

You don't? Oh... okay. I've never heard of someone putting a house in a tree, before.

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[waterbends]

Like a house. In a tree?

[ Spoken in a tone that sort of suggests she's wondering why would you even do that. ]

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[the_storyteller]

Yes! Indeed! It is a concept which fascinates me and which I would like to partake of!

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[waterbends]

[ Jet basically had a whole camp up in the trees. Maybe a single house isn't so weird. ]

Well, just be careful! One fall could do a lot of damage.