the second (action/dictated)

[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

dictated

[the_storyteller]

Yes, and I would not have chosen that if I did not desperately need to stay hidden.

dictated 1/2

[amiable]

Stay hidden?

dictated

[amiable]

A criminal?!

dictated

[the_storyteller]

That depends upon whom you ask.

dictated

[amiable]

He's a criminal!

dictated

[the_storyteller]

Now, now, do not go worrying yourself about that! I mean no harm!

dictated

[amiable]

What did you do back home?

dictated

[the_storyteller]

I was and still am the king of the gypsies! And, of course, being a gypsy was not looked so highly upon by certain men in positions of power.

dictated 1/2

[amiable]

Gypsy? [ You'll have to forgive her history here. :( ] They're people who wander from place to place, right?

[ She doesn't see anything so sinister about that. ]

dictated

[amiable]

He said king, too...

Re: dictated

[the_storyteller]

Indeed! We do not stay in one place forever, and we tend to operate outside of the jurisdiction of the city.

dictated

[amiable]

How come you never settle down in one place?