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

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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.

dictated

[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.

dictated

[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?

[waterproofed]

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

[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.]

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!]

dictated

[the_storyteller]

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

[the_storyteller]

Does it still exist somewhere?

[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.

dictated

[fistfullofmagic]

I wouldn't know. I cannot locate mine.

dictated

[the_storyteller]

You are likely far better for it.

dictated;

[amiable]

What do you need a treehouse for?

dictated

[the_storyteller]

To live in, of course!

dictated

[amiable]

But you have a whole room in the castle.

dictated

[the_storyteller]

I do not care for living indoors if I can help it!

dictated

[amiable]

[ She still sounds confused. ]

Where did you live before?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Ooooo, you made it angry~

[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?

[waterproofed]

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

[cricketycricket]

[this proves to be an interesting venture, for sure....] … Well, then, let's not waste daylight! Where might I find you?

no longer dictated

[fistfullofmagic]

I'd like to find a pillow at least.

[The voice wasn't from the journal this time. No, now it's coming from behind Clopin. Dhaos isn't quite sure how he got there either.]

[the_storyteller]

I am just on the edge of the forest--you will see me, I assure you!

[Because he will be the one wishing up piles of wood and nails and probably also turning cartwheels or something while he waits.]

[the_storyteller]

Well!

[He spins around to face Dhaos and flings an arm around his shoulders.]

You certainly arrived here quickly!

[the_storyteller]

Well that isn't the same at all.