paradisa | Nine Truffula Trees

[The journal can pick up a lot of clanging and banging today, why? Because the Once-ler’s got his inventing groove on. York asked for a duplicate of his wagon-cottage-mahome and well, he’s happy to deliver. After all, it’s something he can do inside the safe confines of his room...with the the ‘mahome’ part at least. The rest? Well that may require leaving his safe haven, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices for science. He also appears to be singing while he works]

♫ We could while away the hours
Da da de da le da dedo
There would be lots and lots of flowers
And you could sit on a gazebo ♫

...It still doesn’t sound right.

[Not noticing his journal was open for that, he wanders over to his drawing board where it’s popped up to dictate into it]

Okay. Opinion time. When you're camping out, what's more important to you:
A: Having a working shower
or
B: Having a skylight

Send your answers via journal to 'Gosh what is that handsome devil making now?' Reply within five hours and get a free Whatsamahoozit.

[The Doctor]
...This filter could go wrong in about ten million ways but that’s what you get for having an un-unique name.

Someone mentioned you had some scrap metal laying around your TARDIS. You using it for anything?

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Goodie. I'll sleep better tonight knowing that.

Are all your friends classified as 'interesting?' Rather you guys than me.

Edited 2012-08-13 19:48 (UTC)

Well, they couldn't. And if we can figure out how to make stuff work out there too then we'll have even more of an advantage.

I wouldn't be friends with them if they weren't interesting~

Get ahead of the game, I get it.

You must never have boring parties.

Right! But they have a pretty big advantage right now since most of them have been here a couple decades.

[she laughs] Most of the people I know aren't exactly the party type. They're more the "sit at home and brood" kind.

You can be trapped here for that long?

Well, you've probably guessed I'm a firm advocate for that type of person.

Well, yeah. I mean, I'm already at the half a decade mark. [that is really depressing to say ...]

I guessed that, yeah, but I wasn't sure. [teasing, lmfao ... ]

Really? [And now he's doing some mental math] How old are you? [That's not something you ask a woman Once-ler, stop it]

I'm so subtle about it after all.

[LMAO NO IT ISN'T. but she isn't old enough to really care, and actually, she prefers him asking rather than assuming based on her appearance! so that just gets a laugh] I'm twenty-one.

Not obvious at all, nope.

Really? Well, I'd of never guess that. [Wow he sounds relieved. At least they're not COMPLETELY HORRIBLY INAPPROPRIATE JAILBAIT feelings now]

I like to keep people guessing.

Worried that I was too young for you to think I was cute, huh? [JOKING .... ]

Well, you're doing a good job.

[He is so glad you can't see how much he's blushing now. Sgdhgfhjd INO] W-what? Nooo. Nothing like that. [It was exactly like that]

Then I'll keep doing what I do.