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the once-ler

Thirteen Truffula Trees

[Well, that was an eventful trip, wasn't it? He'd actually been enjoying the world change right up to the point the fake Lorax showed up. Those words had hurt, even if a small part of him was always expecting them. So, the Once-ler is in his room (where else?) idly strumming out a guitar tune. He's not even sure he remembers where he's heard it from. Somewhere in the castle, probably. He continues to strum along as he dictates into the journal]

Okay, I have a question. Did anyone else see horrible illusions when the...whatever they were attacked us? Because I'm kind of wondering. How did they know what illusions to cast? You know, which ones would really get to us. Did they have files on us or did they just go play around in our heads and turn our own minds against us?

[He's not sure why it's important he knows that. It's not exactly going to make him feel any better, but still. That done, he has some filters to see to]

[Jane]

Your Utility Belt is all done. I would have got it done sooner if the castle hadn't decided to throw all those shenanigans at us.

[Phoebe]

Incoming, your ghosts are brining your birthday present. [It’s a scarf. Because it was something he was able to make on short notice, and hey, winter is coming so it’s practical too!]

[Kalinda]

[He’s been concerned about her, really. They haven’t properly talked since that...nightmare mess and he’s not sure if she even wants to see him again or not. Still, she’s been quiet- very quiet. He's trying not to think about those really not subtle at all hints his beloved friends decided to drop concerning her. Carefully:

...Hey.

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You really don't want to know?

No, no. I want to know. Carry on.

[LMFAO ONCE-LER. that's what she thought buddy B(]

... Well, because my family has a special skill that lets us get information from anyone we want.

[Good job in pretending not to care, Once]

...Has this got something to do with you being able to tell what the bouncy pig is thinking?

Actually, yeah, it does.

...This is going to make me worried and/or creeped out, isn't it?

I'm just saying that I'm very perceptive.

[and also she can read your mind and everything in it if she wanted to]

I don't like the way you said 'perceptive'.

Nope. Not one bit.

[It's mostly filled with inventions and bad song lyrics, not much to find there]

Well, that sounds like incentive to kick a bad habit, doesn't it?

No. That sounds like an incentive to get more locks for my door.

And maybe some lazers.

You say that like I have to be next to you or something to tell when you're lying.

And yet again, you're being creepy.

Well, come on. You already knew locks and stuff like that won't do anything.

But I thought locks would keep my mind safe.

That would be a different kind of lock.

Again, really, really creepy.

What, you've never heard of a mental block before?

Well, now I have.

Really? You've never had something happen where you didn't want to remember it so badly that you kind of blocked it out of your mind?

Oh, you mean repression.

Oh yeah, I've done a lot of that.

Yes, that's what I mean. That's a type of mental "lock", too.

I never thought of it as an actual lock before.

Well, think of it this way. Your mind is kind of like a house. There's stuff on the front lawn, and the way the outside of the house looks -- that's the stuff that you do, how you act, that people use to judge you for their first impression. Then, if you let people inside the house, there's still that common area where people can be without really invading your privacy. Then the more private stuff is like your bedroom. You don't let people in there unless you're really good friends.

And then you probably have like a chest with a lock under your bed with all your secret stuff in it that only you can see. Or a diary or something. That stuff is the hardest to get to, because it's behind a lot of doors and locks, like repression or shame or guilt or whatever.

And you know ways to make it so no one can ever see inside that little metal box...or diary...whatever. Not even people who can read minds?

[Or the castle. This goddamned castle]

It's more like I know how to get past all the stuff people try to do.

But there are ways to keep people like telepaths from reading your mind. A friend of mine has a necklace that's enchanted to block that kind of thing.

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