Fifteen Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[What do they say? Better late than never? The Once-ler has finally organised the giant pile of crap he stole during that virus mess and, unsurprisingly, is no closer in figuring out what belongs to whom. So, very reluctantly, he's opening his journal to dictate into it]

That uh...virus mess. That was insane, wasn't it? Anyway, I might have ever so slightly and accidentally stolen a lot of things, and given you people don't put name labels on any of your stuff (seriously, there are like two hundred people in this place you should learn to label) I don't know where this stuff belongs.

So, if you're missing some stuff, just come to the top of the Impetus Tower. Chances are it's here. I've even organised it so you can get your things and leave as soon as possible.

[He hasn't noticed the nutcrackers. They're just more stuff added to piles of other stuff. Maybe someone collects them? There are weird people in this castle after all. Regardless, he remains oblivious to both them and their power]

[[OOC: Open for planned or unplanned kisses, feel free to have had him steal something of your chars during the sins plot if you wish, 'cause chances are he did]]

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Dictated

[wilder]

[This one however? Totally spent all this morning trying to figure out what the new item was this year. Devious bastard]

You stole our stuff and now you're complaining that we didn't label it?

forever!

[whichwayyoulean]

[You go right to hell, Zelos]

It would have made giving it back easier. Then I wouldn't have to have people stomping about in my room.

[courageous_wit]

I could help clean it out since... erm, I sort of help add to it in the first place.

[whichwayyoulean]

Thank, Hermione. How're you feeling anyway? After the excessive reading thing?

Did you get eye strain?

[cyan_maid]

I don't think you took anything of mine. Nothing's missing.

I do think it's a good thing you're giving things back, though.

[whichwayyoulean]

One person I didn't steal from. Go me. My life of crime can be stopped yet.

Well, I don't want to keep them here. I've got no space for my things.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

...I think you have my hairbrush.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Oh darnit, he was trying to avoid you. For you, know...THE REST OF TIME. There's a distinctly awkward pause]

What does it look like? I have about billion hairbrushes here.

Dictated

[ninjainviolet]

So that's where they went!

["They"?]

forever!

[whichwayyoulean]

Can you be more specific? What's a 'they'?

[secondchances]

[Huh. Well... it's worth a shot.]

You wouldn't happen to have a lot of socks, would you?

[It's either him or the washer. Both are plausible.]

[whichwayyoulean]

[Looking at his sock pile]

A whole heap of them. A mass of socks, even. Or whatever the collective noun of sock is.

...A sockle of socks?

[heal_theworld]

[Martel has already shown up at the door and is knocking, for once, instead of you know, kicking it down.] Once-Ler?

[whichwayyoulean]

[Hey knocking is nice. You should do that more often. He'll open it, surprised by the knocking]

Hey, you managed to leave it on its hinges this time. Good for you.

[kalinda]

[Her stuff's been moved so far, and she's finally on her way out of this dumb castle! Now nothing weird will happen to her again... well, maybe not for a while. Who knows.

But when she hears an open invitation from her good friend, she can't help but stop by.]

So you're not just a hermit, you're a hoarder.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Kalinda that was an invite for people he stole from, shoo.

Except, you know. Don't shoo. You can stick around]

I'm just waiting to become a crazy cat guy now and the cycle will be complete.

Dictated

[thehangedrose]

[So, Once-ler. Chances are, in your piles and piles of stuff, there are probably a few...questionable items among them.]

[Like, fashion items.]

[Fashion items that look like they're the result of a recipe of a healthy dash of amount of abstract art with a sprinkle of really odd color schemes and a pinch of absolute madness.]

[Fashion items that are...JUST LOOK AT THIS WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD DESIGN SOMETHING LIKE THIS I MEAN REALLY.]

[And oh, speak of the devil, he's going to speak up over the journals:]

Um, yeah...I'm pretty sure you have some of my art projects, now that I think about it. I wonderred where they went...

I just come over and pick them up, right?

forever!

[whichwayyoulean]

[Yes. He has a lot of them. He very almost burned them for the sake of humanity.

...But then he realised they were probably Garry's and left them alone]

I'm not even a tiny bit surprised. And yeah, sure.

[And then we can go on avoiding one another and never speaking of THAT WEEK again]

Dictated

[wizard_redfive]

[Normally Dairine would be more annoyed about someone taking her stuff, but she already knew that he was infectet, so Oncey gets a free pass.]

Any chance you nabbed some books?

forever!

[whichwayyoulean]

[Good for him]

I have a whole heap of books.

They are the same exact height;; Dictated FOR NOW.

[wheatdos]

You... um... wouldn't happen to have a pair of... glasses... Would you?
Little rectangle things. N-nothing too fancy. Black. Has a little aperture logo on the side?

awww yeaaah

[whichwayyoulean]

Oh, hey Wheatley.

I think so. [Tummage rummage] Yeah, one pair of back glasses.

[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[Ashura had his own problems during the virus, and had not thought to check if anything had been taken due to the other sins. It might not do a harm to go up and check, considering he had quite a number of jeweled baubles.

And with the season now in swing, he had done his hair with a dual twist and loose. The twist was kept up with thin gold chains and pinned with a spring of hollyberries.

He knocked to gain Once-ler's attention, eyes gazing across the piles.]</sub>

My, this is quite the collection.

[whichwayyoulean]

[Good lord that a lot of fancy crap in your hair, dude. Not even Rapunzel does that and she has like...seventy feet of the stuff. He'll walk over]

Yeah, that's what you get when you live in a building with so many people, I guess.

action! B)

[circleoflife]

[So after having gotten in touch with Giotto and seeing this entry, Mufasa decided to make his long way up to the tower. He didn't particularly want to deal with this man, knowing what he had done, but he wasn't planning to spend the rest of his days in the castle borrowing journals from friends.

By the time he gets up to the top, he's a bit winded. Man, he was really getting old, and why the hell did this guy have to live so high up, anyway? After taking a moment to collect himself, he comes over to the door, straightens his posture, and brings up his paw, rapping twice with his ankle.]

aww yeaaaah forever

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler opens the door and squeaks, jumping back a good few feet. OH JESUS THE LION HE ALWAYS FORGETS ABOUT THE LION]

...Hi talking lion who apparently is not a figment of my imagination.

Twicey

[holycraponacracker]

Hey, sweetie. I think you've got my hair dryer. Mind if I come up and get it?

Penny

[whichwayyoulean]

[He's glancing over his pile of stuff and...YEP there it is]

Sure thing, Penny.