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?

[courageous_wit]

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

[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.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

...I think you have my hairbrush.

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.

Dictated

[ninjainviolet]

So that's where they went!

["They"?]

[whichwayyoulean]

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

Did you get eye strain?

[courageous_wit]

I did get a bit cross-eyed, and decided I need a long break.

[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.

[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.

forever!

[whichwayyoulean]

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

[wilder]

[YOU FIRST]

Yeah. Because that's the problem here.

[a dramatic sigh]

But fiiine, I guess I can bother to come up there and relieve you of safekeeping my stuff.

[now excuse him as he writes a quick filter to Ino telling her to get ready for OPERATION WOO :3 ]

[whichwayyoulean]

I'd say we learned our lesson, but it only made worse what we already are, really. So I guess we won't.

[Gosh such a barrel of sunshine today]

[cyan_maid]

Well I didn't mean it quite like that, but if you want to look at it that way then go right ahead.

Even if you had, I wouldn't be mad that you took anything. We weren't quite ourselves.

[ftssusstgsetfwe]

[Yeaaaaah, this whole thing is one big awkward mess. But she really needs that hairbrush, for obvious reasons.

Besides, she figures they have to talk some time.]

It's pink.

[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]

It's the problem as far as I'm concerned.

Oh good, come take your...wow, everything. That's what you get for being a bird, man. I should fix a better security system up in your room.

[ninjainviolet]

Some of my art supplies.

[Parchment, ink, brushes. Sumi-e art supplies.]

[wilder]

And that says a lot.

[footsteps as he starts heading that way, talking in the journal as he goes]

Please, I don't need a security system.

[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?

[ino]

[okay, while they're bitching at each other, she's just going to sneak in silently through a window to put a nutcracker in a dark corner over here where once-ler won't see it right away

... and then hide outside the window so she can watch this go down because LMAO]

[secondchances]

I'm missing what feels to be like a sockle of socks. It's getting freakin' cold, too.

Guess I'll... be up in a bit, then.

[whichwayyoulean]

No, you see Jane, that was the problem. I was exactly like myself. I was more myself than I've ever been here.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He doesn't notice. One day he will learn to realise when she's been in his room and messed with his stuff. Today is not that day, he'll be busy focusing on bitching at Zelos]

Yes, you do. What happens the next time you're an animal of some kind and someone not me steals your stuff?

[whichwayyoulean]

[They sure can't avoid each other forever, however much he likes to think he can]

...That narrows it down to about twenty.