the second (action/dictated)

Apr. 16th, 2012 08:27 pm
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[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."]
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the first

Mar. 25th, 2012 09:59 pm
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[Paradisa is not the most colorful place. The inside is particularly drab; the exterior of the castle, too, leaves quite a lot to be desired. Everything is so very monotone.

And Clopin isn't going to stand for that.

Of course, he isn't entirely sure where he is, and in his search for answers to that question, he's been perusing the journal he found amidst his very few personal belongings. It's been quite informative--particularly on the matter of wishes being granted.

So, shortly after coming to Paradisa against his will and finding it bland and certainly not prepared to his liking for the grand arrival of a gypsy king, he has decided to take this matter into his own hands... beginning with the main entrance to the castle. He's standing outside, barking orders.]

Castle! Drapery--purple and gold, perhaps--please!

[And the castle delivers. In a pile on the ground in front of him, rather than hanging above the entrance as he'd been hoping.]

So funny, so funny, Castle! You are a kidder, aren't you?

[Oh, well. He starts throwing the drapes around on the ground instead. Much less dignified, but they'll be a nice place to practice a few cartwheels when he's finished, anyhow.]
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