Terre Haute

[paradisamods]

[Today, our intrepid explorers have finally made it to Terre Haute. It’s mostly grassland, and on the outskirts small spotted lions, about the size of leopards prowl around. They seem to be more interested in the strange antelope running around than in any people, however. Towards the edge, lies a cliff face, looking out to sea, on occasion giant whales can be seen breaching the water.

Of the weird thing they came to look for, in the distance is a cylindrical shape, lying on its side. But between them and it is a strange village. One made up of excessively tall wooden huts, all of which have electric lights, turned on, though how they’re creating such power is a mystery, they are still very much inside the dead zone.

The residents of this off little village are wandering around, going about their buisess. The residents being a group of bemused looking giraffes. Perhaps you will even see some familiar non-giraffe faces milling about.

Welcome to Terre Haute]

[[GRASSLANDS AND CLIFFS | TOWN SQUARE | JUICE BAR | DANCE HALL | THE ESCALATOR | MIRROR CONTROL ROOM ]]

Comments

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine, being the nosy curious kid she is, enters the room with no small amount of wonder. What unusual machinery is this?]

Wow...

[paradisamods]

[They're still hitting their buttons, doing their thing, busy giraffes]

It is very impressive isn't it?

[wizard_redfive]

[It probably says something about her life that Dairine isn't the least bit weirded out that the giraffe is talking to her.]

Yes, it is. How does it work?

[paradisamods]

[Buttons get pressed, reflections change, rinse, lather, repeat]

That, I am afraid, is top secret information!

[wizard_redfive]

[Frowns slightly. But she wants to knoooow!!!]

Top secret? Is this a government operation then?

[paradisamods]

[The giraffe frowns a little]

I am sure they would like that. But no, this is a entirely giraffe-run operation.

[wizard_redfive]

I see. [Indeed, she can see there are only giraffes. It's... pretty obvious.] Keeping things local?

[Then something occurs to her.]

...Wait, does that mean there's actually a government around here?

[paradisamods]

Oh no, our mirror work is vital for the entirety of Nostos.

[His voice drops to a whisper] Shhhh. They listen everywhere.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine's mind is buzzing with questions. She half wonders if he's pulling her leg, but if it's true.]

Vital in what way?

[Oh right. Whispering.] How? This is the dead zone. How could they be listening way out here?

[paradisamods]

That it strictly on a need to know basis.

[Yes, good. Whisper. Feed into their paranoia] They have ways. Oh, they always have ways.

[wizard_redfive]

Oh? How much need is required?

How very Big Brother of them. Or maybe Big Sister... Have they always been around?

[paradisamods]

Being a giraffe is a good start!

Of course!

[wizard_redfive]

[Side eyeing him]

So in other words it's "in group" information only.

Then why hasn't anyone seen them?

[paradisamods]

For the giraffes, yes.

...I'm sure others have seen them.

[wizard_redfive]

[Tch. How annoying.

Oh well, just keep him talking. Maybe he'll drop something useful.]

Have you seen them?

[paradisamods]

I am always busy with my mirror duties.

[wizard_redfive]

I'm sure you are, but you could have seen them in the mirrors.

[paradisamods]

Don't be silly, they don't have mirrors.

[wizard_redfive]

Mmm... I wonder why that could be.

[A pointed look at the mirrors. Hint, hint.]