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

[paradisamods]

[Because the giraffes are awesome, that's why. One turns from his work to smile]

Though some very clever giraffe technology, of course! It's top secret, we can't have others coming and stealing our mirror image secrets now, can we?

[wolfchild]

Mirror secrets?

[ Oh no. No. If there is one mention of friendship, she will slit the creature's throat. Lengthwise. ]

/just uses this icon forever

[theabjectauthor]

[relax, Arya. Friendship is magic. This appears to be science]. I suppose I can understand a need for trade secrecy.... But what is the purpose? What does this ultimately achieve, other than confusion over cold dairy confections and one's follicular quotient?

[paradisamods]

We also make people change colour and outfits. It has many components to the mirror work.

[That is not answering your question at all, nope]

[wolfchild]

[ …she doesn't understand what either of you said ]

Why?

[theabjectauthor]

But there's no outward purpose. Is this simply some elaborate pastime?

[he moves closer, trying to get a better look at the controls]

... Isn't that --

[but the reflection changes before he can tell who it might have been]

[paradisamods]

It is important for us! It's not just a pastime!

[He goes back to his buttons]

Honestly, you people.

[theabjectauthor]

Yes, but sir, you must understand, we are new to this area, and do not understand your customs. I am not attempting to be either ignorant nor rude in terms of your giraffean culture when I ask you, most respectfully: why is it important?

[wolfchild]

[ Arya walks over to the panel to see the buttons. What if she presses one? What if—okay she's going to press one. ]

[paradisamods]

You cannot have access to that information, for you are not a gir-HEY!

[Arya you are getting PICKED UP!]

I shant have any button pressing, you are not authorised for such things. You must face our punishment.

[He pulls a fake moustache out of...somewhere and puts it on her face. RIGHT ON HER FACE]

For shame, young lady!

[theabjectauthor]

[what just happened, seriously. Lemony stares at it all as though it's progressing in horrible slow motion: Arya's nimble approach - oh she's going to get herself killed, no, no - the Giraffe hoisting her aloft - yes see this is terrible what can he even do against a Giraffe, the answer is NOTHING, except perhaps to kick its ankles, and that is barely helpful let alone heroic - and then the subsequent scolding and the mustachioed tableau which follows and is currently laid out before him.

it takes him a surprisingly short amount of time to recover. nanoseconds, even.]

Shame?! Shame?! It is you, sir, who should be ashamed of yourself, exhibiting such bigotry and intolerance in the presence of a young woman, and a very capable one, at that! Not to mention that you are being a terribly poor ambassador of your culture at the moment! [he bends down to take the moustache off Arya, gently. HOW VERY DARE YOU GIRAFFE.]

I should have to have some very strong words with your Better Business Bureau about how this establishment treats visitors.

[wolfchild]

[ what just happened

no really. she needs a minute to process. ]

[paradisamods]

[The giraffe is clearly not impressed with this outburst. Lemony YOU CROSSED A LINE. Suddenly, he pulls out TWO moustaches, one for each of them.

BAM. MORE MOUSTACHES FOR YOU]

You have come into our scared space and defiled our laws! For that, you must wear the moustaches. The extra sticky ones, too.

[He points to the door with a hoof]

Off you go. To let others see your heinous crime!

[theabjectauthor]

[Lemony's moustache twitches in a falsified yet no less genuine display of disgust]

Come, Arya, let us take our grievances where they will be heard. With a slight layover for soap and water.

GOOD DAY, SIR.

[wolfchild]

[ Okay. She wil follow. But first she's grabbing that first mustache and sticking it on the giraffe's butt.

]

[paradisamods]

[The giraffe glares at the little girlchild. Before slowly raising a hoof to his eyes, then equally slowly pointing at her, as she leaves.

THIS IS NOT THE LAST YOU WILL CROSS PATHS WITH BARRY THE GIRAFFE]