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 ]]

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[ensorceler]

[ She huffs a little, then realizes she's bunched her skirt up in her fists, and quickly smooths the fabric out while turning back around to stare at the giant creatures down below. At least this air is something familiar to her, but it brings little comfort in the wake of such an insane situation. ]

I am not...in danger. I would not fall. And if I were to...

[ Leaning over more, so precariously, and taking in a trembling breath before turning again and walking away from the cliffside, muttering offhandedly not even caring how crazy she must sound. ]

Worry not, I would not abandon the people so. There are still so many shirts to make.

[last_rat_standing]

[He watches like a hawk as she leans in... relieved when she turns. Wait... did she just say something about SHIRTS?]

Shirts, Ma'am? [He takes a step, intending to follow her before realizing she may not want him to]

1/2

[ensorceler]

[ She looks irritated now, like he should know or something. ]

Yes, of course. I am making shirts for the orphans of the recent tragedy. Should I halt simply because an animal might soon walk up to me and offer some wine?

[ensorceler]

[ But then the mental image gets her, and she laughs again. ]

At least they are not wearing shirts themselves!

[last_rat_standing]

[Well that... makes sense.... sort of]

How kind of you, Ma'am. [a beat] And yes, that is true. That would be ridiculous. [He does manage a smile at the thought of a giraffe wearing a shirt.]