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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THE GLASSLANDS AND CLIFFS

[paradisamods]

[Want to take a look at those animals? Go right ahead]

TOWN SQUARE

[paradisamods]

[In the centre of the town stands a giant wooden sculpture of a tree, the plaque underneath stating this is Stuart, the honourable founder of Terre Haute. A few young giraffes seem to be having a marble tournament nearby]

JUICE BAR

[paradisamods]

[There’s a very tall tiki hut, where one giraffe seems to be busy mixing delicious fruit juices. Pineapple, boysenberry, mango-lemon in particular seem to be hot favourites]

DANCE HALL

[paradisamods]

[Inside another wooden building, giraffes are dancing. It probably looks as strange as it sounds. They’re taking this business very seriously however. There is no smiling or laughing. Dancing is not a thing of merriment here, it seems]

THE ESCALATOR

[paradisamods]

[A little ways off, some giraffe engineers (you can tell that they’re engineers by their little grey work hats) are working on a wooden contraption that looks like a giant escalator. It already reaches several stories high]

MIRROR CONTROL ROOM

[paradisamods]

[Another wooden room, this one filled with mirrors. Various people look into them, from all over Paradisa. Some might even recognise a castle resident or two. The giraffes are hitting switches in front of the mirrors, changing what the reflection shows. Someone with long flowing hair is now bald, someone is suddenly holding an ice cream cone when they know for a fact they’re not actually holding one]

[assassino]

[Ezio is quite baffled. This little village, and animals everywhere... but who lives here? He dismounts his horse, looking about in surprised.]

Have the people all fled?

[kindnessing]

[ A tween in a horrible maroon v-neck and a pair of workout slacks sits on a bench off to the side of the juice bar, sipping cautiously at green juice from a glass.

Most importantly, he absolutely does not look like a crazy giraffe, although he's getting there. Once he sees people trickling into the city - not just the two or three acquaintances he's seen over the last few days, a cascade of people - he freezes stock still. ]

Am I... Seeing things?

[not_mafia]

Wh-what the heck? It feels like I've been dropped in Africa!

[wilder]

[Zelos is also among the baffled walking around an exploring, until he comes sight of this room. ]

Whoa. What are you guys up to in here?

[paradisamods]

[One of the giraffes turns to him]

Greetings, visitor! We are busy controlling the mirrors. It's an important job, you know. Mirror control. We have to share it with the Irish]

[wolfchild]

[ Arya has to keep a tight warning grip on Nymeria as she watches them work. She is quiet apart from the occasional shushing. The direwolf ignores her, watching the giraffes like she's not quite sure what to make of them yet. ]

[youfallback]

[One of those familiar faces is moving across the square when she hears the rabble of the expeditioners. Carolina pauses and turns, frowning, her gaze severe. She's currently wearing a black undersuit, with curtains made into a makeshift tunic and and trousers. At the back of her neck is a metal implant slot, skin mottled and raised around it.]

[secondchances]

[Steph is also quite baffled! Anyway, she approached him for a reason. A very specific one.]

You. [Points at him.] Stay away from those. [Points at the lions.]

[wilder]

[Oh hey it talks! That makes things easier.]

[The Irish? Is that another group out here? Gah...]

Oh really? That sounds impressive!

So...What does the mirror controls do exactly?

[assassino]

[He gives Stephanie an even more confused look. Where does she get off telling him what to do?]

Why?

[assassino]

[Stepping up beside her and leaning to whisper in her ear.]

I imagine they'd taste interesting as a roast, don't you think?

[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd is trying to figure out how the giraffes do all of this with hooves. He missed the MLP plot, okay.]

[secondchances]

Because they'll probably eat you, if not spill your insides everywhere. And I know you. Leave them alone.

[save_the_souls]

[The moment Allen saw those lions outside the village, Allen decided he needed to be awaaay from that part of the expedition. So he's found his way into the juice bar where- wow they are making drinks. But at least the juices look kinda delicious...]

I didn't know giraffes drank juice...

[wolfchild]

What's that on your neck?

[ The question comes from a girl that looks smaller still next to her 5' tall shadow. Nymeria explores as much as she can without abandoning Arya's side. ]

[paradisamods]

It is impressive. It keeps everything running, you might even say.

[Then, in the same tone one would use to explain to a small child that 'this pan of boiling hot water will scald your face forever'] They change reflections.

[assassino]

[You're only giving him ideas!]

So you are saying it would be manly to fell a beast like that.

[secondchances]

[Steph stands at the doorway.]

This is officially the strangest thing I have ever seen.

[youfallback]

[Carolina's gaze doesn't lighten despite the difference in height or as she clamps a hand over the implant slot on the back of her neck.]

Military property.

[But the nagging feeling in her gut pushes a question out,] Where did all of you come from?