Who wants to go home?

[paradisamods]

[It's been a long and busy past few days, and the giraffes of Terre Haute can sense the uneasiness among the weary travelers. Though some may not quite grasp why, others have a better sense of what's going on.

The three most vocal giraffes approach the group, who seems eager to depart. It seems they have a parting gift for the group, as well as a rather generous offer.]


[RAFFLE'S GIFT | BARRY'S OFFER | RAFFY'S SEND OFF | THE RIDE HOME]

Comments

[theabjectauthor]

Perhaps if we went about it from a different angle.... [he thinks for a moment, watching the giraffes, then plays the chord progression again and gives it another go]

Long yellow legs, in the tall green grass
You carry us home, which is more than we asked
This journey was long, and thus, so is my song
Of your knobby and long yellow legs....

As we reflect, we have questions to ponder:
Of creatures and towers and visions of wonder
But myself, I still think, it's not easy to drink
Or make juice with your long yellow legs...

[he stops].... Too abstract?

[whichwayyoulean]

[The Once-ler blinks]

I think we were doing okay up until the tower part.

/threadjacks

[heal_theworld]

[After hearing them, Martel decides to put in her own two gald into this conversation/song writing.]

On our way home in a giraffe-drawn cart
From the fair village of Terre Haute
It was quite kind of them to give us a ride
Even if they were snotty and rather snide~

[Martel plays a few notes on her panpipes to accompany this.]

[theabjectauthor]

Hmmm.... Well, the theme is rather staunchly in place.... Do you really think we should leave out the tower? I suppose we should decide if it is an epic, all-encompassing sort of song, or simply about Tue giraffes.

[he looks at Once. this is your song, sir, and it is your call]

[whichwayyoulean]

Hey not bad, Martel. [He'll give her the verbal equivalent of a 'you tried' sticker]

And the giraffes are really just the setting. The song is actually a gift for someone and she'll probably be put out if I don't make at least some of it about her.

[heal_theworld]

[Sorry, she doesn't speak Seussian like you do, Once.]

...Did she go on the expedition?

[IS IT INO?]

/have another threadjack!

[quadro_dent]

[Sunny may not be able to help with the lyrics but she quietly taps on Mr. Snicket's accordion case, humming softly as she listens to the conversation going on around her]

[theabjectauthor]

Indeed, if she came along with us, perhaps something extolling the virtues she displayed while enduring everything we have experienced might be in order.

[he idly reaches down and pulls a block of wood from the giraffes' construction site out of his bag for Sunny. see, he thought of everything]

[whichwayyoulean]

Oh no, she's back home. Do any of you know Lucrezia Borgia?

[No wait, that's too distracting]

You gave the baby a piece of wood.

[heal_theworld]

[Okay not Ino.] I met her a few times before, but that was a while ago.

[She blinks at the wood block.] ...To chew on?

[quadro_dent]

[She grins at Martel and Once-ler, showing off her four very sharp teeth]

Shark. [Which clearly means "Yes, I do like to bite things that are hard. It's much more enjoyable than biting a soft toy." With that she starts chewing on the block]

[theabjectauthor]

What Sunny means is, "Yes, I like biting hard things, as it is far more entertaining to me". I am, of course, paraphrasing. [he smiles] ... Tell me more about your friend, though. Perhaps between the three of us, we can compose something she would enjoy.