Between the Roots and Branches [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

Don't worry, dreamers of Manhattan. There will be no humiliating episodes of sudden-onset-clumsiness tonight - at least, nothing more severe than what you might experience naturally. Your physical and mental faculties will be left perfectly intact. What a treat! And what luck, because if you do lose your footing, it's a long way down to the forest floor.

But hey, who wants to be on the boring old ground when there are so many wonderful treehouses to explore? There are dozens of them spread throughout the surrounding forest, connected by a series of bridges and catwalks (some, admittedly, a bit more stable than others). It's easy to forget - or fail to notice - that there really is no easy or conventional way down to the ground when you're surrounded by such splendor.

The houses' styles range from charming and rustic to modern and sleek, with many falling somewhere in between. There are viewing platforms for bird-watching or simply taking in the scenery (trees, mostly, though if you venture high enough, you'll be treated the sight of the forest canopy stretched across a valley far below). But the insides of the treehouses are comfortably furnished to varying degrees as well, so there's no need to immerse yourself in nature if you'd really rather not. Some are complete houses in their own right, with all the amenities of a Manhattan apartment and then some.

Go for a climb, or kick back and relax. The only enemies you'll find here are other dreamers... and, potentially, gravity.

Comments

[howverydareyou]

"H-HELLO?" Lemongrab twists his lemony head in a decidedly non-Euclidean fashion to peer at the strange dogchild who has summoned his attention. "YES? DOWN IS GOOD, DOWN WOULD BE ACCEPTABLE. I DO NOT LIKE BEING HERE THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING FOR MEEEEEEEE"

his voice ratchets into more of an uncomfortable rasping scream than actually syllables.

[peacefulexplorer]

Daniel winces. He'd been hoping the reassurance would balance out to some kind of reduction in volume. Apparently not. So it is - living, then. A living, loud, yellow person of some sort. With an impressive set of lungs and an atypically flexible neck muscles.

All right.

"Okay," he says evenly. "Let's figure this out. Do you know how to climb?"

[howverydareyou]

"HHHHRHRRURURUGHHGOHGHUUHGHHHGHHH" (etc)

That is all Mr. Jackson is going to get in terms of a vocal response. There is also a great deal of bending unnaturally backwards and noodle arm flailing, if that helps.

[peacefulexplorer]

That's - that's not an answer.

Unless it is?

Daniel can't be sure what kind of communication this person is going for, but it's definitely not coherent. If it's their native tongue, he has, quite simply, no idea where to begin.

"Okay," he says again, no less evenly but with a certain level of strain that was not there previously. "I'm gonna climb up after you and we'll work from there. Okay?"

Granted, he's no great fan of heights, but he's also been given a nice distraction from his nagging fear of them, so maybe that all feeds into itself nicely.