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The Big Applesauce Moderators ([personal profile] applesaucemod) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream2015-03-31 06:55 pm

Between the Roots and Branches [Open to All]

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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.
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[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-04-02 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
It's funny the sort of things that'll calm folk down. Feeling encouraged by the two-legger's loosening up - and rather sympathetic regarding the lack of a proper forest in her life - Daine hops closer still, until she's just barely within arm's reach.

I haven't seen a forest as grand as this in the better part of a year, she admits, turning her head to admire the canopy. But it's not just a forest this one's missing, and she gives the woman a sharp look out of one beady eye. Don't you have any trees where you come from?
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[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-04-02 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Questions. Questions from a bird. It's more than unusually communicative for something distinctly avian, but inquisitive on top of it. This isn't a typical impulse for Mako's subconscious, and she's beginning to wonder where it may have stemmed from.

"I have spent most of my time in cities on the coast." She looks back at the bird, eyes dark and curious. "To travel inland to see preserves is a privilege."
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[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-04-03 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Daine preens for a moment, trying not to feel too dour about how close that sounds to the situation she's in, now. Forests like this one shouldn't be a privilege to see. They should be within an hour's walk. But all of America's properly wild places are out of her reach.

Sounds like Manhattan, she finally replies, lifting her head. But the realm I come from has forests like these all over the place.
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[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-04-03 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Manhattan. That's only a vaguely familiar name, familiar in the sense that it once had some kind of distant pertinence, long since lost in the pancultural shift to prowling coastlines and throwing up any protective means possible. Mako gives the woodland another dubious look. This doesn't look like 'Manhattan,' or at least not in the way she would visualize it. Cities do not tend to have quite so many trees.

"That sounds like a wonderful place," she admits. She wonders what it would be like to live inland, encircled in a protective layer of natural forests and the media cushion, the constant assurance that any danger was far, far away, and could never possibly cleave this far into the mainland.

"The coast can be beautiful." She contrasts the mental landscape, blue-tainted beaches and choppy gray waves, to this one, but finds somewhat mournfully that there is little comparison. "But not like this."
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[personal profile] wildmage_daine 2015-04-10 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
It is, Daine agrees, a little wistfully. She's growing used to New York - as much as she can, anyway - but homesickness has a way of sneaking up on her all sudden-like. She gives her feathers a little ruffle, then tilts her head at the woman. There's coastline there, as well, and it's very beautiful. And there are dolphins - have you ever met a dolphin before? Not that Daine's in any position to introduce the woman to one, but she can't help but be enthusiastic about dolphins.
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[personal profile] driftseeker 2015-04-10 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Met one," Mako repeats delicately, embarrassingly aware of the absurdity of dissecting the semantics of a bird in a forest she can't remember ever being in. It's an odd phrase to be applied to dolphins. Slowly, she shakes her head. "I do know what they are," she offers.