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.

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[peacefulexplorer]

Muscles locked in terrified stiffness, Daniel has very little wherewithal to do anything but screw his eyes shut and try not to think of the pitiless drop beneath him. Maybe he'll wake up if the branch truly breaks. Maybe he won't have to actually endure the absolute horror of the entire lengthy fall.

He almost latches onto the branch out of instinct, the only remotely solid anchor in his life right now, when he's seized and lifted and spilled onto the mercifully solid wooden floor in breathless heap.

For a long minute he splays there, unable to articulate much between the wordless panting, until he rolls onto his side and levers himself up on one elbow to give his rescuer a cautious look.

"Er." His eyes need a couple moments of rapid blinking and head-shaking to readjust. "Thanks."