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- character: asmodia antarion,
- character: daine sarrasri,
- character: eliot waugh,
- character: greta baker,
- character: iman asadi,
- character: johnny truant,
- character: peeta mellark,
- character: rashad durant,
- character: sunshine,
- character: the balladeer,
- dropped: daniel jackson,
- dropped: jay merrick,
- dropped: mako mori,
- dropped: seth,
- dropped: tara maclay,
- dropped: tim wright,
- party post,
- retired: bee,
- retired: melanie,
- retired: peter vincent,
- retired: yuri kostoglodov
Between the Roots and Branches [Open to All]

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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Peter gapes at the thing perched above him, wide eyes taking in the weird goat legs, the darkly furred face, the horns, the entirely too many teeth. He's half expecting it to leap down and -- what, bite him? -- and when it merely drops a crapton of acorns on his head it would be a relief if it didn't hurt so much...and threaten to shake his grip on the tree.
"FUCK YOU!" he squawks, ducking his head, shutting his eyes, and wrapping both arms tight around the trunk as acorns bounce painfully off his head and shoulders.
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It is a noisy talky thing, isn't it?
Little glowing eyes watch it in suspicious curiosity, ready to flee should it make any hostile movements.
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Slowly, very slowly, he leans away from it, never letting go of the tree.
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He makes some jolty movements, as if he's about to run and dart any minute. Seeing how it'll twitch. Seeing if it'll bolt.
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He bares his teeth at it like a cornered rat. "Fuck you!" he snaps, panic lacing his voice. He's pretty sure it's going to kill him and there isn't anything he can do about it. He stamps a foot on the boards, then preemptively flinches away from the attack he's sure it will incite.
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But he can't resist kicking a nice, thick branch free from its trunk to send it crashing down after.
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He doesn't know if it's coming back, but he's not going to pass up his chance to get out of here. Peter shuffles as quickly as he can toward the board ladder only to be clocked on the shoulder by a falling branch. "Fucker!" he spits, looking up -- but it's not coming back down, not that he can see, and he makes his decision and starts the perilous climb down toward the rope bridge.
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