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bakerstreet2018-08-14 07:37 pm
torine) wrote in bakerstreet2018-08-14 07:37 pm
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Treehouse Meme
Your character is now the owner of a bitchin' treehouse! Give a quick description and/or a link to an image of what it's like. How many people can it hold? Does it just have the bare necessities, or is it decked out in enough gadgets to make Tony Stark proud? Invite your friends, or visit others. Feel free to age down characters for kid shenanigans.
Need a scenario?
PARTY!: You're throwing a wild party in your brand-new treehouse. Anything from a pizza party to a wild kegger.
SECRET CLUB!: You're having a secret meeting, and it's invitation only. You need to know the password to get in. No Homers Allowed. What sort of club is it? Or maybe you want to break in on someone else's meeting. It's not fair that they won't let you in!
INVASION!: Another treehouse group is plotting a takeover! You better defend yourselves, or get ready to take over that lousy club next door.
SLEEPOVER! Get into your sleeping bag, gather 'round a lantern to swap scary stories. Or maybe you want to cuddle up to that special someone on a cool fall night.
BUILDING! Your treehouse is still a work in progress. What are you adding to it? Maybe someone can come along to hinder help get it ready.
ALONE TIME! You're hiding in your treehouse, minding your own business and totally not reading dirty magazines, when someone crashes in on your fun.
WILDCARD! Whatever else you can think of!
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Like he's alone in everywhere.
After a moment, he proves the tree man's words: he doesn't frighten easy. Which is why he nods. ]
Okay. But... maybe we should go back to the treehouse. So we can keep the notebook safe while we're doing, er, whatever it is.
[ He feels like it needs saying, though, which is why he looks up at the tree man. ]
I trust you.
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[If I can. I only did this with Abby and that was- personal? In a way that has to be different from that. That grove of trees...
The parliament Alec Holland. This sense of being alone? You are never alone. Your parliament is with you and this boy is of interest to us...
We will help you...we are with you.
His grip tightens slightly as he leads him back to the tree house.]
The green...wants to meet you.
[In moments like these he's not Alec Holland. Scientist who'd kill time at the movies, eating popcorn before flirting with Linda and the cashier. He's not even the swamp thing.
One day he'll be able to deliver these messages at his own pace, have a deep understanding of the green. For now he is in the grip of something older. A voice of the planet itself.
Once they're upstairs he sits, crosslegged, and holds out his hands.]
Give me your hands, Clark Kent of Kansas. No harm will come to you.
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He puts the notebook back where it'd been taken from, where he'll take it from again when they're done. Then he walks over to where the tree man is sitting and reaches out for his hands. ]
Don't worry. I'm not scared.
[ But, just before he touches- ]
Afterwards, can you tell me your name?
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He struggles, floundering - he wants to say yes now but when he opens his eyes they glow.]
He will. He is our avatar, Clark Kent of Smallville Kansas. The corn speaks of your kindness. It tells us stories. Stories of a boy of a different green and a different red. There is no fear here.
[Alec wants to shout yes there is. because it's the green and the deeper he goes, the longer he is this, the more he suspects there are terrible things swimming in it. That it's hunger for survival. He makes a private vow that he will save this child, rip it all down if he must, if the green tries to take him, to make him like him, to-
The moment Clark touches the swamp thing's hands however he'll be somewhere else, somewhere within himself, a swimming swirling vortex of glowing green energy and stars.
Few people have been here before. One, Abigail Arcane, is not here now but she has touched this place. And another...
The forest grove shifts. It wavers. It dissolves and melts...into a corn field. The place is vibrant, filled with life, glowing gold and green.]
...clark...clark...clark...
[Go forward? Go back? Your choice.]
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Whatever this is, whatever his new friend is doing for him, he's not afraid of him or of what might come. His friend said he was a protector, and he believes him with the strength of the child he still very much is. Clark believes that the tree man will take care of him, saw it somewhat when the men came with guns.
He's a little worried about them, about those men, hopes someone comes to help them since they're probably knocked out at the very least. He makes a little note to make sure to call someone or check on them when he heads home.
But once they touch, once he's pulled in, everything is different. He's here, in the corn, like he's at home, and everything is golden and bright. He lets his face tilt up to the warm and the gold, lets the tips of the grasses and the corn plants move against his fingertips, against his arms, feels the solid ground beneath his feet. This is the farthest thing from 'scared' he can be. This feels like home.
When he hears his name, that's when he opens his eyes and starts looking around to see where it's coming from. He won't even hesitate- he goes forward to follow it. ]
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Healthy, relatively mature.
[the man pauses.]
Hmm. Maybe not. I'd tell your dad to rotate out the north field in another half a year if he doesn't want an aphid problem unless...
[He digs his hands into the soil and gestures for Clark to copy him.]
Here. Feel the roots. Feel how shallow they are? You can't be shallow. You're like the corn. Strong. Nurturing. You can help a lot of people but you've got to put down roots and be willing to do so.
[The man pauses.]
Corn is native to American soil. You know where it's not native? Europe. The word Maize is Spanish, but it comes from the indigenous Taino word for plant. Mahiz. The Mahiz went to Europe but it's never ...really grown well.
You're like corn in Europe. The soil will reject you. Don't let it do that.
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I'll tell him. About the field.
[ Things can get a little hand-to-mouth on the farm sometimes; they might not have the kind of medical bills that a boy his age could produce, but they made up for it with accidental fires and breakages and all the rest of the nonsense they had to deal with because of him. If he can help that, that's good too.
But then he's listening, watching the man at first before carefully kneeling down himself to put his hands in the ground. He puts his fingers into the ground, pushes them in a little, gets them deeper like he figures the man is telling him to. When he talks about 'corn' in Europe, he ducks his head a little and nods. ]
It's cause I'm not from here, right? Not from this world. That's what my Pa told me.
[ He looks over at the man. ]
Don't 'let' it? How do I stop it from doing that?
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[The man grins.]
Human beings aren't plants. ...Beings aren't plants. The planet is willing to trust you, but other human beings might not be.
[he sighs.] I know a little bit about that.
People are afraid of things that are different. That's just human nature, but there are webs of life that connect all of us together here...and beyond.
[There is something unnatural about this place. The world spins and moonlit night begins to filter into the sky. The man raises his hands.]
...You don't have to follow the path of those who came before you out there - or those who came before you here as long as you know who you are. Corn can move halfway across the ocean but it grows the best in strong soil with people who take care of it.
Like your mom and dad.
[He smiles. Clark might hear a familiar voice - one of his parents calling him in - but it vanishes and the other man looks seriously.]
Your parents are cultivating strong soil for you, and it's your job to grow strong and put down strong roots. A good strong wind can pull out any good crop - any farmer knows that. You have to be stronger then that and humanity isn't going to make it easy for you.
[The man pauses - struggling - before he kneels before the boy.]
Have faith in the people who are around you. You're a good kid. I'm not gonna tell you not to seek your past, your history.
I am going to tell you that once you find it...You get to decide if you want to grow strong here, or if you want to be blown away by the wind.
[He struggles before sitting back in the dirt, just like he did, heedless of the soil on his khakis.]
When you decide that, know to have faith in the soil and in your family. In the place where you come from. Plants have been uprooted and carried places for thousands of years and we didn't-
[pause. He frowns. he's not a plant. he's a man. A man who is a plant.
Sometimes.]
...Life on earth grew up in a wild way, struggling to survive. It's going to test you in ways that will hurt but just remember that in the end...this is good earth. And it's behind you.
[There's a whistle through the corn, wind, wind that sounds like voices - some protesting.
The man sitting on the ground raises a hand and the grass goes completely still. Frozen in place.]
It's behind you.
...Try to remember that.
...I died of heartclench and would like to reiterate I love this
He's heard some of it before, about how people are afraid. He knows that better than most, knows the sting of it from experience. He's seen how kids look at him on the bus, how some of them prod and others of them cower, knowing there's something off about him, that not everything adds up to anything normal. He knows. And he's heard his father's warnings, his father's fears.
He hears it when his parents talk to him about it, but he also hears it when they're curled up in their bedroom, talking to each other. Their fears, their worries, their concern over their boy and all they know about him and the world and how his back might be able to able to bear a thresher at full bore but not, perhaps, the alienation of never belonging.
But this man, this place, the soil under his hands... they can tell him something that his parents could only hint. Namely that the world itself accepted him. That the planet that he'd come to, it's behind him. It's supporting him, the same as it supports anyone born here. That the earth is Good.
He swallows, hard, and lets his fingers clench in the soil, unconsciously aerating it, and a moment later, he waters it with a couple tears. To hear that he can, that things might be hard, that things might hurt, but that ultimately, he belongs here. His family, his soil. That his roots are welcome, even if it might be hard... that as long as he has those roots in, he can flourish here-
He doesn't have words to say anything back. It all just... it means so much, to hear it from someone he just met, someone or something that feels like it can reach right in and run over his soul with delicate vines. Instead, he nods and swallows a few more times before- ]
I'll try.
[ It's the best he can offer. ]
T-thank you.
I need them to meet as adults now. Or as adult and plant...god.
Take care of my notes kid. They're all I have.
[If Sunderland's men come back he'll know they're gone. They don't even have to be safe. Even if they just rest on this kid's shelf for the rest of his life or he burns them, they're not in the swamp.
They won't get it.
Linda didn't die for nothing. Abby didn't leave for nothing.
(He hides the hope that she'll come back.)]
They're Alec Holland's legacy Clark Kent -
[He pauses] My legacy.
[Mine. Mine. It's mine. I'm me. I'm not the earth. I'm a man. I'm not a plant. I'm a man. I'mamanI'mamanI'maman]
Cause that's me. Alec Holland.
You're a pretty super kid. You ready to go back? We'll take the scenic route.
definitely. DEEEEFINITELY.
I'll take care of them, Mr. Holland. And I'll make sure they get the chance to help people. I promise.
[ He means it. That's as clear as day in this place, clear on his face as well. He won't let something that could help people languish unused. He won't let Mr. Holland's legacy be forgotten. He won't let Mr. Holland be forgotten either. ]
I think I'm ready to go though. If you don't mind.
IF YOU FIND A MEME
There! The Amazon basin as trees watch with skeptical eyes. And there! Yellowstone Park. And there! Wide mashlands, vast deserts. The green is all things and alec takes it all in as he has since he figured out he could do this.
There's a bright, warm, green gold light...and the boy is back.
Not just back but back. In front of his dwelling, maybe a bit muddy, but the big green man is gone, the only trace of him a few footprints leading back into the swamp- and the book the boy has in his jacket.]
hmmm, don't see anything. could set up a post if you like?
He has a lot of things to think about. A lot of planning to do.
The first thing he does is to memorize the notebook, which is easy enough to do since it was a Friday night when he'd decided to go on his little trip. He doesn't understand everything that's in the notebook, not hardly, but he can remember it all. He gets a fresh notebook, copies it down, and makes sure that the two match completely. Both of them get put on the shelf while he considers what to do.
Clearly, there were people out there trying to get it who weren't exactly good people. And just as clearly, Mr. Holland (Dr. Holland? Probably a doctor, come to think of it) trusted him. Which meant-
Which meant that he'd have to see to it himself.
He'd never been particularly interested in science, but he sort of fell into it as he started looking up the words and the formulas and the chemicals that were in the notebook. He is a smart kid, and with the idea of being able to help people ahead of him, the idea of being able to stop starvation and all kinds of other terrible things, passion takes root that might not have in another life. ]
Let's do it!
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