bakerstreet | 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.

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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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[The man smiles as kindly as he can. He holds out his hands and looks - he's sitting just like the swamp creature.]

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.

[ He pushes up from the ground, cleans the dirt on his jeans, and dusts himself off. Then Clark reaches out and takes one of Alec's hands, the way he would his mother's or his father's. The way he would any adult he trusts to lead him somewhere. And he nods to him. ]

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.

[Alec takes his hand and they fly.

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.]

[ Mr. Holland is gone. That makes something pang in his chest, something that aches as easily as anyone else might. He'd seemed... like he could use a friend, and yet something tells him he won't see Mr. Holland for a long time, if ever again. It makes him press his lips together tight, makes him clench the notebook close, and on his run back home, where he barely makes it there in time to make his mother believe he'd never left, well-

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. ]

Edited 2018-08-17 20:56 (UTC)

[the swamp thing has taken the time to root. he returns. Back to his tree. To his life.]

[ beep boop, just using the grown up journal for it...]

Treehouse Meme

I need them to meet as adults now. Or as adult and plant...god.

definitely. DEEEEFINITELY.

IF YOU FIND A MEME

hmmm, don't see anything. could set up a post if you like?

Let's do it!

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