Glimmer, glitter, shine...

[thecanopycrew]

| characters | Everyone!

| date/time | March 15, all day

| location | First Floor

| rating | Currently G

| summary | A flash of light, and a new adventure.


LIGHT

Warmth, love and kindness.
The Life Stream glimmers and glitters with joy, swirls of shimmering dust dancing around the ray of life.
It was time for new ones to test their wings.


One by one, new adventurers now arrive in the Tree. As one gain wings and rises to the second floor, another light brings in the next person. Soon, a steady stream of people from all kinds of worlds, times and realities come to join the others. Whether confused, angry, excited or scared, your arrival is welcomed with nothing but joy as the fireflies and glow worms descend to greet their new friends.

The Tree offers no explanation and no reason, but the truth is undeniable.

As you will soon realize, it isn't easy to be tiny.

Comments

[sirpisspot]

Far from the 20's, by a few centuries worth. But maybe that would be apparent later. Arno slowly, almost sheepishly (he tried to not show it), took another piece. He felt a little let down, it's not what he hoped for. This wouldn't fill up his, soon to be, empty stomach. It wasn't even a morsel by his standards.

It was unappetizing to swallow though, thank goodness it didn't do anything but, jeez.

"Not so much good in case of famine then, I take it?" Arno asked as he began to chew this piece. Still tasted like pure sugar. Arno liked baked goods and stuff as much as the next guy, but it was weird. He could feel the sugar wipe all over his tongue. What is the purpose of candy that you can't eat? Well, whatever the case, it's in his mouth and he was chewing it.

So then. French, definitely. English, yes. Italian? Only a little thanks to another red headed woman he used to know. Russian? Not at all. So Anna was Anna, in Arno's book.

"Arno," he replied, simply. "Arno Dorian, fellow captive of the madhouse tree."

[dissemblance]

"Not really. Sorry, I know it's not much." Her brow furrowed in something like concern and she shuffled the emptying pack of gum in her hand as if gauging its remaining supply before she tucked it away in her pocket. Arno. That was -- Dutch? Or German. Not a name she'd ever come across before.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry you've been brought here. I think... most of us would go back if we were given the chance."

[sirpisspot]

Arno was French with a bit of Austrian, probably not so noticeable yet as he was speaking English perfectly in front of Anna. Though that and his time period maybe be rather evident soon enough, though. He continued to chew the gum as he talked, realizing that the gum did stave off some slight hunger he developed. He felt a little guilty for taking two pieces from the woman, she probably didn't have much left. He was more than willing to talk though.

"Nothing you could've done apparently, mademoiselle," Arno started. "Though you are correct, I do have the need to return to France as soon as I could."