The Once-ler (
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[Yes, the Once-ler had that dream too. No, he's not talking about it. It was just a dream, just a stupid, dumb, terrifying dream with a monster and the moon going out like a broken lightbulb and obviously none of it was real. Or at least, he doesn't want any of it to be real.
So, he's stress-knitting.
He's taken up one of the tea rooms for the day so that he has a little more space to work (plus it gets him out of his room, and that's probably a good thing). He's already got a colorful pile of completed things tossed on one of the chairs - scarfs, mittens, absolutely no thneeds. The Once-ler himself is sitting on the floor in front of one of the armchairs with his knees up, using the chair as a backrest as he knits. His piglet Boris is keeping him company, and he can be seen running around in a dark green pig-sized sweater.]
So, uh. Since I'm knitting anyway and winter's coming up...does anyone want anything?
[And wow, he sure is knitting. Even while he talks, even while wearing his trademark green gloves, his needles move incredibly fast. He shrugs though, like offering to make people stuff for free isn't an enormous step forward for him.]
I mean, it's just something to do, and it's not like I have anything else to do with them.
[That's all he really wanted to say, because he's definitely not acknowledging that Jabberwocky dream. He leans forward a bit and uses the end of one of his knitting needles to jab at his network device until it shuts off. If anyone would rather meet up with him in person, he's in one of the tea rooms on the tenth floor with a small mountain of yarn.]
So, he's stress-knitting.
He's taken up one of the tea rooms for the day so that he has a little more space to work (plus it gets him out of his room, and that's probably a good thing). He's already got a colorful pile of completed things tossed on one of the chairs - scarfs, mittens, absolutely no thneeds. The Once-ler himself is sitting on the floor in front of one of the armchairs with his knees up, using the chair as a backrest as he knits. His piglet Boris is keeping him company, and he can be seen running around in a dark green pig-sized sweater.]
So, uh. Since I'm knitting anyway and winter's coming up...does anyone want anything?
[And wow, he sure is knitting. Even while he talks, even while wearing his trademark green gloves, his needles move incredibly fast. He shrugs though, like offering to make people stuff for free isn't an enormous step forward for him.]
I mean, it's just something to do, and it's not like I have anything else to do with them.
[That's all he really wanted to say, because he's definitely not acknowledging that Jabberwocky dream. He leans forward a bit and uses the end of one of his knitting needles to jab at his network device until it shuts off. If anyone would rather meet up with him in person, he's in one of the tea rooms on the tenth floor with a small mountain of yarn.]
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she smiles. ]
With such power and kindness like we have in the Mansion, I am certain we shall face it and triumph.
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Well, I don't know about kindness, but we'll probably be alright. This place has thrown a lot worse at us than some...monster dragon beast thing.
[Or whatever they would call the Jabberwocky. He has no idea what thing in their dreams was, but he wants it kept as far away from him as possible.]
We've been through a lot here. It'll take more than a Jabberwocky to get rid of us.
[He's...not sure how much he believes it himself, but it feels like the kind of thing he should be saying to Alayne. He doesn't feel right being cynical and grouchy about it with her.]
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[ she attempts to pronounce it as he did; it ends up taking a little longer to say it but it comes out just about the time. an odd name; he speaks of a terrible beast and alayne remembers her dream for a moment before remembering something else - ]
One of the residents here has a dragon. The dragon queen but he listens to her and is quite - small.
[ ...for a dragon. ]
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[That's very vague and he wants to just leave it at that, but he feels he should clarify. He doesn't like that he knows this information, and it feels so distant now that it seems like a nightmare from long ago, but he saw those ghosts last Christmas. He recognized the monster in them.]
That...that creature everyone dreamed about. That's the Jabberwocky.
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[ what an odd name but alayne finds it less frightening than the thing itself. it was not a dragon, to be certain, though it had some odd sort of resemblance. still, it was scarier somehow, less graceful and royal more wild and untamed and horrifying. ]
It was much uglier than a dragon to be certain and much more frightening, somehow. Dragons were thought to be dead in my land and yet the Dragon Queen who resides here would tell a different tale.
[ but the jabberwocky... ]
-- How will we protect ourselves against....it?
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I have no idea. With something that huge...probably just by hiding and crossing our fingers it doesn't find us here.
[He halts his knitting so he can rub one hand behind his neck.]
I...don't know the first thing about protecting myself at all, let alone from a huge monster.
[He sounds a little ashamed to admit it though, since he's a grown man and all. But it's not like he came from a world where you needed to know these things either.]