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[yolonceler]

[The Once-ler emerges from the barracks (accompanied by a coughing fit, as he was running, and running does not agree with his damaged lungs), after a rather amusing freak-out when he noticed that he was not in his office. He is met with the sight of the Green. The Green, with its growing grass and budding flowers and… and nature. It's the landscape the Once-ler used to know, sans the truffula trees—but this is enough.

He glances skyward. It's blue, a radiant blue, with puffy cumulus clouds drifting about here and there. The light is bright, so bright he puts on his sunglasses, but there's… no sun? That makes about zero sense. He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the Green. He crouches down and tugs off one of his gloves. His hands are shaking, just a little bit, and they don't stop even when he commands them to. The Once-ler presses his palm down into the grass. The feeling is giving him some pretty unwanted flashbacks to when the truffula forest was full and lush. The world was a nice place to be, and you could take a deep breath without coughing up a lung.

He might as well be four years back in time.

So, if you want to see a tall, well-dressed man wandering around the Green with tears on his face, this is your chance.]

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[missmimmi]

[In most cases Mimmi would normally just ignore strangers she saw walking by. But he was, you know, crying. Which is usually always a bad sign. So she pauses and takes the time to approach him. She can't help it, okay, it's the mother in her.]

Oh, are you all right?

[songofura]

[Zia's been avoiding most people around the keep, a combination of her shy nature and general wariness kicking into play. The sight of a crying man however isn't something she can ignore. Carefully she approaches.]

Um.

[Her voice is quiet, but hopefully he'll hear her alright.]

Are you okay?

[medicalize]

[ Nature wasn't exactly something that Ratchet particularly was fond of. On Earth he'd preferred to stay inside the base, with all his equipment and machines, unless it was absolutely necessary for him to leave. He didn't exactly have the same luxury here. It wasn't really the grass or shrubberies he was interested in-- the executioner block had gained some attention from him. Unfamiliar with human history, he had little idea what it was for.

He strokes a thumb over his chin, considering it, before he turns and spots a human nearby. Normally, he had very little interest in fleshlings, but he'd come to understand that when a human's optics were leaking it was generally a bad thing.

So, a nine foot tall robot stalks over. ]

Human. Why are you leaking?