Outworld/Mesto Bruit Boutin
A walk in the Park
Author: Tableau BOOM!
Tableau Boom! stepped into Boutin and open her eyes. She was back in this strange, lovely place... HER strange lovely place, according to the shapers. The OTHER shapers even. This news was definitely going to take some getting used to.
Tableau turned around to face the way she came. A hazy gap in the trees in the city park, where the mists there apparently was between worlds was twisting through. “Well if this is the way in and out of this place I’m going to have to figure out how travel works a bit better” Tableau thought to herself. “In fact there are a few things I should sort out.”
She pulled out her notebook and glanced at her to do list. Make the inside of the flat larger, make a bigger more extensive library, make better provisions for her people, sort out that whole - she glanced at the notebook again- that whole legacy cascade thing so that the lovely people in Mesto don’t suffer should anything happen to her. She should of found out how that was done. She should of found out more about shaping as a whole in fact. Do you just point and wish or do you have to use that building thing they were talking about. They said majesty was important to have in your region but does it matter if one area of a region has lots and another has none? Or does it balance out? Do the people in your city know they are made by you or do you have to tell them?
Mentally scolding herself for not making more notes she bought an ice cream and sat on the grass writing quietly. She hoped she would have time to find out more about these things in the library but there was something more important to do first.
As she finished the list of names she tore a page out of her notebook and started writing the first of her thank you letters. Everyone had been so helpful and if time did move differently across the cities she would have to do it as soon as possible.
Time passed, Tableau stopped writing and stood up. The ice cream having long ago melted, the sun setting and children finishing their play to go home for sleep cycle. She collected her letters and stood facing the hazy door once more. She mentally added “make inter city postbox” on her to do list.
Faulty Circuits! She hoped this would work!
Tableau screwed up her eyes, whispered “First letter: Engineer Cam” and stepped forward.
As she disappeared into the mists beyond a handwritten sign could be seen pinned to the next door tree.
DANGER! NOT SAFE FOR RESIDENTS! DO NOT GO BEYOND THIS POINT! (The word please is crossed out) I MEAN IT!
LOVE AND KISSES
TB! <3
