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[architectron.livejournal.com]

What do you do when you have a structure that is beginning to break apart, that is no longer ethically or professionally sound?

You tear it down.

The barriers are breaking. I know. I'm the one who designed them.

The walls in the place aren't what they used to be, apparently don't stand up to the type of wear and tear your five fearless and crayons-in-hand leaders inflict on them. Material like this wasn't designed to handle so much abuse, let alone constant scribbling on the paint and wallpaper.

And what is that? That doesn't even look like a mountain.

There's only one solution: see paragraph [A].

Don't you all want to get home again?

[ooc: There's a reason we called this plot "The Architect." Ladies and gentlemen of the City, meet The Architect.]

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

"But the villagers, who had been fooled so many times before by the boy's false cries, thought the boy was again lying, and so nobody came to his aid when he finally told the truth."

Can you really blame anyone that doesn't?

[architectron.livejournal.com]

Go. Now. Before it's too late.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Or what? I'll be trapped here forever, is that it?

[architectron.livejournal.com]

No, but you won't have a chance like this for a long time again.

Go. Can't you see it? Can't you see the green fields, the clouds, the sky, your father, your mother, your brother. Go. Go to them now. The animals are leading the way. Go.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

Of course I can.

What about the ones who are dead? The ones who can't go home?

[architectron.livejournal.com]

They can go home. I'll bend the rules. They can go. Everyone can go.

Go. Go on.

[primrosella.livejournal.com]

...Thank you.

[architectron.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

Go. Hurry.