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Auradon

Why Can't We All Just Get A Lawn?

The plants in Auradon may be preternaturally prone to perfection, but even there lawns, trees, shrubs, and flowerbeds require some maintenance to keep them from growing wild. While the trees, shrubs and flowerbeds may be less of a concern to the more practical minded of the school's current residents, the lawn at least is still an issue, since they do need to be able to walk around easily. Fortunately the gardener's shed is pretty easy to locate, and like most things in Auradon, isn't locked. Unfortunately, the gardeners seems to have been the kingdom's lone packrat, because the shed is just crammed full of stuff. Seriously, it looks like someone took the entire contents of a lawn and garden store and shoved them in there, along with who knows what else. Somewhere under all that stuff is a lawnmower- there must be- but locating it is definitely gonna be more than a one person job.

Do Not Adjust Your Set

The current residents of Auradon might not be able to physically reach the Isle just yet, but they do have one thing that can. Namely TV signals. Unfortunately, basically everything being broadcast to the Isle kind of sucks, in a 'so sugary you wonder how you don't get diabetes just from watching it' kind of way. Fortunately, there's a solution for that! One the way to the coast, one of the places our intrepid heroes have come across is a broadcasting station, so it might be possible to change the programming roster to something a bit less saccharine. That is, assuming they can figure out how to work the equipment. Including figuring out how it's even still broadcasting at all.

Isle

Rain, Rain, Go Away

The rain in Spain might fall mainly on the plain, but rain on the Isle is much less picky. Which normally wouldn't be too much of a problem, since there wasn't really anything preventing people from going inside. What is a problem is when the rain decides to come inside too. The roof of Dragon Hall- never really in the greatest condition to start with- has begun leaking. And not just a little drip in one spot; no, that would be too simple. But a lot of leaks, in a lot of places. And ones that are getting worse the longer they're there. Fortunately- kinda- this wasn't the first time such a thing had happened, so Professor Yen Sid knows how to whip up some putty to seal the cracks. Unfortunately, making it in sufficient quantity would take a little while so in the mean time, the residents of the Isle will have to resort to trash bins, buckets, pots, teakettles, mugs, or anything else they can find that might hold water. Better get hunting, if you don't want someone else to find all the actually useful containers. Or alternately, you could just decide to forget about everyone else and just try and find a place where you and your stuff won't get wet for the duration. That's totally being evil and not just being lazy, right?

Doomy Dooms of Doom

Let's face it, no one likes the Doomstones. Even the ones who carved them probably didn't like them. But being large pieces of stone, they're rather hard to get rid of, so most people stick to just defacing them with spray paint. Not you though; you've got ambitions. Or maybe you're just really sick of those evil platitudes. Either way, you've had all you can stand of them and you can't stand any more!. Something must be done! Preferably something destructive. Thus begins your quest for Stuff That Can Break Stone. Surely the ones who carved them must have kept their tools somewhere, right? Or maybe someone who was involved n the construction of the Isle's buildings left a nice big sledgehammer laying around somewhere? One can dream, at least.

And of course, such destructive aspirations are best shared. So the moment you run into someone, you plan to try and rope them into helping you. Shouldn't be too hard to convince them, right? After all, who doesn't like to break stuff?

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[queen_butterfly]

She'd only glanced aside for a second, to catch a stray berry from escaping the tray, and in turning to face him again, nearly jumped and bumped right into him. She managed to take a little step back instead as she caught herself, however, and brought a hand up to her chest, a gesture long enough understood to be reflexively emulated, though she actually had no physical heart for her hand to cover. It wasn't as though he'd know that yet, though -- would he? The faint sound of its beat seemed to be present as she exhaled. In that brief moment where she gathered her composure again to address him, perhaps he could hear its effects in the breath she let out... but there was something odd about it.

But it was so small a detail....

"You're welcome. ...My apologies; I didn't mean to very nearly back into you." Well, it was an excuse, at least, to get past the awkwardness; she couldn't seriously believe that the near-collision had actually been on her.

She relaxed again, deliberately, and half-turned back to the tray, though she kept her eyes on him. "I don't believe I saw you have anything earlier... you must be famished." The dull tink of glass against the tray, and a slosh of thin liquid... but was that goblet of dark wine on the tray in the first place? She lifted it up, offering it to him.

[soundsknight]

"I thank you, but I would prefer to dine with company. Would you join me?" He offered her his hand, palm up. "I saw a lovely place for conversation in the next room when I explored earlier."

[queen_butterfly]

Oh. Oh, he was trying to woo her, was he? How...

...Quaint? Amusing? Entertaining?

She barely knew him... but this wasn't her first time dealing with someone so forward and clearly uninformed. Had they chatted first, perhaps she'd have played along differently....

So, rather than give him her one free hand, she smiled a little more and deliberately mistook his inviting gesture, placing the wine glass on it instead, as though he'd meant take it like that, then turned to put the cover back on the tray, picking it back up. "I suppose I could spend a while. You have questions about this place, being new here, I presume?"

[soundsknight]

Sadly he wasn't hitting on her. He was just being Sasame. Which might have been the root of his problem, why the woman he had loved had never realized it. Because this was how he was... with everyone.

"About many things, yes. Thank you." He took the wine as though that had been what he intended, then moved, his arm sliding as though he wore a cape and he was draping one side of it over her shoulders, hand settling onto her far shoulder to turn them both in the proper direction. "I appreciate you being willing to talk to me and answer my questions."

[queen_butterfly]

This should prove interesting, she figured, letting him guide them. "Mm." A mere sound of assent.

[soundsknight]

He smiled, set his drink carefully on the edge of the tray, then used the hand that had been holding the drink to lift tray and drink both, bringing them to the room with the comfortable seating.

[queen_butterfly]

She let him take it, and stayed quiet, going along with him. He wanted to move locations, and she'd agreed... so how did he want to play this? Where would he want to sit, or guide her to sit? This was already shaping up to be a more entertaining encounter than she'd anticipated, honestly...

[soundsknight]

Both, actually. He set the tray down on the couch, then sat beside it, trying to pull her gently down onto his other side. "Comfortable?" he asked, putting his face way too close to hers.

PERSONAL SPACE, SASAME! Seriously!

[queen_butterfly]

She let him and resisted the urge to grin, to laugh at his antics. She hadn't come looking for entertainment, but why be offput, when one could be amused instead? Moreso, this was putting her in a bit of a mood to play, and teasing him right back seemed like it could be fun... so she leaned even closer, all but touching him, looking him right in the eyes.

Because two could play at this game, meeting like with like. What was that saying, again? Something about geese and ganders?

"Quite."

Either he'd catch on and realize how he came across to others... or she'd have a good laugh later, at how long this ridiculousness lasted.

[soundsknight]

He gave her a brilliant smile, as though this were exactly what he had wanted. "Shall we, then?"

[queen_butterfly]

"What would you like to know?" And her own smile hadn't faded any, certainly, as she leaned in even further.

[soundsknight]

"Shall we start with butterflies?" he asked with warmth in his face an his voice.

[queen_butterfly]

"Lovely little creatures," she said, not missing a beat. "My favorite insects, I think. So very delicate... four wings, and such a gorgeous variety of colors...."

She suspected that that wasn't how he meant to ask about them, but honestly, she just couldn't resist.

[soundsknight]

"And purple ones...?"

[queen_butterfly]

"What about them?"

[soundsknight]

"That is my question to you..." he said keeping his voice silky smooth.

[queen_butterfly]

"They're purple," she said with a shrug. "I do like purple. Don't you?"

[soundsknight]

"Perhaps. So nothing odd then, just there are purple butterflies?"

[queen_butterfly]

"Perhaps not particularly more or less odd than yellow or blue ones," she said, giving a little shrug. "I'm rather fond of black ones, myself. Or at least, primarily black ones... black has a tendency to look good with almost every other hue and shade, I find."

[soundsknight]

He leaned back, looking pleased. "I'm glad."

[queen_butterfly]

"For...?"

[soundsknight]

"You seem well."

[queen_butterfly]

Blink, blink. Her smile returned, a transparent mask for her puzzlement. "Thank you, but I don't see how that follows...? Is all of this--" She indicated where they sat, the room around them -- the meeting they were having, "--Simply to ask me about insects and then change the topic?"

[soundsknight]

He chuckled. "Unless there is something more you know about purple butterflies that should be shared?"

[queen_butterfly]

"Perhaps that depends. What, precisely, would you want to know about them, that might even potentially differ from that which might apply to other-colored ones?"