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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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soundsknight

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

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queen_butterfly

"For...?"

From:

soundsknight

"You seem well."

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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?"

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soundsknight

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

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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?"

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soundsknight

"If you can't think of anything, then we're fine," he said warmly.

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queen_butterfly

"Hmm... Well, I do love purple... but as a secondary color, an accent to black. As evidenced. If that's what you mean."

She held her arm up, away from them, to finally show off the cuff of her sleeve. What had simply looked like perhaps some sort of gradient of purple at the edge while it was hanging in folds was far clearer, now that the fabric was hanging straighter: the angled lines that separated the patches of swiftly-fading purple weren't entirely random; if he looked at the overall, it did rather resemble the veins and panes of a butterfly's wing, though it was only a small section thereof....

"That, and roses, are rather my favorites. Although, sometimes I have felt like doing something a bit differently, and adopting my favorite wine's countenance...."

She gestured, giving her sleeve a single shake, and unless he blinked to miss it, he'd get to see the color of her sleeve's end shift, purple fading and lightening, taking on a dustier silvery sort of hue. With no apparent mechanism for having done so, the thin fabric had just shifted from a velvety, pearly purple... to an almost metallic sort of dusting, as though it were made, somehow, of that delicately frosted untouched skin some blueberries were known for.

"...But I haven't done that in a while." She eyed it, and then with another little gesture, the silver melted away, the dark violet blush returning.

She looked back at him, leaning back into his space, smile daring him to comment on such a little stunt. What had it been, magic? Some kind of sleight of hand? Something else?

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soundsknight

Now he was getting concerned, but probably not in the way she expected. He was almost certain he'd know... no. Just no. But still.

"And snow?" he asked, keeping his voice sounding light and teasing. Even though he was tense within.

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queen_butterfly

She shrugged. "If you want some, I could oblige. Add something with fruit on top, and it makes a nice dessert, but you've not even touched your dinner yet. But what of you? What are your favorite things? You seem rather caught on the topic of butterflies; have you an interest in them?"

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soundsknight

"I have an interest in a great many things. But if you could make it snow, that would be interesting indeed."

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queen_butterfly

"I could," she admitted, "but I'd sooner cover everything in roses. I'm not particularly fond of winter. Garden flowers tend to disagree with it."

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soundsknight

"Is that the only reason...? There are no garden flowers in here, after all...."

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queen_butterfly

She rolled her eyes a little, not taking it too seriously, and made a dismissive gesture to the room around them. "It would look better covered in roses, than snow, don't you think?"

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soundsknight

"Perhaps. Is there something you're afraid I'll see in the snow?" his voice was still light and flirty.

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queen_butterfly

All right, he won: she laughed.. It took her a moment to calm back down again, taking a deep breath as she fought to rid herself of that smile and failed.

"Your sense of humor is quite something. Tell me, have you always been afraid of dragons?"

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soundsknight

"I can't say I've ever been much afraid of anything," he lied easily. Though Dragons... he had never had cause to fear those. Nor to believe in them. "Why do you become one when it snows?"

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queen_butterfly

"I don't. But you seem quite intent on reading something into where there isn't anything, so from your lack of espousing praise for dragons, I'm going to assume you're afraid of them. And also of strawberries, dancing, and the moon. Are you, perhaps, a werewolf?" Still smiling, she leaned in toward him again. "Funny; I don't smell any wolf on you...."

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soundsknight

He chuckled. "You could guess for a year and not get it right, I suspect..." he teased. And if she did... maybe he'd know.

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queen_butterfly

"Well, I don't suppose you'd be likely to guess all that easily just what I am, either, if you are indeed human...." Or he might. There were only so many fae species, in her world, after all, and humans knew at least in passing of all of them....

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soundsknight

"I thought you were sure I was a shapeshifter of some sort?"

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queen_butterfly

"One need not necessarily preclude the other. Go ahead, guess. Let's see if you get it right." More of a grin.

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soundsknight

"Hmmm... lets see... princess perhaps? Or former princess...?" He raised a brow.

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queen_butterfly

"Oh, that's such a human concept," she said, scrunching her nose a bit in distaste, even though she didn't entirely lose that impish grin. Only mostly; she may have been playing it up, but she really didn't seem to like the idea. "No."