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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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From:

queen_butterfly

Another bit of a laugh. "That's like saying you're a human boy, isn't it?"

From:

soundsknight

"Is it?"

From:

queen_butterfly

"It is. You should be more specific. There are several answers I would count as correct enough for various reasons, but only one which comes to the specific truth of it all."

From:

soundsknight

"And if I said yours wasn't even one of those?"

From:

queen_butterfly

She lost some of her smile at that, eyeing him. "Are you accusing me of being likely to cheat? To lie about it?"

From:

soundsknight

"I wasn't... but if I were to do so now?"

From:

queen_butterfly

Well, that got more of a frown. "I think I would take offense to that, if you were to. So, go ahead. Guess."

From:

soundsknight

"I do have to wonder if you are truly clueless, or else... so much better than I had ever guessed," he whispered.

From:

queen_butterfly

"About what am I supposedly clueless?" She sighed, seeming a bit less patient now, the way she was eyeing him. "You've been dancing around some point or other this entire time, asking quite leading questions, and then insinuating things about my answers which have nothing to do with reality. Were I to be less than charitable right now, I might suspect that you were simply wanting to play pointless, nonsensical games with me. Especially as this all began with me thinking that you wanted to ask actually meaningful questions, the sort with which one may get to know more about where we are... or even about me. All of this, when I could have been out gathering sunlight...." Right, because that made sense.

The little smile she gave him was tight, hardly genuine. "So, why are you afraid of dragons? Again, you've hardly mentioned them this entire time. What are you afraid will happen, if you do?"

From:

soundsknight

"The question isn't about the games I may or may not be playing, but the games that you might be playing." He leaned even closer, which one might have bet against being possible and whispered in her ear. "He's coming, you know. I was just supposed to keep you here..."

He was keeping a close... heh... eye and ear on her reactions.

From:

queen_butterfly

"No," she said calmly, smile still tight, pitying. If she knew what he was talking about, she really wasn't letting on at all. "The only game here is the one you started. And I'm done playing along for now.

"So, who? You could have simply asked me to meet with someone."

From:

soundsknight

"You know who, don't you?" He was still alert. And though it once more broke his own heart, he spoke the name he knew the woman he suspected her of being could never keep herself from reacting to.

"Hayate..."

From:

queen_butterfly

"....Who?"

No, no reaction at all like he'd have been anticipating. The name didn't look to be ringing any bells here; aside from simply waiting for him to start making sense, that was a hint of confusion. And continuing to watch him in annoyed expectation....

From:

soundsknight

He sighed and stood. "Either I am completely wrong, or you are even better than I thought... A shame I couldn't have gotten the answer more easily. I don't actually want to be your enemy," he said softly. "But if you are her..." his face grew stern, "I can't let you hurt the people here."

From:

queen_butterfly

"Oh! Oh, you're one of those types. I see...." A nod, still seemingly merely holding onto what remained of her patience for this odd conversation so far. "I see."

And then she threw that all out the window, metaphorically speaking. She brightened considerably, bringing her hands up in a single clap in front of her. "Well, then, let's get this over with! Would you like to kill me, just for good measure? Better safe than sorry, isn't that how the saying goes? I promise, I can make it all quite satisfyingly dramatic..." It was as if she were discussing desserts or something, that impishness back in her eyes....

From:

soundsknight

"That's not even a little funny," he snapped, his demeanor changing at once. "And if you are her you know I would never..." he trailed off, hands curling into fists, every bit of him suddenly tense.

From:

queen_butterfly

"Oh, it is absolutely enormously Funny! Quite hilarious, in fact!" Still grinning, she pulled her hands apart, and-- where did she get that dagger?? Where had she been hiding it? Had she simply made it appear between her hands there, with magic?

Yes, yes she had.

And now she was holding it out to him, hilt-first, offering it up.

"Go ahead! Would you like me to cry out? I could protest, if it would make you feel better!"

From:

soundsknight

He took the blade and threw it aside. "STOP THAT!"

From:

queen_butterfly

"Oh... well, if not that one, perhaps this one would be more to your tastes?" Another clap and gesture, and she offered him a longer, far thinner sort of sword, cheerful smile still in place.

The dagger, having clattered to the floor, disappeared in a puff of black smoky shadow, and then that disappeared as well.

From:

soundsknight

Unfortunately that shadowy effect only made him more sure. He vanished from right up against and behind her to be hovering just in front of her. "Enough games, Fenril," he said, voice grim and dark and serious.

From:

queen_butterfly

"What's a Fenril?" Still smiling, she tried to push the sword up into his chest, still hilt-first. Take it, go ahead....

From:

soundsknight

Again he took it but vanished well away from her before tossing it away. "I have never once tried to kill you and you know it. But I will seal you away again if I must. These games are beneath you, you're better than that!"