this place is full of bugs

[lyrewings]

Who: Butterfly and everyone who wants to get trolled by a bug
When: Afternoon
Where: The Plaza, near the coral
Style: like a crazy Broadway nightmare
Status: Open

[In the middle of the Plaza, near the coral, there's a small, purple butterfly with sodden wings. He's crouched close to the stones, his wings laying flat and useless on either side of his body, but he's largely unconcerned with his plight. It's warm here, and bright, and his wings will dry out soon enough. He's far enough away from the center of things that no one has noticed him yet, and once his wings are a little drier and not so heavy, he'll crawl up the side of the coral and get out of the way of hurrying feet and the possible range of any roving cats. In the meantime, though, he'll stay where he is, feeling the sun warm his wings and lighten them, and if anyone passes close enough or bends down towards him, they'll hear him singing, softly and quietly, to himself.]

What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere!
What's this? What's this?
There's white things in the air...

[His wings shiver, and he laughs, a light, tinkling sound, and starts climbing the coral.]

Who am I?
Two four six oh one!

Comments

[yellowglasses]

[She stared at the butterfly without a word for a moment or two. This was the first she'd seen in Vatheon, maybe this was a good thing. Butterflies represented joy and longevity after all! But was...it the one that talked? Or was that just silly sounding to even think?]

Is that so?

[lyrewings]

[Butterfly flaps his wings at her. Yes, it is very much so, everyone knows that!]

Let me be your shelter, let me be your light!
I'm here, with you, beside you,
To hold you and to hide you...

[yellowglasses]

Beside me...

So you are the butterfly, then, right?

[She at least thinks she's got this. But who knows, Chie could just be going crazy.]

[lyrewings]

[He's a butterfly; he doesn't know if he's the butterfly. Stop trying to confuse him with silly little details!]

My reflection, dirty mirror,
There's no connection to myself,
I'm your lover, I'm your zero,
I'm the face in your dreams of glass

[yellowglasses]

[Okay no, now she's lost. At least she had thought she understood what it was saying before....okay not really, but it sort of made a little bit of sense.
Now Chie was just confused by what it was trying to tell her.]

...what? Is this like, a riddle or something?

[Chie is just staring at you, Butterfly.]

[lyrewings]

[That happens a lot, Butterfly is noticing. He flaps his wings at her languidly, then carefully recites a line of poetry.]

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you a nobody too?

[yellowglasses]

[Okay, she's catching on now. Chie's starting to get a little less confused about you, Butterfly.]

I wouldn't exactly say I'm a nobody, since I have a name.
I'm Chie Satonaka. Nice to meet you.

[lyrewings]

[Yay, she gets it! Butterfly flutters happily around her head a few times before alighting on the rim of her glasses.]

Happy boys and happy girls, we are!
We are the happy boys and girls!

[yellowglasses]

I take it that's your way of saying 'nice to meet you too', then. [She chuckled a bit at that. It was sort of strange, but not in a bad way. Chie had just never met anyone (or anything for that matter) that communicated like this. It was cute.]

So do you have a name?

[lyrewings]

So I put my hands up,
They're playing my song,
Butterflies fly away!