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this place is full of bugs
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!
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!
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Could you show me where the flowers are?
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Follow the yellow brick road!
Follow the yellow brick road!
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road!
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Oh, unless it could be hidden!
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[It's hard for Butterfly to sing when he's flying hard, so he just flaps away, his laughter the tinkling of tiny silver bells, until they get to the meadow. There, he alights on a delicious red flower and starts greedily licking up its nectar.]
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This was a nice meadow and there didn't seem to be any places...but she felt so rude for just asking him directions again. ...Especially when he's eating]
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Um...mister Butterfly, I don't want to disturb you eating but maybe we should look somewhere else?
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Where do we go from here?
Maybe you won't go, maybe you'll stay,
I know I'll miss you either way,
It's such a lonely road
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[Keeping optimism like woah]
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As we go on, we remember
All the times we had together
And as our lives change, from whatever
We will still be, friends forever
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We'll be friend together here and hopefully there will be more in the future! Especially in a place like this!