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Oct. 10th, 2010 03:56 am
papillio_tempestatis: (Serene)

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This is Pretty Butterfly's journal. I am terribly sorry, but I'm not in at the moment - I will be glad to get to you if you will leave me a message.
papillio_tempestatis: (Default)
I think I should just make this clear so I don't have any arguments about it.

I live on the Discworld. It is flat. It has a turtle under it. The sun and moon go around it. If I say something that doesn't make sense to all you people who live on round worlds, that is why.

And please don't tell me it's a myth, by the way. I used to live in a port town, I have spoken to sailors who have seen the Rim. I've been far enough Hubward once or twice that I've been able to see the tall mountain at the Hub, the one father says they call the home of the gods in Ankh-Morpork.

That is all. I just wanted to clear it up.
papillio_tempestatis: (Relaxing)
The streets of Hunghung were as busy and crowded as ever, the cacophony of market noises almost too loud to think. Butterfly hoped Azula didn't think she'd missed her in the crowd and get swept up in looking for her; if that happened they'd probably never find each other, not unless Azula did something incredibly stupid.

She had to admit to being a little nervous; Butterfly didn't have dates very often, and she'd never asked Heather to her world in any way that would bring her out in public - she was only risking it with Azula because she could at least pass as a native under casual inspection. She hoped it didn't make a bad impression. At least she'd managed to find a place to eat that was somewhat off the main streets where the noise wouldn't be too intrusive and they could hear each other talk.

Butterfly took another glance at a nearby sundial. At least Azula would be here soon, and she could attempt to stop worrying quite so much.
papillio_tempestatis: (Look 2 the Sky)
Mnuh. Think 'm shtill drunk. Shtupid virus.

An' 's makin' my mem'ry all weird, too. I know I 'member datin' Heather, but her an' 'zula both say they're datin'.

An', an' I'm jealoush, 'cause I 'member Heather bein' a nice girlfriend. But I don' 'member her ever visitin' me... But I mean, watchin' them... they're happy. An' they're both my friends, so I don' wanna shcrew it up for them.

Hope the virus 's over soon. Don' like bein' sad an' drunk at the same time...
papillio_tempestatis: (Default)
All right, what's going on? I live in a seaport, and we never get fog like this. There's something strange about it. One of the community's tricks...

Whatever. I'm not even going to bother with this right now... this headache is so bad I could swear I'm seeing double.

[Locked to Britt Reid]
Don't bother contacting me. As far as I'm concerned, we've got no reason to speak to each other now that the community's little stunt is over. And if you let anyone know what I told you, the last thing that will go through your mind will be your face.

[Locked to Britt, ICly added about fifteen minutes later]
I'm sorry about that last note. I haven't really been feeling like myself since that virus finished, and I've been... irritable sometimes. Perhaps I ought to see a doctor about these mood swings I'm having. We can still talk, if you like, and I know you wouldn't give away my secret like that.

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