Day 2 - Back in the tree

Muse just sits on her branch for a few minutes as she thinks 'bout her day. She laces her fingers behind her head, lays down and looks up at the stars. The Nexus shore place sure does have all kinds of fleshies! Even more than how many used to be at his concerts! And that was a lot too! But this time they can all see her. And it's perfect and clear that the PTB's are falling on their jobs! Some fleshies said they didn't even have muses! That's just being bad PTB's... not that she would ever tell them that. She's a bit slow but she's not stupid!

After a few minutes of just 'laxing, she sits up and grabs her paper and crayon, she figures that it's better to work on her words first and then work on Frostie's butterfly. She scoots back 'gainst the trunk and rests her paper 'gainst her legs then starts trying to 'strate on her words.

Eye hade a bizy daye two-daye! Eye tawkeded two Stereyepee ahgin, sheee w-w-w wus saad, por Stereyepee. Eye hoep sheee fills beter suen.

Muse stops and shakes her hand. Writing sure is tough! She takes a deep breath and gets back to work.

Eye mit a felishee naymed Jaak two. Shee wus neyece! And... and... Eye tawkeded two a felishee naymed Furrahstee! Hee's verree nyce! And hee's meye ferend now two! Eye hoep t-hat wahin the PTB's fynd a felishee four meee, eye cahn styll half meye ferends.

She puts down her crayon and sighs as she looks over her words. They seem a-okay to her and it looks like she's written even more than yesterday! She slips the paper back into her bag and fumbles 'round in it 'til she finds a nice clean piece. She takes it out and grabs a few more crayons, cause as pretty as blue is, butterflies have lots of colors usually.

Muse works on her drawing until she starts yawning so much she keeps messing up so she puts the paper carefully in her bag. She looks 'round 'fore she lays back down and lets her-being fall into sleep.

Morning 3

Morning 3

Muse yawns and stretches once she gets out of the tree. She had strange dreams 'bout a pink PTB wearing yellow and purple pants chasin' after her with a golf stick. Even tho' she's been awake for a little while she still doesn't 'stand why he was yelling numbers at her. It was very crazy… and kind of scary. She decides that just a regular ole shower won't do today so she imaginates up a big bubbly bath and makes her being get solid 'fore she climbs in. When she's clear she doesn't even need to take off baths but since she's got to stay solid 'round the fleshies… sometimes a muse has to do what a muse has to do. But as she slaps at the bubbles, she 'sides that there are some good things 'bout gettin' all wet!

When the water gets too cold she climbs out and imaginates up a towel, wraps it 'round her-being then imaginates the bathtub 'way. Muse starts whistling as she dries off and imaginates up some clothes. She's very glad she found the Nexus Shore place or else all she'd be doing is sitting 'round waiting. As she makes her way to the shore she hopes that she sees her new friends again.