go to imaginary parties

Daffodil: What if a guitar were to wear violin strings and pretend to be what it isn't, so that we could see what we shouldn't? Why, Dylan Triton, for one! And you're of course welcome to join, though I think you might make a better maestro.

Daffodil: Things that are too perfectly straight are frightening. It means they haven't lived.

Robbie: It would still play like a violin and its true colors would eventually play out for us - after all, the ears are far more to be believed than the eyes. Dylan sees what he sees in music, but you do it so differently. I could pick you out of an orchestra. I'd love to be a maestro, are you kidding? Those outfits are lit.

Scotty: Where would the world send you? Like... unless you take a plane home and it lands in another dimension like on LOST, I'm sure you have control over that.

Scotty: Sororities have house moms, and frats have house moms, too! But that's mostly so they can cook, why can't we have a house dad instead?

Robbie: You never know! "Random opportunities" come up, and so do surprises and so do a lot of things! The world likes intervening in secret ways. Or I could always just get on the first plane leaving and see where it takes me. That's always fun.

Pippa: Do you think I could only be parrots if that's where I started? I'd want to only be flamingos, if I have such limits on my morphing. They do have lovely songs, although I'd rarely get to see you. Unless I were a seagull. Perhaps I'll be a pink seagull, the world's first.

Daffodil: Of course! Although you might need a flute instead, your eyes are a bit larger. Oh, or a view through a tuba, that would be fun, wouldn't it? Or you could just poke out the back of a guitar and see through the strings, that would be beautiful. Then I suppose I'll need to form a band! I hope your lifeline shows you'll be there for all 73 of them.

Daffodil: As long as there's an even number of wrongs, then you're still right. I think I counted 102, so your rightness is still right.

Robbie: The world through a tuba might be just twisted enough to look right to me. A guitar would work too or, oh, violin strings, those feel more like me. You should totally form a band! I don't know anyone who can use music like you can, Daf, the world would be lucky to hear them :)

Pippa: Birds have awfully short lives, don't they? Maybe my soul will just fly from bird to bird for all eternity. What animal will you be? Please don't be a ferret i dine on; I'll have a strict ferret diet, since of course I can't eat rabbits.

Scotty: There's this Winter Wonderland festival that always has a cider haus back in London. Strawberry lime, my dude. You should try it.

Scotty: I'm gonna make this a thing every year until I graduate. Which is... next year, but then grad school I can be the overseer of the frat lol. Like Frat House Father.

Robbie: That sounds so weird and cool! I'll give it a whirl if the world hasn't sent me somewhere else come winter.

Scotty: Not gonna lie, mate, I have a guilty pleasure drink: apple juice. Especially the sort in juice boxes.

Scotty: That would require providing a lot of alcohol, but we've got enough left in our budget to pull our weight, do you?

Robbie: Dude. Yes. Apples make the best juice and the boxes just add to the flavor. I like apple cider better though. Bubbles are life.

Daffodil: We can also take a kaleidoscope, that reveals so many secrets of the world. At least, so your sister says. I prefer to look at things through my piccolo, it's a bit like a spy glass if you know what you're looking for. One can only hope! My lifeline's quite long, though. And so are all the symphonies in my head, I'll live long enough to write at least 73 of them.

Daffodil: I don't see what they see, so it's not everyone, you know. Just most people. If you don't think they're right, don't let them take your rightness away from you.

Robbie: Kaleidoscopes are perfect for Pippa's eyes, but you and I see things differently than she does. If you look through your pic and see something I should know, let me know though, okay? 73 Symphonies sounds like a great band name, first of all, but second of all, that's promising.

Pippa: As long as Wonderland has bird's nests for me, apparently they're important to my future if your dream is any indication. Or mayhaps the birds will be how I die?

Pippa: What if I was sitting on an empty nest? What if it was actually a sign that you were planning to leave me behind? Maybe your dream's about what YOU want, rather than what I'm doing!

I’ve cum inside a car, I’ve cum inside a bar, I’ve cum with lots of ease, I’ve cum when they said ‘please’, I’ve cum all by myself, and I’ve cum for someone else.

Scotty: Like... filled with not water? Or are you actually all about hydration? Because it's important, dude. Saves me from a lot of hangovers.

Scotty: Thank dog. Dangggg, that would be pretty cool, not gonna lie. I mean, it's almost summer, everyone'll have three months to get it out of their heads and go back to rushing mode next fall for the freshmen, right?

Robbie: I think it'd HAVE to be filled with something that isn't water, but I don't for the life of me know what it would be. I love water. Helps with vapor :-P

Daffodil: Perhaps you can be the same Robbie, only upside down. Everything seems different when you're upside down, but if there's someone who's on their head instead of their feet with you, then it all works out in the end. That doesn't seem like a terrible solution. I'm sure the caterpillar appreciates your business, at least. I think mine will be so fast my ears can't break it apart. They'll be warning me that I've had too much stimulation and it's time to go on to somewhere with different wavelengths.

Daffodil: That's a wonderful line. Although do you really feel like your eyes are closed? Or do you feel like others are closed when they look at you?

Robbie: That's true, two wrongs make a right and two downs make an up. And since I drag you or Pippa along with me on most things, why, I could look at the world from any angle and still be me as long as you were looking with me :-P I do like smoking though, kind of, I like that I can smell like the ghost of whatever food I want and the world is so much prettier with blurry, foggy edges. That sounds scary in a beautiful way, omg - I can imagine it so well, I'm just glad you won't hear it for a long long time lol

Pippa: Oh! I can certainly see how you'd think that was a pregnancy, but did you ever see if I was actually laying eggs or not? Maybe I was waiting in the nest hoping a real mother bird would come and fling me out of her way, so that then I could soar from the trees down to the earth below.

Daffodil: Does that mean when it goes away, there's no more truth left in your life, and the lies will drive you to death? Or would the lies be like a new life and that's the birth of a new Robbie? Because I quite like the Robbie you are now, you know. I think I'll recognize the death song when it comes, though, you're right. Do you think everyone's Death Song is different?

Daffodil: Strawberry fields does have the word forever in it, though, that's a powerful word to leave behind! You're not wrong to want that one :-p

Robbie: I always assumed it'd be the latter, and when the smoke clears I'll be a new me, where truths are lies and vice versa. I do quite like things being topsy-turvy but I don't want a new Robbie either, so I guess the solution is to keep on smoking :-P I assume everyone's death song must be at least a little different, in different tempos maybe or different keys. Oh, or maybe the same tune but in different genres!

Pippa: Well, tell me what your dream said! I'm woefully preg-not, which means we've got to search for the real answer together!