#shiptalian!fruk

Everyone: “Happy Birthday, Avian Rusameiya!!”

Rusame: “Wha-?”

Kingstate: “WH-?! You, too? Are all of you just growing long hair?”

Rusame: “With how much I am working, I don’t really have much of a choice. Anyways, what is all of this?”

Amandara: “Well, we’re celebrating your b-day, bro! Aw, look at your kids! Lookin’ good, there, Sissy Christi!”

Cankraine: “Anyways, we have decided to put on this birthday party for you on Nyoom Conference! How does that sound?”

Rusame: “Really? Well, I suppose I don’t mind.”

Pruscan: “THAT’S THE CUE EVERYONE. TAKE YOUR PLACES!!”

And so, Rusame watched with wide eyes and gaping mouth as everyone either slipped on some kind of choir cloak and/or pulled out an instrument and started an orchestra long version of the happy birthday song that eerily sounded like the USSR anthem. 

Rusame: “That...sounded faintly of communism.”

The Entire Russian Fleet: “OUR BIRTHDAY, YOUR HIGHNESS.”

Rusame: “Haha, everyone that was beautiful!”

He took the joke fairly well.

Something is awakening...

//Finally! We can get this second part of this interaction kicked off.

Previously, in Bugtalia, Itamuney, another butterfly, was migrating down south to a sunflower field to lay her eggs and come to peace. However, she got lost in the sea of yellow, only to run into what happens to be the queen of the bees! While resting in the queen, Rita’s hive, she, sadly, ended up passing away. 

Noticing their friend has been taking a long time to migrate back up north, Rusame, a lunar moth, and Kingstate, a yellow jacket, head down to the sunflower meadow in search of Itamuney. Kingstate ends up accidently getting caught in a random spider web and captured by a wolf spider named Unified. And the rest is where you are right now!

It’s like last year, except much worse, many ships thought as they all woke up stuck in another’s body and physique. Every ship was trapped in this. Some were a bit more simple, having only swapped with one person. However, the unlucky ships were swapped with multiple people, being trapped in one’s body, only to find your own not having the soul that owns the body you reside in. Awkward situations ensue, and many woke up feeling odd this April First. At least the best way to tell each other apart is that their eyes followed their souls with them. 

Not to worry, everyone went back to normal the next day...sort of.