Villager: Lisa
Frank
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Villager Info
ID: #249188
Name: Lisa
Gender: Female
Location: Oceandome
Born 7 years, 9 months ago
Career: Doctor
Owner: Khoufu
Feast Points: 0 (12 All-Time)
Species: Moth
Color: Madagascan Sunset
Buffs:House: Oceandome House (1/250)
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Lisa is infected with
Vampirism. Symptoms include craving blood, sensitivity to sunlight, an allergy to garlic, and changing into a bat after especially forceful sneezes. If they start to sparkle, immediately consume a Golden Apple to cure the infection.
About
---Story: The Art Block---
Lisa continued pounding the mixture into the bowl. Why was it that the local doctors always wanted to prescribe some specialty medication, not anything already in stock? Grumpily, she added another chemical to the mix. She'd much rather be mixing components to make a new chalk, not just something to help old man dragonfly with his aching wings.
The door rang as it was opened. “Hello I'll be there in a minute," she called without looking up.
A familiar voice rang back. “Don't you mean you'll BEE there?”
Lisa rolled her eyes and waved. It was a friend of hers named Ludicrous, a bee that lived across the street. “If you don't keep those puns to yourself I'll put the sting on you," she retorted.
“Haha I got it. Sting! You're getting better at puns. You are totally learning from the pun master right here.”
Lisa rolled her eyes again, and finished her mixture before walking to the counter. “What can I do for you?” she asked, brushing off her apron.
“Doc wants me to start taking vitamins," answered Ludicrous, "but he wants an extra 5mg of iron in the pill said you'd have to make it here.”
Lisa frowned. "Of course he did.” She reached for the prescription, and sighed at the almost illegible writing.
“So hows the new art piece going?” Ludicrous asked. “Notice you've made so much paint lately. What's it for?”
Lisa shook her head before getting to work finishing the first order. “I'm not sure yet. First I wanted to make another amoeba painting, but the wall already has three of them. Then I thought to do a plankton painting, but they're in every corner as it is.”
“Oh I know!” Ludicrous smiled. “How about the greatest painting you'll ever do in your life!”
Lisa looked up. “Sure, what are you thinking?” she asked, hopeful.
“Me!” Ludicrous yelled, startling poor old man dragonfly who had fallen asleep in a chair near him. Lisa shook her head and continued her work. “No I'm being serious you could add a crown, and a throne. I could be the great king that I always knew I was.”
She didn't look up again. "So what do you think: a green amoeba, or a rainbow plankton?”
“I already said 'me',” he said, walking out the door. “The prescription is on the counter. I'll be back in an hour to pick it up.” With a wave, he disappeared outside.
After work Lisa settled into the couch, and looked at her coffee table. It was filled to the brim with every colored chalk she could think of. Along the wall stood container after container of paint she had made. She had been working on amassing this collection of various materials for weeks now with no direction. You see, her canvas, a brick wall that exists solely for murals, was almost filled. It had one large spot open in the middle, and she wanted to save it for something special. Though she had been mulling it over for weeks she had nothing. Suddenly, she jumped a little when she heard the door bell ring.
“I am telling you I feel like you should do me as a great bee king on that wall.” Ludicrous insisted nonchalantly, walking in with no hello or invitation.
”No,” Lisa said. “I'll do me as the great moth queen before I do you as a king.”
Ludicrous sat on the couch, leaning forward. “It ought to at least be something. Having the center of the wall being bare is such an eyesore from my house.”
“I know,” she admitted, “but what should I draw?” She didn't want to just draw herself. That seemed self-glorifying.
Ludicrous smiled widely. “You should draw me, your best friend ever! And if you added a crown-” It was too late. Lisa had stopped listening at that point. Her eyes opened wide, then she stood up and started grabbing paints, and chalk, and ran out to the wall to start. Several hours later she had an outline of two figures, a bee and a moth. Best friends taking center stage on her wall of murals, and it looked great.
---Poem---
A brush strokes across a brick wall,
making a beautiful piece of art.
Everyone come one come all ,
come take part in seeing a moth make her mark,
adding a little color to a world so dull.
She adds a bit of green a little blue.
She considers every shade, and hue.
As she tries to make things so small,
Yet easily visible to all.
She paints a bee, a ladybug,
a couple amoeba that are flat like little rugs
a plankton, some krill.
Together they make a work of art
combined they show a moth's colorful heart.
Story and poem by mon1496
Lisa continued pounding the mixture into the bowl. Why was it that the local doctors always wanted to prescribe some specialty medication, not anything already in stock? Grumpily, she added another chemical to the mix. She'd much rather be mixing components to make a new chalk, not just something to help old man dragonfly with his aching wings.
The door rang as it was opened. “Hello I'll be there in a minute," she called without looking up.
A familiar voice rang back. “Don't you mean you'll BEE there?”
Lisa rolled her eyes and waved. It was a friend of hers named Ludicrous, a bee that lived across the street. “If you don't keep those puns to yourself I'll put the sting on you," she retorted.
“Haha I got it. Sting! You're getting better at puns. You are totally learning from the pun master right here.”
Lisa rolled her eyes again, and finished her mixture before walking to the counter. “What can I do for you?” she asked, brushing off her apron.
“Doc wants me to start taking vitamins," answered Ludicrous, "but he wants an extra 5mg of iron in the pill said you'd have to make it here.”
Lisa frowned. "Of course he did.” She reached for the prescription, and sighed at the almost illegible writing.
“So hows the new art piece going?” Ludicrous asked. “Notice you've made so much paint lately. What's it for?”
Lisa shook her head before getting to work finishing the first order. “I'm not sure yet. First I wanted to make another amoeba painting, but the wall already has three of them. Then I thought to do a plankton painting, but they're in every corner as it is.”
“Oh I know!” Ludicrous smiled. “How about the greatest painting you'll ever do in your life!”
Lisa looked up. “Sure, what are you thinking?” she asked, hopeful.
“Me!” Ludicrous yelled, startling poor old man dragonfly who had fallen asleep in a chair near him. Lisa shook her head and continued her work. “No I'm being serious you could add a crown, and a throne. I could be the great king that I always knew I was.”
She didn't look up again. "So what do you think: a green amoeba, or a rainbow plankton?”
“I already said 'me',” he said, walking out the door. “The prescription is on the counter. I'll be back in an hour to pick it up.” With a wave, he disappeared outside.
After work Lisa settled into the couch, and looked at her coffee table. It was filled to the brim with every colored chalk she could think of. Along the wall stood container after container of paint she had made. She had been working on amassing this collection of various materials for weeks now with no direction. You see, her canvas, a brick wall that exists solely for murals, was almost filled. It had one large spot open in the middle, and she wanted to save it for something special. Though she had been mulling it over for weeks she had nothing. Suddenly, she jumped a little when she heard the door bell ring.
“I am telling you I feel like you should do me as a great bee king on that wall.” Ludicrous insisted nonchalantly, walking in with no hello or invitation.
”No,” Lisa said. “I'll do me as the great moth queen before I do you as a king.”
Ludicrous sat on the couch, leaning forward. “It ought to at least be something. Having the center of the wall being bare is such an eyesore from my house.”
“I know,” she admitted, “but what should I draw?” She didn't want to just draw herself. That seemed self-glorifying.
Ludicrous smiled widely. “You should draw me, your best friend ever! And if you added a crown-” It was too late. Lisa had stopped listening at that point. Her eyes opened wide, then she stood up and started grabbing paints, and chalk, and ran out to the wall to start. Several hours later she had an outline of two figures, a bee and a moth. Best friends taking center stage on her wall of murals, and it looked great.
---Poem---
A brush strokes across a brick wall,
making a beautiful piece of art.
Everyone come one come all ,
come take part in seeing a moth make her mark,
adding a little color to a world so dull.
She adds a bit of green a little blue.
She considers every shade, and hue.
As she tries to make things so small,
Yet easily visible to all.
She paints a bee, a ladybug,
a couple amoeba that are flat like little rugs
a plankton, some krill.
Together they make a work of art
combined they show a moth's colorful heart.
Story and poem by mon1496
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