❄ first snow

[snowstorms]

[Despite waking up in a weird room, Jack isn't one to spend a lot of time indoors. He explores the outside of the castle instead, one hand on the journal, the other wrapped firmly around his staff. He is easy enough to see: a pale, lanky boy sliding along banisters, drawing frost ferns on the windowpanes, and even surfing down the roof on a ramp of ice.]

Pretty interesting read, I gotta say. [A cold wind ruffles the pages of the journal as he goes.] And magical too, if the transcription means anything.

Hey, magic book! Can you answer a couple questions? Like, ah, which way is home? I think I got turned around somewhere, even though that... doesn't usually happen.

Another thing. Didn't we already have Easter? [The cheer in his voice starts to fade.] Whoever wrote down the date in here is... more than a month off.

That's... weird.

[ooc: Feel free to catch him flying around like a lunatic or over the journal, just specify which!]

Comments

1/I will tell you when I am done

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[...

That. Voice]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Okay. No. Castle this is NOT OKAY. First you give him three days of abject humiliation and then you do this?

When he said he wanted another Guardian here he meant any of them but THIS one]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Damnit he is not in the mood for all the agro this little hoon will cause him. He does not have the requisite social skills to deal with this damn kid like the others have

Okay. Okay. He can do this. He can be calm, and collected and Not Murder Jack. He CAN do this]

ok done

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Looks like they'll let any ratbag in this place.

[...Yeah okay he tried]

LOL

[snowstorms]

[Jack responds by sounding overly excited. And very sarcastic.]

Bunny! It's so good to see you! Apparently Easter hasn't happened here yet. You missed a spot. Good job.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Ugh, go away, Frost. Except don't]

I don't 'miss spots', you showpony. This isn't even Earth, or anywhere I even heard of before.

[snowstorms]

[iyaaan so tsundere bunny chan]

You're kidding.

[Oh god. He's not kidding.]

Then how-- how are we supposed to do the whole Guardian thing? We can't just stay in one place year-round! We have things to do! I have things to do!

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

From what people tell me, time freezes back home. When this bloody stupid place gets bored of us and sends us back, we go to the same point it took us from, as if nothing happened.

[Then, a though irritably] You think I don't have things to do?

[No. No. Calm. He can do this. Caaaalllllm]

There are kids here, Jack. Kids from worlds and lives worse than I've seen in a long time. They need Guardians.

...They need us. [Plus, you know, he already sold you down the river in promising them you'd help them, so good luck with that]

Unless of course, you're not feeling up to the task.

[snowstorms]

So that means you have to do Easter twice in one year. [Surprisingly, he sounds sympathetic.] You need help?

[But Bunny continues, and the more he divulges, the less Jack likes this place. He stops where he is, hovering in midair, his cold fingers grasping the book as he tries to make sense of it.]

They... need us? Well of course I'm up to it! [He's still in his first month of being an official guardian. HE CAN'T QUIT NOW. That's who he is!

But there's an undercurrent of darkness in everything he's been told that makes him uncomfortable, not unlike when he first awoke.

Even Jack Frost can shiver.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It does, and I can't access the Warren here. [Which, as much as he loves the loner thing, he knows he NEEDS the help. The eggs won't paint themselves] Actually...I could use a hand. I lost the first three days in the month when this place decided to go tropo on us. Again.

[He won't admit it, of course, but there's a tiny sliver of pride to see Jack willing to step up to the plate. To take his vow seriously. Good job, kid]

Good. There's even a couple who could use your specific skill set. [He may or may not have implied to one of them that Jack as a fairy. Oops]

[snowstorms]

[He studies the journal for a moment.] What if we got some kids to help paint the eggs, too? You could let them keep a couple to tide them over, but it'd definitely cut down on the workload. Obviously, the hiding part would be left to the eggxperts.

[Going to hell for that pun, by the way.

He perks up at that last part.]

What? Really? [And it's kind of pathetic how EXCITED he sounds to be relevant, but that's Jack for you.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

A couple have offered already. Some of them might be stubborn enough to do it regardless of what I'd say.

[Then, there is silence. A LONG JUDGING SILENCE]

Don't do that again.

[Bad Jack. No egg puns]

Yeah, some of them have...snow powers that they're trying to get to grips with. I told them you'd be the best one for the job. [Look, Jack, he said something nice about you. Maybe he was drunk] You know, what with you being a snow-making hoon and all.

[snowstorms]

Might as well let them join in, right? I always thought painting eggs was... somewhat entertaining.

[He chuckles at the judging silence, but he doesn't apologize for the awful pun. Jack isn't sorry in the slightest.]

And here I thought I was the only one. I'll see what I can do for these friends of yours. [It's only recently that he's figured out the extent of what he can and can't do, thanks to fighting Pitch, but he'll do his best. After all, Bunny pretty much just conned him into it.] You do know how to make friends, right?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I'm glad you think that because there's going to be a lot of them. [And his tone suggests Jack will be trapped in egg painting duties for a while]

Just because I didn't try to make friends with you, doesn't mean I can't do it with other people, y'know.

[snowstorms]

Oh, boy. I'll definitely have to get some people into it.

[He almost snorts.]

I'm so glad you found people willing to put up with your seasonal shedding.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...Excuse me?

You try being covered in fur and not shed, you little albino ratbag. At least I don't make snow fall every time I feel ~sad~.

[snowstorms]

[NOW he snorts, and entirely derisively.]

I do not make it snow when I'm sad. I make it snow because it's fun!

Besides, I don't want to hear anything from a guy who turns into something harmless and cute when the chips are down.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Yes you bloody well do! Actually 'snow' is probably your default emotional reaction to things. Probably should get that checked out, mate.

[Oh you did not] I'm not harmless I can still bite your bloody ears off! And it's not my fault. I didn't pick for that to happen to me, you know.

[Muttered, somewhat childishly] I bet you'd melt.

[snowstorms]

Sure, I'll get that checked out-- as soon as you see a vetenarian.

[This is some quality friendship right here.]

Everything but my cold little heart, I assure you. And maybe a stylish top hat.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

There's not a vet on Earth who'd know how to deal with me. Not that I need to see one.

[The best quality friendship]

The others would mourn you. [Not Bunny though]

[snowstorms]

Oh, so you took care of the flea problem? Good to know.

[He smirks.]

I'd come back next winter, though. The last thing I want to do is make you cry.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I don't have a flea problem.

[Bunny groans]

Yeah, you've be back. The proverbial bad penny forever, aren't you?

[snowstorms]

[He chuckles, surprisingly warm.]

Well, someone has to remind you what fun is.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny rolls his eyes, but at least isn't engaging in violence. Look how better he's getting!]

I don't need fun in my life, thanks.

Not your sort of fun, anyway.

[snowstorms]

[GOOD JOB, BUNNY. You're almost trustworthy around kids!]

Ouch. You are a sorry case if I ever saw one.