[1] 87 Days Until Easter

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunnymund is quite used to having Weird Things happen to him. It's just what you deal with when you become a Guardian, and you need to roll with the punches. That's not to say he wasn't worried when he woke up in an actual bedroom in a place he'd never been before. Far from it. He was VERY worried.

It didn't help that his tunnels didn't get him anywhere familiar either. Still, he's held off on panicking completely until night has come, and Paradisa's big blue moon looms high in the sky. Anyone who believes in the existence of the Easter Bunny will see a 6'1 rabbit, standing on the roof, apparently having a conversation with the moon. A very one sided conversation]

Okay. I get that you have your cryptic ways and we just need to deal with them, but I really don't understand what I'm doing here. This isn't Earth, and I thought I was needed there more than anywhere. So if you could give me a few pointers, explain what you want me to do here? She'll be apples. [Silence] Anything at all. [Silence] No? Ripper. Thanks for nothing.

[Muttering a little darkly to himself, he finally opens the journal, watching the words form into it as he speaks. They might not be able to HEAR him, but he wonders if this stupid magical book will let them see the WORDS he speaks. Okay. Speaking to the mortals. He can do this]

I've been leafing through this magical book since I rocked up in this place, and I figure I've got most of this mess figured out. But I've got an important question. Why're you talking about New Years? Is it January here? [Because if it is, well, that's his prep time sliced MORE than in half]

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[schrodingersghost]

....Oh, ha ha. Very cute. So what are you, the bunny ghost? The drawing bunny ears ghost?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He'l write one word beneath the snow bunny:]

Easter.

[Take that, you creepy Frost-a-like]

[schrodingersghost]

You have to be kidding me.

[Danny slumps in midair.]

I refuse to believe Dad was actually right about the easter bunny ghost trying to replace all the fudge in the world with mind-controlling chocolate and evil ectoplasmic eggs.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny stares at him in disbelief for a moment]

You- you what? Mate, that is not what the Easter Bunny is all about.

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny gives the bunny a doubtful look.]

The many miserable easters of my childhood say differently. Or maybe that was just Dad.

...And I probably don't want to know the answer, but why are you Australian?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It's about hope and rebirth. And Spring.

[Bunny folds his arms a little]

Why wouldn't I be Australian, is the question you should be asking.

[schrodingersghost]

...A hippie australian easter rabbit ghost? Huh that might beat out the old yiddish ghost vultures in fezzes for weirdness.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

...Did you just call me a feral? Bringing spring is not the same thing.

[He doesn't lie about smoking pot for one thing]

[schrodingersghost]

I have no idea what you just said.

And why does someone have to bring spring. I actually do pay attention in science, you know.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

A feral. A hippie.

I've brought spring to Earth before humans came along. Science only goes so far.

[schrodingersghost]

...And here I thought the ghosts could get weird.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

You keep talking about ghosts. [He'll leave that open. Are you going to EXPLAIN Danny?]

[schrodingersghost]

Its what I'm used to dealing with. No offense, but up till today the only place I'd expect to see a talking rabbit your size is the ghost zone. Of course most of them kind of suck as conversationalists. Its all carrots of DOOM and beware.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Welp, thinking about giant ghosts rabbits when all the other giant rabbits in your species are DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD is unpleasant]

So...these other rabbits are ghosts?

[schrodingersghost]

Ghosts can be anything.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

But these were bunnies. Did they look like me? [He might be fixated on this a tiny bit too much. There's that spark of Hope inside him that never dies, but sometimes it can trip even him up]

[schrodingersghost]

Not really. They were more... green.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Did they say how they died?

[schrodingersghost]

...Most ghost animals really aren't much for conversation. And even if they did talk, most ghosts aren't really interested in talking about their deaths. Its kind of morbid. And rude.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

So...there's no way of knowing where they came from at all? [He should know better, really. They're gone and that's that. Nothing he can do about it regardless]

[schrodingersghost]

I could make some good guesses, considering the situation. It was a hunting lodge, after all.

[He shrugs.] All the animal ghosts there turned on Vlad pretty quick after I pointed out what the decorations were.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

A...hunting lodge?[As horrifying that thought is, he hopes this means it isn't THEM. They were warriors, after all. They didn't go down by being merely hunted]

I can bet they did.

[schrodingersghost]

Creepy place. If I have any say in it, I am never going back there. [Not least because of the secret cloning lab in the basement.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

If it's full of ghosts, I can't really blame you.

[schrodingersghost]

My entire life is full of ghosts.