[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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[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[There's a sigh of relief]

Much, my paws were getting cold. It's bloody freezing here.

And I figured most of it out when I arrived.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine blinks. O-kay... invisible Australian with paws.]

That's because it's winter. You should have seen it a week ago. The whole castle was covered in ice!

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I know what winter is, Sheila. It doesn't mean I like it any. Spring is my area.

[...Uh oh] How did that happen? Was it sudden?

[wizard_redfive]

Would you rather talk inside then?

Not as sudden as other world changes. It was snowing a few days earlier. Then ice started creeping to the halls until one day we woke up and the place had iced over. Even the beds were covered in ice. And outside it looked like this [Her arms sweep out towards the snow covered grounds below.] but with an aurora!

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Much rather, thanks. [In the nice WARM]

...An aurora. [North was calling them? Maybe..maybe the other Guardians WERE already here, but elsewhere in the world. That would explain the lights, and the ice] Was anyone different...er anyone new around at that time?

[wizard_redfive]

All right. Inside it is then. [Dairine stands up, brushes the snow off her jacket, and starts to walk towards the door. Hoping that the invisible Bunnymund will follow, she keeps up the conversation.]

I'm sure there were some newcomers, though I didn't notice anyone in particular. It's hard to keep track of people when they come and go so frequently.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[And follow he does, glad to escape the snow]

They probably would have been in the same state as me, which makes it even harder to tell.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine opens the entrance door, looking back briefly in confusion.]

What? Invisible? [She thinks hard, mentally running over the journals' contents.] I don't think I heard of someone like that arriving recently. Unless you know a Mr. Many? [Please say no.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Rather, only visible to those who believe in them.

No, none of them use a name like that.

[wizard_redfive]

[Wait, what? She drops the Mr. Many thought upon this strange and rather confusing revelation.]

Then why can't I see you?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny shrugs, not that she can see it]

I don't know. Do you believe in the Easter Bunny? Likely not, if you can't see me. Rules are kinda bodgy, if you ask me.

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine gives the journal a skeptical look. 'Is he freaking kidding me?']

You're the Easter Bunny?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

The one and only, fair dinkum.

[wizard_redfive]

And I'm a Leprechaun. [Well, she DOES have Irish heritage...]

What'd you just call me?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No, you're not. He's shorter and smells like a brewery.

I didn't call you anything, it means it's a true fact. [Do none of you kids know what Australia is dear god]

[wizard_redfive]

Oh. [Well, that's one of the few times someone's been called shorter than her. (Dairine feels kinda pleased despite herself.) And she's American, what's you expect. She is not fluent in Australian slang.]

If you're the Easter Bunny, why do you sound Australian?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny needs people to take courses, he really does]

Because I live in Australia? Under it, technically. How everyone is always surprised by this I'll never get.

[wizard_redfive]

Because we don't come from Australia, and kids picture him... you... speaking like them. Quite frankly, most don't imagine a talking Easter Bunny at all.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

That would mean Australian kids would picture me speaking like them, and they'd be right. [Ugh no. You're one of THOSE] ...You don't picture me as a tiny pink fluffy thing, do you?

[God he hates that public image so much. DAMN YOU HALLMARK, YOU BURN IN HELL]

[wizard_redfive]

No. I pictured more a brownish fur color. Why would you be pink of all things?

[Fluffy though, yeah, she imagined he'd be fluffy. Most bunnies are.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

There are a lot of greeting cards that think I'm pink. It's a bloody embarrassment.

[wizard_redfive]

Oh, right. But they also sell plush bunnies in every color. [At least the pastel ones.] So unless your fur can change color like a chameleon, I wouldn't hold too much stock in department store images.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Yes. I'm aware. [Stupid cuddly fluffy bunnies everywhere] Last I checked, I had the same fur for a while.

[wizard_redfive]

Was my guess close? [Is your fur soft and brown?]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No. It's silver. [He'll doodle a few markings into the journal] Got me some darker markings, too.