[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]

...Excuse me?

[not_mafia]

You know, if you wanted me to believe something like that, you could have at least done it when it was actually Easter.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

I didn't come here on purpose. I was trapped here, same as you. And it was Easter where I just came from.

[not_mafia]

Right. I'm not that gullible, you know.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

It doesn't matter if you're gullible or not. Doesn't change the facts. And the fact is? I am who I am.

[not_mafia]

Yeah, sure. And you're best friends with Santa Claus, I bet.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

'Best friends' is going a bit far. [They are SO best friends] We call him North.

[not_mafia]

Uh-huh. [Said in the tone that doesn't believe you for a second, Bunny.] When are you going to drop the act?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

There's not an act to drop, you dill.

[not_mafia]

Yeah right! I'm not falling for this a second time, so you can just forget it!

[wow sure is getting defensive over this all of a sudden. He pointedly closes the journal and tosses it off to the side.]

Man, I just can't get rid of them, can I, Natsu?

Gao?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Ugh you know what fine you little weirdo. Bunny rolls his eyes, hopping off the roof]

Bloody whacker.