paradisa | [1] 87 Days Until Easter

[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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[Let her think back to her history lessons.] Santa's Russian?

That's good to hear. But the fear is still there.

He is, born and raised.

[He chuckles] I'm not sure how well he'd take the fear part.

An Australian Easter Bunny, Russian Santa... Anyone else I should know about?

[Dairine laughs too.] What? He's intimidating! Surely he's figured that out by now.

The Tooth Fairy comes from India.

He does, but he gets...carried away with the jolly thing. He's a big kid, really. [Never grew up, like a fat annoying peter pan]

[Dairine blinks.] The Tooth Fairy too? Well... can't say I saw that one coming. India seems a rather long distance to fly to reach the States.

I guess that makes sense. How else would he know what toys to get?

She doesn't do much fieldwork herself any more. She can split herself into smaller forms, they do most of the wingwork.

You should see his workshop. Can't move for the bloody things.

Split herself? [That sounds... painful, honestly. But then again, there were spells that had similar effects without causing any damage. She had even used the copy function herself.] So she has an army of little fairies?

You've been there before?

She does. Mischievous little buggers they are too.

The workshop? A few times, when he's summoned us together.

Oh? Did they paint teeth on all your Easter Eggs or something?

Summoned? [Care to explain?]

No, but I bet they would if they got given a chance.

He calls us together. He's got these...well they look like the Northern Lights. When we need to meet up, we usually do it at the workshop.

...Bloody cold place to meet up if you ask me.

[Northern Lights, huh? So that's why he was so interested in the Christmas world change.]

What does he call you for? Holiday meetings?

You could ask if they could meet up at your place next time.

No. Only official business. Usually. [He's probably called them drunk on eggnog before]

...No. I had them over once and...no. I think I'd rather keep my space my own. [Surrounded by the relics of his dead species. HEALTHY]

What, and holidays aren't official business for you?

Didn't go over so well?

He handles Christmas, I handle Easter. We only interfere in each other's work when it's an emergency.

...At least they tried? [Yeah that's the best he can say really]

[An emergency? What kind of emergency would the holidays face? Do they swap chocolate when the other runs out?]

Does that happen often?

That bad, huh.

[More like pyshos trying to take over the world again, but details]

Not really.

At least they didn't wreck anything.

[Attempting world domination on a holiday? How rude.]

I'd hope they're better houseguests than that.

[So rude]

Beggars can't be choosers, I guess.

I'm having a hard time picturing you beg for anything.

[Dairine glances back to where they came from.]

Do you think that poppy will be all right out there? It's not exactly its season.

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I avoid it when I can.

[He glances that way, too]

It'll be fine. My flowers are special.

[Well, that was reassuring. But Dairine still intends to go back up there later, ask the flower itself, and transfer it to a flowerpot if it'll like to get out of the cold. Wouldn't do to let it freeze.]

So that was you?

The one on the rooftop? Yes.

So you... heard... all that?

[WERE YOU EAVESDROPPING ON HER SOB-FEAST, RABBIT?]

Didn't mean to, and to be fair I was on the roof first.

[A furious glare crosses her face 'cause HOW DARE YOU SEE HER EMOTIONS, but it quickly passes. It wasn't his fault. Dairine lets out a resigned sighs, turning away.]

Serves me right I guess. I should have know better than to use a public place for a private conversation.

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