Egg Hunt Mingle Post

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Who: Everyone
What: Egg hunting
When: Day 436
Where: Gefion Park
Rating: PG, PG-13 at most.

[Bunnymund had been waiting for the day it would FEEL like it was time for Easter, and that time was now, or as close as he could get to, anyway. And so, he set about hiding the eggs made by himself and others (making sure to send messages to those who wished to help, calling them to arms, as it was) until the park was full of a mixture of chocolate and toy eggs, for all to participate in.

Being all about hope, Bunny has not forgotten those who need help, either. There's a table to one side, with various boxes for others to donate to those who's lives were disrupted by the latest stream of disasters. Give a little, get a lot back, it seems.]

[[Mingle log for everyone, tag around and have fun!]]

Comments

that fucking username, i'm going to cry

[stakes]

[ Buffy is making the rounds, checking hiding places she remembers helping E. put eggs in, making sure they're not missing anything... Because even in a city this size, one smelly egg in a week is going to be incredibly unpleasant. She catches a glimpse of Mr. Grumpypants the Big Bad Wolf, watches him scraping off his shoe, and finds herself unable to stifle the laugh that starts to escape her lips. ]

Of course people still do this. It's fun... Maybe you've heard of it?

[ SORRY SORRY, she stops herself from laughing... For a second. ]

-- Are ya gonna need some help with that shoe?

FJAFALFMAo thank you i worked very hard on it

[thealphaaaaa]

[ That's a good point too. Why didn't Peter in his sarcastic state of buzzkillery think about spoiled hidden eggs. Yeah. A week from now if this place reeks he's so not taking any more daily strolls out here. When he hears laughter though, he does quirk a brow and stare over at the stranger.

Hearing people still did this, he flashed her a look of disbelief. ]

Really, in the age of internet memes and sexting, people are gonna settle on plastic egg hunts for entertainment?

[ Peter finally gives up getting the sticky demolished egg off of his shoe and turns to face her. ]

Offering to clean my shoes and we just met. I should be flattered.

it's flawless. my inner lydia is rolling her eyes tbh

[stakes]

[ Internet memes and sexting. Two things she can glean an idea of but things which, in 2003, which is the last year she remembers from home, aren't widespread. So they're things she quirks an eyebrow at. Majorly. Even so, they don't have that here. ]

I don't even know what a meme is. But, yes. Besides. There are kids here. They might as well have a little bit of fun.

[ She rolls her eyes. This guy this fuckin' guy... is exactly her type tbh but she's going to be annoyed at him. ]

Oh, I never offered to do it for you. I asked if you needed help.

[ A smug little grin crosses her face. ]

Especially since you stepped on one that I hid.

AS SHE SHOULD

[thealphaaaaa]

[ Peter stares at Buffy like she's so 2003. Which she apparently is. But he doesn't know that. Her admitting to not knowing what a meme is earns a sarcastic, overly dramatic sigh.

So's then talking about kids having fun. Why does that matter?

This asshole. ]

Aren't half of these kids orphans now anyway? Chocolate. Widespread malnutrition. And I was reprimanded for trivializing their livelihood.

[ It's like an eye-roll-off here. ]

Same difference.

[ Wait. What? She hid this egg? Peter gives Buffy a once over. Pauses. Then. ]

What are you? Like, twenty?

[ Rude. ]