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

[honouraryfitz]

Rusty hasn't really been thinking about Easter, since it was autumn back home; when she wakes up in the morning in Asgard, it still feels like a surprise to realize things are green and growing. So when she goes walking in the park this morning, it doesn't occur to her to look around for eggs until she just about steps on one.

"Hey--where'd this come from?" She picks it up and glances around for some sign from the universe. Someone bemoaning a lost chocolate egg, maybe. But no one seems to have lost anything, and after a moment, she realizes just what's going on. They'd had Easter egg hunts back in the States; she and Skeet would compete to see who could find the most eggs, and then they'd all stuffed themselves with candy and chocolate and hard-cooked eggs after. It occurs to her, belatedly, that while she and the Omsks had their fun, her brother and the Hatherlys and everyone else in England was going without.

Well, she'd share with them now if she could. For now, she guesses she'll just look for a few more eggs. She's pretty sure twelve is a little old for egg-hunting, but maybe she can find someone younger to share her spoils with.

[boogerman]

There's the familiar clipclop of hooves as Pitch rides right into the park, with a basket of goodies of his own. Toy eggs with who-knows-what inside, and he looks smug, proud of himself.

Besides helping with the eggs, he's come to check out the donation boxes... happy to take anything that looks interesting or useful.

It's broad daylight. Cause a scene, go on. Make him look like a victim.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

For those looking for Bunnymund himself, they might have a job. He enjoys hiding himself, after all, during his egg hunts. The smarter though, might notice giant Bunny prints in the ground, and should they choose to follow them, they will find him sunning himself in a quiet spot, enjoying listening to the laughter his holiday brings.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Bunny has found him, and is looking very much like he's trying not to explode in a furry ball of fury in front of all the children. He does quickly put himself between Pitch and the donation boxes, face scowling.

"You're not welcome here. Jog on."

[boogerman]

"No." He sidesteps the rabbit, poking through a box. "Let's not fight in front of the kids and scare them on Easter. I'm doing no harm."

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Bunny follows his movements, trying to block him off again.

"You're always doing harm," he points at Pitch's basket. "Like those. What are those?"

[boogerman]

"Eggs, cottontail. What did you think they were?"

He dances to the right, basket on his arm. He will get to those boxes.

Dad No. Dad Stop.

[fearsdaughter]

"I will take those for you."

She's standing almost directly between him and the party, arms crossed and glare firmly in place. You're not going to wreck another holiday with your shenannigans Pitch.

:D

[boogerman]

He's on a horse. Can she stop a horse with her measly new powers? He's counting on that being a no.

"Don't be greedy. You can have one. They're mostly empty, anyway. I ran out of sweets."

[fearsdaughter]

"You aren't a being of charity."

She doesn't have to use her spiffy new powers to do anything, she's just going to be in the way. Forever.

[boogerman]

"It's Easter!"

He tosses her down one egg and steers the horse around her, smirking.

[fearsdaughter]

"And the one running this and you have been enemies since the day you crawled out of the abyss, I'm not a moron."

She catches it, before... throwing it at his head.

[boogerman]

"Hope that I've--yah!" Now people might be looking at them, and he isn't the one who seems obnoxious.

Good.

"You didn't open it."

I HOPE THIS PROSE IS OKAY BECAUSE I'M LAZY

[digophelia]

[Someone should really, really be making sure Alice doesn't do something very irrational, because she's practically mowing people down when she sees him. Ironically, with the knightmare hobby horse over her shoulder. She may be a little too giddy upon doing so, because by now, Alice has just more than the vorpal blade this time around.]

What on earth do you think you're doing, you idiot?

[digophelia]

[Long before Alice is out for blood, she's finally caught up to the rabbit, a little tired, maybe haggard, but all around happy to see him.]

Bunny! I see that you managed to do your specialty.

[boogerman]

Taking a walk through the part, you dunce.

[At the moment, he's leading the horse by the reins, about to plant his eggs around the area, innocently.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Bunny keeps moving, getting in the way.

"The boxes aren't for you," he shakes his head. "And I don't trust any eggs you come carrying. Just take them and bugger off."

[digophelia]

See yourself out of here; we don't have time for the likes of you.

[Does Alice care if she makes a scene? Of course not. She's itching to smack him around no thanks to Maglor.]

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[He throes her a happy smile.]

I'm just glad I managed to pull it off, and that this place wasn't falling apart when it was the right time.

[boogerman]

Make me. Egg?

[Look, he's even offering one to her.]

[boogerman]

"No, and no. Don't be so selfish, you don't need all these things."

He darts forward, shoving his hands into a box and snatching whatever he can.

[digophelia]

[REALLY, PITCH, REALLY? Alice won't fly off the handle quite yet; she's still remembering what Maglor has taught her about not letting him out of her sight and to keep her temper in check.]

Go now.

[digophelia]

It's very well deserving, especially after everything that's happened here.

[He did say it is about hope and it's a fairly nice distraction, fairly peaceful. Up until something else happens, but for now Alice will ignore that.]

[boogerman]

Don't let anyone see you beating on a poor, starving unarmed man harmlessly enjoying Easter.

[digophelia]

[Once again, if anyone knows Alice she isn't one to smile and when she does, you know it's not a good thing. She has the hobby horse in her hands and with a very unsettling glint in her eyes.]

Of course not. But then there was the part I don't give a damn about beating on a poor, unsuspecting soul.