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paradisalogs2013-03-23 11:05 pm
thatrabbitsdynamite) wrote in paradisalogs2013-03-23 11:05 pm
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Eight Days Until Easter
Who: Bunnymund and YOU
What: Googie training
When: Today
Where: In the gardens
Rating: Its the goddamn Easter Bunny, it's as child friendly as you can possibly get.
With the vast majority of his eggs painted, Bunnymund has taken a break to cover another important part of Easter preparation. He's stood on a rock, a small group of about twenty googies waiting expectantly, their newly painted shells glimmering in the winter sunlight.
"Okay, troops!" Bunny calls to them. "We've got eight days left, and a lot of work left to do. So let me see how good you're getting at this."
He pulls out a stopwatch, waving it in front of the little coloured eggs.
"I want the time shaved. Remember, we've not just got anklebiters here, we've got adults and no dream sand to keep them knocked out while we work. We've got to be fast, okay? Ready. Set. GO!"
And with that, the eggs scramble (ba dum bump) racing off to various places in the garden, hiding themselves away. All except one, which toddles itself into a snowdrift, its sad little spindly legs waving around in some distress. Bunny sighs, plucking the little egg up.
"I know, Squigs. The snow isn't helping any. We're just going to have to adapt if it's not gone before Easter."
[[OOC: As always only people who believe in the Easter Bunny can see him. The googies are completely visible to everyone, though]]
What: Googie training
When: Today
Where: In the gardens
Rating: Its the goddamn Easter Bunny, it's as child friendly as you can possibly get.
With the vast majority of his eggs painted, Bunnymund has taken a break to cover another important part of Easter preparation. He's stood on a rock, a small group of about twenty googies waiting expectantly, their newly painted shells glimmering in the winter sunlight.
"Okay, troops!" Bunny calls to them. "We've got eight days left, and a lot of work left to do. So let me see how good you're getting at this."
He pulls out a stopwatch, waving it in front of the little coloured eggs.
"I want the time shaved. Remember, we've not just got anklebiters here, we've got adults and no dream sand to keep them knocked out while we work. We've got to be fast, okay? Ready. Set. GO!"
And with that, the eggs scramble (ba dum bump) racing off to various places in the garden, hiding themselves away. All except one, which toddles itself into a snowdrift, its sad little spindly legs waving around in some distress. Bunny sighs, plucking the little egg up.
"I know, Squigs. The snow isn't helping any. We're just going to have to adapt if it's not gone before Easter."
[[OOC: As always only people who believe in the Easter Bunny can see him. The googies are completely visible to everyone, though]]
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