http://tourettesbunny.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] tourettesbunny.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2007-04-14 01:03 pm

Open RP: Happy Easter!

Although the Easter Bunny arrived in time for Easter, he was rather woefully late in spreading the Easter joy to Hogwarts. This may have been because he was sleeping 16 hours a day, because he'd tried playing DDR in the Gryffindor common room, or just because he was extremely lazy.

Today, anybody that wandered through the Great Hall might actually find their eyes hurting from the sheer amount of shiny-wrapped chocolate eggs, piled in dozens of baskets and of many different colors. Some of the eggs had items inside, detectable by the rattling one would hear upon shaking them; the items would range from anything from more chocolate to any kind of toy one could imagine. Attached to all the baskets is this note:

Happy Easter, biznatches.

Don't moan and whine about how it's late, I KNOW. I had better things to be doing, so you get your chocolate now. If you need me, just holler. I'll be around the room somewhere.

The Easter Bunny


((OOC: Chocolate plot! As is usual, any chocolate that is consumed may or may not have magical effects upon the character that consumes it; what happens (or doesn't happen) is entirely up to the muns :) ))

[identity profile] zombified-ed.livejournal.com 2007-04-17 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Fucked if I know!" Ed remarked cheerfully in the face of Shaun's utter surprise. "Just now, actually," he continued, answering Shaun's questions in reverse order. Upon glancing down, he noted that he was still wearing his rather gore and blood-covered clothing. Yummy. Except, really not. But he had more important things to say. "Mate, how fucking awesome was my death? I was all gun blazing and smoking, it was brilliant."

[identity profile] redonme.livejournal.com 2007-04-18 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Shocked as he was, Shaun had to laugh. "Only you, man--I dunno anyone else who would come back and say their death was awesome." He bent and started picking up his books. "We've got to figure out what happened--see if we can keep it up, I mean. No offense, mate, but you're a better conversationalist when you can actually talk." See, hanging around Liz really had broadened his vocabulary...he could use words like 'conversationalist' now.