Open RP: Happy Easter!

[tourettesbunny.livejournal.com]

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 :) ))

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[zombified-ed.livejournal.com]

Having somehow escaped the confines of his room (it was probably better not to ask how), Ed knew one thing. He was hungry. And being a zombie, one tended to crave flesh and organs, but he had a lingering memory that chocolate tasted good. Having found his way into the Great Hall by random selection of direction, Ed promptly stared mournfully at the chocolate and proceeded to pick up one to gnaw on.

He blinked, looked down at the easter egg, and blinked some more. Dude. His hand looked human. Ed raised the same hand and poked at his face, feeling regular skin instead of rotting flesh. "Well, shit," he said aloud. This was surprising.

[redonme.livejournal.com]

Shaun, loaded down with books, hardly paused to look at the chocolate--until he spotted--

"Ed?"

It was Ed. And, more importantly, he looked...alive. Gaping, Shaun dropped all his books, temporarily bereft of speech.

[zombified-ed.livejournal.com]

As he did with everything, Ed was taking the whole 'suddenly being human' thing completely in stride. Hey, if he could do it with a sudden zombie invasion, randomly being human again wasn't that hard to take in. Still, it was nice to actually be able to think again.

"Oh, hi Shaun," he commented casually, grinning around the chocolate he was still chewing on. "You dropped your books, you know."

[redonme.livejournal.com]

"Ed--you're...you're...you know, alive." Shaun, still gaping like a fish, didn't even notice his books. "When did this happen? And...and how?" It was a magic school and all, but he didn't think there was such a thing as spontaneous...life-giving-back-thingy.

[zombified-ed.livejournal.com]

"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."

[redonme.livejournal.com]

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.