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 :) ))

Comments

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"I have had Chinese food. I especially like Szechuan food."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"I liked the noodles. The peppers were very hot, though. You know, if you ask the elves here to make it, they will! And they don't put things in it. Not things that make you little or turn you into a puppy, anyway."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

He had to laugh at that. "I'll keep that in mind, Aayla."

His arms were getting tired holding her, so he walked over to a bench and sat down, letting her sit on his lap.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

She curled up happily. With the fur, he reminded her of a Wookiee in a suit. Except much shorter. "Wookiees don't have tails," she felt the need to inform him. "Which House are you in?"

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"No, they don't. I'm in Hufflepuff." Making damned sure no one saw him, he started stroking her lekku, much like one would stroke a human girl's hair.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

No one had done that for her in years, not since she was a youngling in the Temple. She closed her eyes happily, letting her lekku twitch in delight. "I'm in Gryffindor."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"That's a good house for a Jedi to be in." He absentmindedly scratched his ear while scratching her lekku.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"It's okay. There's another Jedi there, but she's from after I was dead for a long time." She settled back, yawning. "You're a very nice person."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"I..." Nice? Him? He hasn't been called nice in a long time. Efficient, yes. A bastard, yes. Some unintelligable Scandinavian words after he saved Toki and Skwisgaar, yes.

But not nice.

He didn't think he could still be nice.

"Thank you. And you're a very sweet young lady."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"I'm not that young. I'm thirty years old." Not that you could tell, since she looked approximately five or six at the moment. "But thank you."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

There's a smirk. "Not now you aren't."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"I suppose not," she had to admit. "It's very strange. Not in a bad way, though."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"So is my...predicament, and I can't really complain."

He almost got the tail under control, but then it started wagging again.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"Is your brain any different? I think mine is, but how is yours?"

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"My brain?" He thought for a second. "I seem to be nicer than usual but other than that, there's no real difference."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

Aayla didn't question that. He was nice enough now, and that was currently the important thing. "If I was to throw a ball, would you want to run after it? Or would that be too undignified?" People in suits were dignified, she was very sure of this. It probably made no difference if they were currently half-dog.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather not. I'm not as young as I used to be."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

She nodded seriously. "There's a kind of magic I've heard about where you can turn into animals. I bet if they had a class right now you'd have the highest grade."

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Well, I don't know about that. And what use would that ability...be..." and his mind pondered the various uses turning into an animal would have. He shook his head.

"Anyway, there isn't a class, so let's not worry about that, right Aayla?"

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"It would be very useful in spying and infiltrating." Dimly, she remembered a handful of missions she had been on where it could have been useful to be a simple hawk-bat flitting around without notice. Just as quickly, the memories were gone, replaced by current events. "This school doesn't have many classes," she informed him.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Yes, and that's quite peculiar...." Truth be told, there had been only one class since he was sorted.

This school was peculiar.

He gave her lekku another scratch.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you think you're a nice person?" He certainly seemed nice to her. Especially with the lekku-scratching.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"When you work where I do, you can't afford to be nice." Rather cryptic, he knew, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about being the manager of Dethklok to a little girl (even if she was 30 in reality.)

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

Aayla looked up at him and waited patiently for any further explanation. She could be patient. For all of about a handful of minutes, at the moment, but she was interested to hear more.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

She had those eyes. Eyes that easily knew how to plead. Eyes that could melt Hitler's heart.

Better start small.

"Have you heard of a band called Dethklok?"