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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[schizowarrior.livejournal.com]

Molly hadn't yet met the Easter Bunny, but more importantly she hadn't had an opportunity to learn that you should never, ever leave anything left out for common consumption. With a shrug and a "Why not?" she unwrapped one and munched.

It took perhaps thirty seconds for her to realize something wasn't right. Thirty seconds, a brief feeling that all her molecules had just been squashed and snapped out again, and a soundless explosion between her ears.

"What the hell was that?" she asked--and jumped at the sound of her own voice, which didn't sound like her voice at all.

And, for once, by some seeming miracle, the Narrator said nothing. He was, for the moment at least, completely gone.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

Aayla was usually on her guard against unknown food and drink. In fact, she made it a policy to advise others to be on their guard as well. However, this particular morning she was distracted by a text on defensive magic. Instead of a plate of miniature muffins, she grabbed a plate with some unwrapped chocolate eggs on it instead.

Belatedly, she realized that in the blink of an eye, she was tiny, and... craving more chocolate. And something cute and fluffy to play with. And she was getting the urge to run up to the nearest person, smack them while screaming "You're it!" and running away.

[dresdenfile.livejournal.com]

Hey, free food. Chocolate, too. The little girl seemed to be enjoying hers, so I grabbed one and unwrapped it as I made my way to Gryffindor. It wasn't half bad, though it had an odd undertaste I couldn't name....

I've had a lot of weird shit happen to me. I've been chased by giant scorpions, and had flaming monkey poo thrown at me, and resurrected a dinosaur zombie, but I've never suddenly fallen over, twitched, and stood up a foot and a half shorter than I'd been, trying to hold my pants up with one hand while I blinked like an idiot. Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened.

"..."

[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.

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Susan, passing through, spotted the candy and the note and stopped dead.

"Oh, not again," she muttered. She knew better than to eat one of them, but she wouldn't mind taking one to study--maybe, if she tried some reverse thaumaturgy, she could figure out just what was in them and why they did...everything they did. Nabbing one, she stuck it in her pocket and moved on, blissfully unaware of the fact that she'd gotten chocolate residue on her fingers.

Her fate was merely delayed.

[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."

[brenda-johnson.livejournal.com]

Brenda Johnson, supremely efficient LAPD deputy chief, had but one mortal weakness, and to her chagrin it was a hopelessly girly one. It took every ounce of her strength to pass up sweets. And since she'd been at Hogwarts, she'd had but little reason to pass them up.

Which was why, when she saw the basket of Easter eggs, she ate one without a second thought. And found herself feeling a little more...virile.

"Oh my," she said in a surprisingly deep (though still Southern) voice. She looked around for a reflective surface and saw a male face staring back at her.

"Oh my goodness."

[whoopwhoowhoop.livejournal.com]

"What's this? Food for Zoidberg!?"

*salivates*

*gobbles*

*clearly, no bad will come of this!*

[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.

[lionesscersei.livejournal.com]

(( As arranged OOCly. ))

Cersei had no idea what 'biznatches' might mean, otherwise things might have turned out very differently.

As it was, the word did not feature in Westerosi slang. So Cersei saw absolutely nothing untoward in the note left by the ... holiday rabbit? ... and took one of the ovoid chocolates.

It tasted delightful.

However, she was not able to hold it long, as by the third nibble her hands had abruptly transformed into claws.

Crustacean claws ...

By the Seven, I have turned into food!

Desperate to avoid notice, the anthropomorphised lobster who had once been Cersei Lannister scurried out of the Great Hall, to lay low until this latest bizarreness was over.

[whoopwhoowhoop.livejournal.com]

*CHANGE IN NARRATIVE STYLE!*

Three eggs in, Zoidberg started to notice some changes. His shell, formerly stalwart and rosy-hued, turned a squishy shade of pink. His claws, devastating weapons of destruction, became tiny and frail. He had those fancy opposable thumbs, all the young folks were on about!

And...what was this? Breasts? And a pert bottom?

"Hm. Must be that time of the month, I think!" Zoidberg shrugged, and went back to eating everything in sight. Only in a far sexier manner.

[jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com]

Wilson was in no way Christian. He was born and raised by Judaism, on a normal occasion would have been celebrating Passover and certainly not Easter. Hell, his initials were even JEW. Yes, that was how much he bled the Jewishness. The concept of rabbits laying eggs never made sense to him anyway, no matter how many people tried to explain that it was somehow breaking the cycle of evolution to revert bunnies away from their mammal ways to represent... rebirth or something.

Free chocolate, however, he was not going to argue with in the slightest, even if it was late. For the Easter that he didn't celebrate. It was chocolate, God, who was gonna pass that up? Dubious as it was that the Easter Bunny would say 'biznatches' (he'd thankfully missed that sorting), he grabbed at one on the plate with a grateful sort of look in his eyes and popped it into his mouth. Guh, it was even caramel.

Of course, had he paid a single bit of attention to any of the many times chocolate had been placed on trays in this school, he would have known better. And that free chocolate at Hogwarts came with consequences. Because, well, moments after he'd swallowed said chocolate, needless to say, Wilson was, er, missing certain assets. And had happened to come upon a few more.

...Oh, dear.

[fw-darcy.livejournal.com]

Darcy picked up a chocolate egg and was surprised to find it was heavy.

He unwrapped it, broke the hollow egg in half and ate the top, and turned the bottom over to drop the object inside into his other hand. Then he ate the bottom, too, because it was getting a wee bit sticky.

The object inside, surprisingly clean, was a ball about the size of a golf ball. A mirrored disco ball.

The lights whirled and flashed off the mirrors, almost in a rhythm...a fascinating rhythm, even...

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Susan, having not partaken of the free munchies, stopped dead on sight of Mr. Darcy.

"...Oh dear." She'd never seen this particular effect before. "Mister Darcy, are you feeling all right?" For all she knew, this batch of chocolate had been poisoned, but she highly doubted she'd be able to convince anyone to go to the hospital wing--or that anything could be done, even if she did.

[fw-darcy.livejournal.com]

"Ahh, Miss Sto Helit!" Darcy felt himself smile at the sight of his new acquaintance. Smile rather uncharacteristically widely, actually. Almost painfully.

"Yes, yes, I feel quite all right. Rather...full of energy, in fact. Why would you ask?"

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Chocolate? The Easter Bunny? Well, that was peculiar.

Ofdensen stared at the large array of chocolates. He turned away from them to look at the people. He quietly nipped one and ate it.

His head began to itch and he scratched it.

Wait a minute....what is that? Fur?

Something whapped him on the back of his leg.

Is that a tail?

Ofdensen conjured up a mirror, and stared in horror as he saw dog ears, tail, and claws sprouted out of him.

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Oh, gods. Well, at least it didn't seem to be harming him at all. "I noticed the, uh, little ornament," she said, choosing to ignore the 'full of energy' remark--that was fairly self-evident, really. "Where did you get it, may I ask?"

[fw-darcy.livejournal.com]

"What, this?" He turned the ball slightly, and the tempo of his tapping feet changed with the light. "I ate one of these chocolate Easter eggs. This was inside."

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

All right, Susan was hard put not to smile--it wasn't fair; Mr. Darcy was hardly in control of his own actions. She'd never heard of anything being inside the chocolates before, though.

"I should be careful," she said. "In this place, you might well run into someone--or something."

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a Felucian cat-bunny, (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/T%27da) but it was fluffy enough to attract newly de-aged Aayla's attention. "Puppy!" she yelled, running over on suddenly much-shorter legs, arms outstretched, tripping over too-long Jedi robes.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

"Ack!" Why did he look half animal, and why is this....alien kid looking at him?

"Can I help you?"

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

A talking puppy! "Shistavanen! (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Image:Shistavanen_NEGAS.jpg)" she yells instead. "Except not really... Good enough!" She holds out her arms. "Hug?"

[angelicbadboy.livejournal.com]

Brice had gotten chocolate for Easter already and was quite pleased with what he had, actually. But hey, passing up free food? ...Ah, no. Free candy was always appreciated and besides, his girlfriend had a major sweet tooth. Bringing her chocolate would earn him loads of boyfriend brownie points, he was pretty sure of that.

So Brice yoinked a couple of chocolate eggs and sauntered out of the Great Hall again, lapsing into a happy daydream about eating chocolate off Mel later.

Mm. Mel. Yummy.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

A....hug. "What am I?" So now this alien kid wanted a hug. Ofdensen sighed, prayed none of the boys saw this, and picked up the girl.