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[Open] You'll wake up on Easter mornin' and you'll know that he was there...

Who: Everyone! This is a mingle log, tag around and cr the hell out of it
When: around ic 4/24
Where: The Park (and your character's business place if they want to offer it!)
What: Easter celebrations and occasional pranks by your local Spirit of Winter
Rating/Warning: Not for now, let me know if something should be added.
Notes: Here is the ooc post for any questions, requests or plotting needs. If you want Jack to prank your character, let me know, April's fools is still on.

[Jack loves the holidays, especially after he got to befriend the Guardians. Halloween is his favorite, he has to admit, and April's Fools is super fun. Christmas is winter... but Easter. Easter has gained a new meaning after what happened, and Jack feels he has to make up for it. So this shows up in the network the day before the celebration.

Yes, it is a text. He doesn't want his feelings about the subject to show on camera.]

aliens here don't really care about otherworldly holiday marketing huh
it's april so we should be having Easter

Easter is... new beginnings. New life.
Easter is about hope.

...and boiled eggs and chocolate but i guess that's not sappy enough for the kangaroo
alright tomorrow morning we do painting
egg hunt in the afternoon
don't get in the kids' way and you can play too

[Pretty straightforward, right? What you read it's what you get. Next day, the park will be taken over by Jack and the kids. And he meant the last part, so better watch out! Not making any kid cry or there will be one angered Guardian.

In the morning, everyone takes out their colors to work on the eggs, both classic food coloring and same alien stuff that Jack isn't sure what it is but hey, he'll take it. He'll also take the not so common eggs - those violet ones? Definitely not from a chicken. Not all of them are boiled, and that's because he is saving some raw ones in the spirit of April's Fools. Children are busy painting, and Jack will keep an eye on them to keep them safe...

But adults? Yeah, watch out, because adults may be the victims of some accidents, like raw eggs on their hair or balloons filled with paint exploding in their surroundings. Oops. He doesn't go full annoying mode, as he wants this to be success to make up to Bunny, but still. A joke here and there won't hurt anyone, right?

There are lots of themes on the egg drawings - Jack tried to teach them the traditions the best he could, so spring is still the main attraction, but each person is free to add their own thing to the mix. Let your imagination run wild! Who says a kraken doesn't belong on an Easter egg, huh?

There's a break for lunch, and while everyone leaves to have some food, Jack hides the eggs and brings out the baskets, which have a chocolate bunny or chicken waiting inside. Once again, children are looked after while they search, their Guardian hovering above them and giving them clues... a kid must win, so if you're an adult, please don't be surprise when Jack sends a trail of frost to make you slip away from that hidden egg, or hide an egg-shaped snowballs a trap.

And speaking of snowballs... grumps attending this event? Yeah, Jack will try to hit them with one, made with his special Fun Snow. No scowls, no seriousness today! Only fun.]

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[ you're probably enjoying all those eggs you've gathered. i mean, look at that batch of colorful wonder! whether you've got a small quantity or a larger one, congratulations! that's nice. that's really nice, kids.

really, really nice.

look up, back down— your eggs look different somehow. and then, you realize that snazzy color that caught your eyes a few moments ago is gone. look to your left, to your right, and no sight of it at all. maybe you dropped it? that's okay— you'll try and find it. or, you'll try and find another one.

minutes pass, and you'll start to notice your eggs aren't really growing in number if you're still collecting them, and if you've stopped, they're actually dwindling. you had five, you swear you had five! well, now you have two. or one ( and if you so much blink and look away for the most split of seconds, leaving them visually unattended, you'll have none. not a single one left ). ah, man. some kids are starting to bawl and pout . . .

something's fishy, and the air starts to get even more suspicious if your sleuthing skills notice the tiny bits of egg shell and chocolate left on the floor— and for the even more detailed, short strands of blue-ish fur could be scattered around the areas, as well as red down feathers. how strange! there's an itch behind your ear that just needs to find out who's stealing all those eggs! if you're that type of person, start hunting! you may even see a blur of grayish blue from the corner of your eye, a long ear reaching for the basket of an unsuspecting victim and making an inhuman dash— the easter bunny's evil twin, perhaps??

]

( ooc; the evil easter bunny in question is silver's sneasel, and this easter egg hunt is little feather weasel's all you can eat buffet. characters are welcomed to look for him, set simple traps, go after him once caught red handed, be another victim to his egg snatching— or anything else that fits! sneasel will act accordingly depending on how the character reacts, and it may or may not lead people back to his trainer who doesn't suspect a thing ;w; ! )

[At first, Jack doesn't think it's a big deal. He isn't stupid, he knows kids can be mean some time, so he wouldn't be surprised if they're stealing from each other's baskets.

But then things start to get serious. Bawling and pouting? Not on his watch. The signs are there when he starts paying attention - fur, huh. So a monster from the planet, maybe? Jack isn't afraid, and this monster isn't the only agile one.

Hiding in a tree, Jack waits, blue eyes locked on the baskets. And when the claws finally make their appearance, BANG! An ice beam is shot at the creature. The kids run in the opposite reaction as Jack jumps out of his leafy spot. Time to see the thief in the eye...]

[The anti-fun police is here to protest as a text is instantly sent back Jack's way.]

Easter is a half-baked feast day for some second-rate northern goddess who kept trying to co-opt my symbols in some misguided attempt to make it big. Life and spring belong to me. Always have, always will. She's lucky her name stuck on anything at all.

I suggest remembering Viridis-monat instead. First two hundred celebrants get a free rose-scented hand lotion and half-price on your next purchase.

[Fortunately for everyone, Viridi opts not to show up at the actual celebration given that her general goal in life is to make children cry.]

Edited 2015-11-23 04:06 (UTC)

[Option 1]

[IT'S EASTER! Which... was actually strange since it was winter back home for her. But who cared! It was Easter! She loved Easter!

She's never decorated an egg before, nor heard of an Easter Kangaroo, though what a thrilling idea! She wondered what an Easter Kangaroo was like! Alice was painting the eggs in front of her, and actually, for her age, they were quite lovely eggs. Not just scribbles and idle lines, but she certainly had intent in what she wanted and very specific colors in mind. So intent on focusing on her egg, she wasn't quite paying attention to how close her water cup was. Her hand reached out and with a soft click but a loud plop, the dirty paint-filled water started to spread, having already spread onto... the person sitting next to her.]

OH DEAR! I'm so terribly sorry, I-I didn't, ah quick quick before more gets on you!

[Option 2]

[Her eyes narrowed as she gazed up at the egg.

She saw the crafty little thing, sitting up in the tree-branch. She'd have missed it too since it was in a nest, except she knew no natural egg was painted that color... nor did eggs have lace and ribbon so delicately wrapped around it.]

Now then, Alice, however to get it? [She said aloud to herself, circling the base of the tree. It was a very pretty egg...] You're just going to have to climb it, I suppose, but you aren't going to be able to bring your basket... [She worried her lip and looked around. She had quite a few eggs, at least ten though she hadn't counted the ones at the bottom yet. But she most certainly wanted the one with ribbons and lace.

Looking to see that no one was around, Alice set down her basket an began to climb. She reached the lower hanging branch with ease and gave a cheer in triumph.] I got it!

[She looked down from her spot on the branch.]

AH! Don't- don't touch my eggs please! I'm- I'll be down in just a moment! Don't touch them please! I found them! [She cried down insistently as she saw the person near her basket.] Those are my eggs!

[Meanwhile, here Takeru and Patamon were trying their best to find as many eggs as they could! Of course, in the middle of it all, that's when the boy started to notice something awfully fishy going on here! He could have sworn he gotten a lot more eggs than that before!

He didn't happen to drop any did he?

Although, while he didn't say anything, that's when Patamon started to hear something coming behind the bushes. Without another moment to lose, the Digimon immediately started swelling up and gave an Air Shot attack straight at the source of it all!]

[ the mystery monster is hiding himself just under a bush, here. he's quiet, blending in with the shadows and leaves that cover him. he's patient— he doesn't make a peep as his eyes, sharp and feline-like watch the many baskets of eggs that toddle by like a mouse ( it makes his fan of tail feathers twitch, pupils wide— eeeeee, this was great. this was fun hunting. he could do this all day and still feel like he hasn't eaten a thing! a glutton, he was.

but ah, another tiny human skips her way over, setting her basket down and bending by a nearby tree to search for another— and that's where sneasel sees his chance. his mouth waters as if it weren't his 20th egg ( or was it 30? ah, who could keep count of something so good. the shell tasted a little funny, sure, but that didn't stop him from eating it whole ). he stretches out his claw, crawls forward just a little bit closer and . . . !

and that's where the loud crack makes him jolt so high up, he very well resembles a startled cat shooting out from the bush with a loud yip!. the entire bush is covered in ice, and sneasel lands on all fours right by it, claws keeping him from slipping on the sheet of cold around the grass. at least ice is something he's adapted to by nature, part of his element—

yeah, definitely did not expect to get attacked by it right now, though. the startle still has sneasel's fur bristling up around his neck, his feathers puffing out— and once he sees the source of that ruckus, he looks to jack, then to where the basket should be and— oh no it's not there any more :( a short narrow of eyes is what the winter spirit will get as the weasel stands up on his hind legs ( he's more bipedal than a quadruped, anyway— ), and with a low, irritable forming yowl at the back of his throat, he huffs in air, puffs his chest out wide, and when he blows out, he brings a gust of cold with him, freezing some leaves and bark in the way, but— at least it looks quite pretty.

lets just hope no kids got caught in that. yeah— two can play at that game bucko!!!! ]

[ the bushes seemed to be sneasel's hideout of choice— it was low key, everyone walked by them, left their baskets there to look in other bushes . . . sure, trees and such where pretty swell, but bushes were a goldmine. takeru is another kid who's been in the weasel's sights for a while, being a source for a few of the eggs he's already taken— and would you look at that, he's eating them right now! crunch crunch crunch. they were small sounds, tiny sounds to easily overlook, but sensitive ears could pick it up as fast as he could. it's fast, the blast of air comes really fast, and not only does it blow the bush away— it leaves sneasel vulnerable and visible to the world, one claw dug into the ground, and the other holding two half-eaten eggs— the other half is filling his cheeks.

sure, there's a moment where he stares— stares at the little flappy creature thing and the human with it, a moment where sneasel has to shake himself, unruffle his fur and feathers from the wind and . . .

yeah he's just going to stuff the rest of your eggs in his mouth, despite how it looks like nothing else can fit, all while continuing to stare, as if to size up what they were going to do next. sorry not sorry. ]

[Now that's just rude!

While Patamon wasn't too sure at first if he was imaging things but he definitely wasn't now! Not after hearing all that crunching sound! But now with the bush blown away, Takeru could see what was going on the entire time! Now that the boy had a huge frown written across his face (although, he was wondering if the creature was a Digimon), he just pointed straight at the sneasel!]

Hey, what do you think you're doing! I don't think what you did was very nice, you know!

[Even though, he was going to ask if he could have those eggs back but...] Because I think you should help me find some now! That's the least you can do for eating them!

[And here is Patamon. Here is Patamon trying his best to look as threatening and scary as possible to the Pokemon. ...Even if he was about as scary as a teddy bear]

[ patamon, you're looking so scary there. so absolutely terrifying! sneasel is shaking in his metaphorical boots!

except no, we are sorry for the inconvenience. sneasel's ears perk up as he watches to boy scold him, staring for a moment while licking at his claws until— "you should help me find some now". he could get behind that. in his own way, but he can. the glare he receives from the digimon and the awaiting stares from takeru gets an accepting grin . . . halfway through, yes, his ears ( feathers ) fold back with growing annoyance, and his eyes narrow, rolling them and turning the other way with a hissed out kyuu.

sorry kid, he has eggs to get to and like hell is he giving any to you

he found them after all ]

[Hey, at least Patamon is trying! That's the most important part!!

But as they continued to stare at the Digimon (...uh...what is a Digimon?), Takeru just gave a huff. While it was cool to see another creature like Patamon around, they both knew that this one wasn't a very nice one! Which was why Patamon immediately started swelling up and gave an Air Shot attack!]

Then if you're not going to give them back, that just means we'll have to make you get them back! Because that's just not nice!

[With that, off Patamon went after him!]

[ he don't got time for snots man he's all for the eggs. the air shot shoves sneasel forward and to the ground, skidding forward with legs and tail feathers in the air. he has to lay there to count to the pokemon equivalent to ten, but— yeah that's not going to work. if it's a battle the little squirt wants, it's a battle he can do with! sneasel's tail twitches with annoyance, and he defies the call with a snarl, standing and turning, wiping the dirt and grass from his snout.

he freezes the air in front of him with a slash, and with the same lash his arm gives shards of ice launch at patamon. ]

there's a giant talking rabbit who may get a little angry
(well not just a little)
if he ever reads that
and by that i mean if he ever shows up please say that to his face while i watch
ps: congrats that's how it works on you world but not mine

[Jack didn't expect her to actually climb the tree, to be honest. Girls from those time are supposed to be proper ladies, right? But he's glad this one isn't - having fun is more important than old manners.]

Relax, kiddo, or you'll fall. I'm not stealing your eggs. Bunny would cross world to punch me for that. [He still grabs the basket and floats up to meet her in the tree.] There we go, lady and eggs reunited again!

[Patamon didn't want a fight but if the pokemon wasn't going to return the eggs, then he'll definitely do something about it! While he was trying his best to avoid the shards of ice, he had to look back at Takeru trying to figure out what to do. After what happened, the last thing he needed was to get hurt!

As Takeru just stood there trying to figure out what to do, the boy just stared at the sight before him. He knew he shouldn't let Patamon fight and yet...he needed to do something and fast!

Right now, all Patamon could do was give another Air Shot before attempting to fly away to avoid getting himself hurt!]

[Feline is definitely what Jack thinks of at first, though last time he checked, cats weren't into eggs. He lands on top of the frosted bush, toes perching as if it was nothing, and he takes a good look, but...]

...What are you?

[Those are some quick reflexes, definitely not a normal animal. But then what? It doesn't seem any kind of spirit or fae Jack may be familiar with. He's about to speak again, make more questions, when suddenly... a gust of cold wind hits him on the face!

It's not very effective.

Not at all, in fact, Jack takes it as it comes, not bothered by it. He blinks a couple of times, surprised at being at the receiving end of an ice ray. And when he finally realizes what just happened, he-- he--

Laughs. Loudly.]

You just shot ice! [Brb, flying toward you, icy not!cat.] How did you do that? Is it your power?

[ there's an exchange here— an odd look given to the human looking boy with a stick, balancing on an iced bush which doesn't seem very human like at all. not only that, but the cold he throws back in return . . . it doesn't do anything to him. nothing at all. sneasel blinks, stares at jack from the comfortable distance he's in, waiting for the response— was he going to get chased? was he going to get attacked again? did humans have types, or was he hiding a pokemon somewhere? it leaves the weasel with what feathers he has ruffling up like a nervous bird, but expression stern, tough looking, holding his claws up just in case.

except laughs fill the silence, making his ears flick up with surprise and eyes widening up. ahh??? ( this human flies too, oh man ) sneasel takes a cautious step back or two as jack nears him; he picks up a few words, watches the guardian's expression and body language to figure out what was going on. he ends up circling jack, giving his clothes some sniffs but never really taking his eyes off of him. he looks . . . feels, excited. that's enough for the fur on sneasel's back to smooth down and relax, tilting his head a bit one way, then the other . . . flying human boy, you are being the odd one here!

maybe that ice beam from before didn't come from him-? sneasel wonders this as well, and after sniffing behind jack, making sure there were no apparent other pokemon around, he gives the other a long stare, questioning sound with it— and down against the grass at his feet, sneasel decides to swipe at it with his claws, leaving a sheet of ice where his strike swished through.

he looks up expectantly, and waits for jack to follow up. prove it! prove your ice-typeness! ]

[ sneasel ducks, spins himself off to the side to get out of the next air shot's way— but seeing the two almost unsure of what to do, sneasel picks himself off his feet, observes, stares . . .

he then slowly hovers his claws over his eyes, presses them against his face, then drags them down, and quite blatantly taunting them, flipping his tongue out and everything.

he senses your uncertainty. he just wants to take advantage of it— all before dashing off, this time running. better get to it quick if you want to catch up! ]

[Alice Liddell was often one for surprises. She let out a sigh of relief when Jack assured her that he wasn't going to take her eggs. And she was even happier that she saw the older boy once again. She smiled brightly.]

Jack! Hello, and no, we wouldn't want bunnies mad at us, they're much too sweet to upset them. [What second favorite animal bias?] Ah but, you aren't egg hunting?

Well.

Clearly your world is defective if you don't have a Viridi Day there. It's weird, most of them seem to be. It's almost like I'm not important enough to be represented across all dimensions while Ostara managed to squeeze herself in like a splinter in your thumb, but there's no way that's true. Hahaha!

Ha.

...But tell me more about this giant talking rabbit.

[And from here, Takeru was in quite the situation! For one thing, he definitely didn't want that creature to get away with what he done! He needs to be taught a lesson and especially if he was going to continue stealing other people's eggs!

But at the same time, to have Patamon fight again? As he bit the bottom of his lip to think of something, his Digimon wasted no time!

Sensing Takeru's frustrations, he had to act fast. ...Which was why he more or less tackled the Pokemon]

[ woah woah wOAH little flying thing, you're in his space! and tumbling into the ground with patamon on him, sneasel rolls until his paws are upwards, both front claws and feet, and showing them defensively, giving a warning snarling as his claws seems to glow, ready to lash out repeatedly if he dares to stay on him for too long.

he's not going to wait on it if patamon waits, though, and he's not going to wait on the human boy either. self defense, bros!!! ]

[Ah! Ruffled feathers - definitely not a cat. A weasel crosses his mind too, but at this point. Jack has stopped trying to guess. This is obviously some kind of creature from another world, so no point in trying to identifying it - only learning from interaction how he's done with many other animals in the past.

Seeing those steps back, Jack lands on the grass softly, trying to prove he doesn't intend any harm, and waits while Sneasel sniffs him. Animals were, for centuries, the only ones who could see him, so he knows a thing or two about interacting with them.

What's with the swiping? Marking territory? Or maybe--? Oh! Well, isn't that fantastic. Jack laughs again, getting more excited by the minute, and crouches in front of Sneasel before blowing a snowball on his hand and offering it to the creature.

See? Real deal, bro.]

i don't get what a viridi day is
how can i answer if we have one
if you mean celebration of spring we do

but you just called my world defective
why should i tell you more? :I

...too sweet to upset them. Suuuuure.

[Is Jack snickering like crazy? Why yes, he is. Talking about sweet rabbits during Easter is a funny match, but he'll still try his best not to ruin it for her.]

I'm not - I was the one that hid the eggs. It wouldn't be fair, right? [As if you ever played fair, Jack...]

Hmm? What's so funny? Or are you sneezing? In that case, bless you! Do you need a handkerchief?

Well... no, it wouldn't, but I thought you might have had help, then you could at least look for one or two. That's the fun of it, after all. Though I've never had an egg before that was filled. I mean, it was filled because it's an egg, but some of these have candy in them!

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