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[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[It's rare Bunny uses the network, even rarer for him to use it to speak to the people of Asgard in their entirety. He's just not a fan of technology. But now, more than ever, he knows everyone here needs an injection of what he gives out best: hope. And so, the video screen fills with his furry face. Behind him, are what look to be the starts of a project of some kind. Paints, paintbrushes, and pans of something bubble away.]

Right, now we've got ourselves a break in our regularly scheduled madness, I'm going to take the chance to talk to you all about something important that's coming up, next handful of days, I reckon, unless my timing's off: Easter.

[He gestures to his fuzzy self.] For those that haven't met me yet, g'day. I'm the Easter Bunny. I know some of you haven't got Easter where you come from, but I promise I won't have that stop you if you want to get involved, everyone's welcome to this. For those of you that don't know what it is, it's simple.

[He holds up a little painted egg] This is an Easter Egg. On Easter morning, I hide these all over the place. Then it's your job to find them. You can eat 'em, too, they're chocolate. Nothing like the ones I can create back home, but I'll make sure they're still worth it. It's more fun than you can shake a stick at, and it'll bring you all some much needed hope, too.

[He grins, seemingly triumphant; though over what it's hard to tell.] Any questions?

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[proudofwhatiam]

You're the Easter Rabbit?

Really?

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[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Too right. The one and only. Name's Bunnymund.

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[proudofwhatiam]

[It's absurd, but is it more absurd than anything else that's happened here? She can see the creature; she can hear it; she can't really dismiss it, tempting though it might be under other circumstances.]

I see.

I hadn't realized you were Australian.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

[Bunny grins.]

I get that a lot. I've lived there long enough to call it home.

[proudofwhatiam]

[It's the way he says it, more than anything, that clicks things into place, so that he starts to seem less like a very strange mirage and more like something--someone--who actually exists in Asgard.]

Forgive me--I must seem terribly rude, goggling at you like that. It's a bit like having Father Christmas walk up to you out of nowhere, though. Rather surprising.

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

No worries, I'm getting used to it. Least I'm a lot less loud than he is.

[proudofwhatiam]

[...Wait.]

Than Father Christmas?

[thatrabbitsdynamite]

Yeah. We call him North. Known him for centuries, now.