Kitty Pryde (
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strangetrip2018-04-01 03:06 pm
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Entry tags:
- # check-in day,
- # inn-world: easter fool's day,
- alec mcdowell,
- bo dennis,
- buffy summers,
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- dean winchester,
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- gartrett corbie,
- homer jackson,
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- jane doe,
- kitty pryde,
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- makoto kimura,
- mary winchester,
- maya lopez,
- mildmay foxe,
- molly carpenter,
- percival de rolo,
- pike trickfoot,
- regina mills,
- river song,
- river tam,
- scanlan shorthalt,
- snow white,
- sora,
- stephanie brown,
- sunny nwazue,
- vax'ildan,
- vex'ahlia,
- xavin,
- zahra hydris
Check-In: Easter Fool's Day
The morning sun broke through leftover clouds, warming their backs as they ran. They'd been keeping up a running banter on the subject of Easter, Passover, and April Fool's Day, and what the Inn might do about any of them.
"Head first, obviously," Steph said, as they topped a rise.
"Totally. Feet first is just cruel," Kitty agreed, even though she was hardly an expert on the subject of chocolate Easter bunnies.
"Anyway, it's just not Easter without peep-jousting."
"Hey, it could happen." Kitty winced at the image of giant peeps having a medieval tournament on the main lawn and Ghostbusters-style marshmallow goo everywhere. An almost literal shudder passed over her at another thought, "Pray we don't get April Fool's versions of the Ten Plagues."
"That doesn't sound like comedy," Steph said.
"My point exactly." They hit the end of their route and turned to head back. "The Inn only thinks it's funny."
A few minutes passed in near silence as Kitty thought about all the ways this could go horribly wrong. Steph's, "Huh," broke her contemplation, and she followed the direction of Steph's pointing.
"Somehow," Steph said, "I didn't think an Easter egg hunt was even an option."
* * *
Whether Steph and Kitty were the first to discover the brightly colored eggs that didn't seem to want to open or not, they were definitely not the only ones. By the time they hauled a few eggs back to the cafe, showered and returned, the eggs were starting to pile up. So far, none of them were open, even though there were clearly items of varying weights inside.
"I really hope those aren't new arrivals," Kitty said to no one in particular, because there were just too many ways the Inn could play with death, dough, risen and rise.
"Head first, obviously," Steph said, as they topped a rise.
"Totally. Feet first is just cruel," Kitty agreed, even though she was hardly an expert on the subject of chocolate Easter bunnies.
"Anyway, it's just not Easter without peep-jousting."
"Hey, it could happen." Kitty winced at the image of giant peeps having a medieval tournament on the main lawn and Ghostbusters-style marshmallow goo everywhere. An almost literal shudder passed over her at another thought, "Pray we don't get April Fool's versions of the Ten Plagues."
"That doesn't sound like comedy," Steph said.
"My point exactly." They hit the end of their route and turned to head back. "The Inn only thinks it's funny."
A few minutes passed in near silence as Kitty thought about all the ways this could go horribly wrong. Steph's, "Huh," broke her contemplation, and she followed the direction of Steph's pointing.
"Somehow," Steph said, "I didn't think an Easter egg hunt was even an option."
* * *
Whether Steph and Kitty were the first to discover the brightly colored eggs that didn't seem to want to open or not, they were definitely not the only ones. By the time they hauled a few eggs back to the cafe, showered and returned, the eggs were starting to pile up. So far, none of them were open, even though there were clearly items of varying weights inside.
"I really hope those aren't new arrivals," Kitty said to no one in particular, because there were just too many ways the Inn could play with death, dough, risen and rise.