5th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

[thatsamilkshake]

There was a Francine, there was a top hat, and there was a very small, very fluffy, very white bunny trying to get out of the top hat.

"Will you please stay in there? At least while I get you some lettuce and grapes?" No carrots. "I don't want people to step on you."

Francine turned on the tv and channel-flipped 'til she hit a Bitterwoman repeat. So, you know. For about 30 seconds. "There. Watch that and... try to behave." Not that Francine's bedspread could attest to the pointlessness of that request.

[OOC: Oooooopen! BunnyBFF modded shamelessly with permission.]

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[bitchprince]

Arthur didn't enjoy being indecisive. In fact, being indecisive was something his father had mostly drilled out of him by now. Being indecisive about checking on a girl and... a rabbit? Now that was really embarrassing.

It was, hence, with a mix of relief, disappointment, and still-lingering what that he found them in the common room, shortly after finishing salle practice.

He opened his mouth to speak. Then opted against it.

Of course, this didn't stop him from exuding the usual I own this room vibes, so it wasn't like silence made his presence any less obtrusive.

[thatsamilkshake]

"She's in the hat," Francine said, looking over her shoulder as she chopped grapes into wee baby bunny sized bits.

Because looking over her shoulder with a knife in her hand was smart.

[bitchprince]

"Right."

Arthur cast the hat a dubious look. "I see the two of you are doing... better."

[intraspective]

"Fearless leader," she said, as a greeting.

It totally counted as hello, shut up.

[bitchprince]

"Ino," Arthur said, dryly. "Fearless subject."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Oooh, Bitterwoman. Katchoo was always up for watching that. The hat, though, made this a very difficult prospect, and just because she was currently tiny and fluffy (but not cute, dammit) it had better not mean that Francine was going to get away with flaunting their time-honored Bitterwoman-watching tradition of eating everything in the house . . . or common room, at least.

So this would be a tiny, tiny bunny scrabbling frantically at the hat, trying to escape.

If she ever got out of the damn hat and made her way over to Francine before the episode ended, she'd just have to remind her about the tradition.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Stop that," Francine called. "You can see it if you stand up." Maybe. Possibly not. But putting something in there for her to stand on was just asking for an escape.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Oh, like hell she could. Standing up, her tiny fluffy ass. And this was one of her favorite episodes, too.

Maybe if she rocked the hat enough it'd tip over? Sigh. All this headbutting, even if it wasn't readily visible, was embarrassing.

[bitchprince]

Arthur would just be over here, eying the bunny-and-tophat combination with a look that said both I am not too sure what to make of this and oh god, it's tiny and fluffy, ew.

"Katchoo," he attempted.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

If a tiny adorable ball of bunny fluff could give you a death glare, Katchoo was trying, although the death glare was somewhat mitigated by the reflexive desire to smirk at the look on Arthur's face.

She twitched one ear at him, both one word about this later and I kill you and ahaha I am going to remember this look on your face for the rest of my life.

[thatsamilkshake]

Raven blinked in confusion. "...is she invisible?"

__

She probably wished she was, right about now, Francine thought. Invisible and six feet tall, that is. "She's in the hat." Six feet tall with fangs.

[intraspective]

See Ino.

See Ino who'd gotten permission (of all things!) to take photos of Katina.

See Ino go to do just that, and have to take a moment to die laughing at the bunny.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

See the bunny flatten its ears and twitch its TINY DEATH WHISKERS in pure, impotent, fluffy rage.

Impotent fluffy rage was probably awfully photogenic for a tiny lapine.

[trigons_child]

Raven was returning from classes when she passed through the 5th floor common room. When she saw Francine, she froze, like an empath in the headlights. Maybe she wouldn't see her. She knew she needed to apologize to Francine but she wasn't sure she could do it without bursting into tears.

[thatsamilkshake]

The headlights of an oncoming Mack truck?

""

And that was Francine withholding judgment.

[trigons_child]

Raven bit her lip, glad she had instructed the helm to keep shields at maximum, captain. "Francine," she said, forcing the name through her constricting throat. The rest of the words came out in a rush. "I am so sorry. I truly did not intend to do what I did, but it was all my fault. I used my gifts to make Katchoo feel affection toward me. She is blameless, but I have hurt you terribly, which I never would wish to do."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hey Raven," Hurley said, waving his hand. He oddly wasn't awkward about the whole situation. "What's up?"

[trigons_child]

He might not have been, but Raven was. "Hurley," she said quietly, eyes on the floor.

[intraspective]

Ino poked her head in the room and blinked around.

"Who is getting lettuce and grapes?" she asked curiously.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine gave her a tired but amused smile. "Katchoo is."

[intraspective]

...

Yes, that was totally unholy glee in her eyes at that. "Do you think," Ino said, "she'd mind horribly if I took pictures?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley showed up in the common room, and tilted his head at the bunny.

"...is that a real bunny?" he asked.

[thatsamilkshake]

Somebody had to be Katchoo for Katchoo since Katchoo couldn't be Katchoo. "Nope, it's a stuffed one!"

Francine's Katchoo imitation would have been better if she hadn't been trying not to smile.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda had not yet had her 'medicine' this morning so she was more than a little bleary and headachy and jittery. She wanted to get some coffee to wash it all down with.

"Are you doing a magic show?" she asked Francine.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine tossed a grape-bit at the hat and said with a wry smile, "No. My magic bunny arrived one day too late for my Halloween costume."