[Mingler] Happy Easter, for the kid in all of us

[chevalier_boy]

The past few days and nights, Riku has been busy, hardboiling eggs and coloring them. And he's also been kindly asking the Plothole to give him several dozen chocolate eggs and plastic eggs full of jelly beans and malted milk eggs. Late Saturday evening, he slips out to hide the colorful treasures in the bushes and flowerbeds and under the trees in

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[prisonwonka]

Here's a person who's going to jump for the egg hunt. Like a lot of disturbingly childish people, The Warden never really celebrated Easters or Christmases or holidays that revel in youth. Sure his overly strict Gentile father was dead, but his will stated that The Warden would be raised in his Mother's religion, Judaism.

The Warden was always jealous of Christian kids and their awesome holidays.

So here's a grown-ass man running about the yard with a basket like he's five.

[thistle_muncher]

Eeyore is puzzled to find eggs hidden around his house and in the grass near it. Not having hands to pick them up, he's gently rolling one with his nose toward a pile he's made in the middle of the lawn, hoping someone will find them, and perhaps help him get the foil off one of the chocolate eggs.

[prisonwonka]

The Warden spot Eeyore and his own collection of eggs.

"Hello there, you adorable creature! Need a hand."

He can be nice sometimes, but only to weird creatures and people.

[thistle_muncher]

Eeyore looks up, then looks up and down the odd man, assessing his peculiar colored clothes. "Yes, please: could use a kind hand to unwrap this chocolate egg," he says, nudging it toward the Warden's feet.

[prisonwonka]

He picks it up and deftly tears the foil off, offering it Eeyore.

"You're a stuffed donkey aren't you? Why would you want chocolate?"

Notice he doesn't find talking to one strange at all.

[thistle_muncher]

Eeyore finds that odd: most grown folk are puzzled by the fact he can talk, if not surprised or skeptical. But children are like that, so perhaps there's something still like a child about this man.

"Need to eat, like other things that are alive," he says, shifting one hoof after the other, somewhat like a shrug.

[rub_em_together]

Headspace!Eames claims he was raised Jewish, but never did more than go to Temple at the High Holy Days (sort of the Jewish equivalent of Christians who go to church for Christmas and Easter and rarely in between). Doesn't stop him from helping himself to a Cadbury Creme Egg he found in a small stone planter near the pond, and he's munching on it as he watches the Warden tearing about.

[prisonwonka]

Meanwhile the Warden is literally frolicking around each bush with a basket. He pays no attention to Eames at all.

[rub_em_together]

He wads up the foil wrapper: this is going to take a more direct approach, and so he'll try to playfully bean the Warden with it. He was a pretty good spitballer as a kid, and he's hoping his later prowess as a sniper will work here.

[prisonwonka]

The paper hits him, and he starts looking for the person that did it with the anger he should save for people that escapes his prison.

"WHO DID THAT?!"

[rub_em_together]

"Nobody here but us foil-tossers," Eames calls back, mischievously. "Guilty party'd be me."