The Magic Box, Saturday
"Do you mind?" Jenkins made a third attempt to get the front door to the Magic Box open, shoving it against the rump of a truly massive rabbit that had taken up residence on the sidewalk. "Look, I'm certain it's a perfectly nice spot to have a nap, but you're blocking my customers and I have truly had quite enough of being blocked today." His back door back to the Library, for instance, was cut off. It simply opened to the shop's broom closet, as it had before he'd taken over. And he couldn't reach Colonel Baird or Flynn or even - god help him - Ezekiel Jones on any of his various phones. "So -" He leaned his shoulder into the door and heaved. "- excuse -" The rabbit shifted its weight to its other hind leg, giving him no more than a handspan of extra space. "- ME!"
The rabbit hopped forward, clearing the door, and Jenkins went stumbling out into the street. He straightened, spent a precious moment adjusting his tie, and turned to face the rabbit with a faint, sarcastic bow. "Thank you."
The rabbit barreled into him, knocking him flat. When he sat back up, cracking his vertebrae back into place, it sat a few feet away, twitching its nose at him.
"Right," he said. "That's how it's going to be, is it?"
The rabbit charged him again. He sidestepped it like a matador, whipping his short sword from his jacket and neatly slicing through its carotid artery and nearly managing to get out of the spray fast enough not to ruin one of his favorite suits.
When it stopped twitching, he wiped his sword clean on its enormous fluffy tail and tucked it away again.
"I wonder if anyone on this island has a taste for a truly tremendous amount of rabbit stew. . . ."
[ooc: Open!]
The rabbit hopped forward, clearing the door, and Jenkins went stumbling out into the street. He straightened, spent a precious moment adjusting his tie, and turned to face the rabbit with a faint, sarcastic bow. "Thank you."
The rabbit barreled into him, knocking him flat. When he sat back up, cracking his vertebrae back into place, it sat a few feet away, twitching its nose at him.
"Right," he said. "That's how it's going to be, is it?"
The rabbit charged him again. He sidestepped it like a matador, whipping his short sword from his jacket and neatly slicing through its carotid artery and nearly managing to get out of the spray fast enough not to ruin one of his favorite suits.
When it stopped twitching, he wiped his sword clean on its enormous fluffy tail and tucked it away again.
"I wonder if anyone on this island has a taste for a truly tremendous amount of rabbit stew. . . ."
[ooc: Open!]