[oom] April Fool's Day

[riversinger]

Oh, River is not a morning person, but this prank requires some dedication and preparation.  She has her sonic screwdriver set to wake her an hour before the alarm, and she'd packed the blanket and the picnic basket the afternoon before while he was out running.

The matter of the prank itself is a simple few moments with the screwdriver on the red

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[captainryan]

The alarm goes off and Richard rolls to smack it silent before it wakes River. Only River is gone with just a piece of paper on her side of the bed. The werewolf arches an intrigued eyebrow at it before throwing the covers off and getting out of bed.

He gets a shirt and trousers on before he notices the holster. And his gun. What the- what did she do to them? Why are they pink? This awful, bright, cornea-searing purplish pink?

He finishes dressing, dumbfounded, and takes the weapon and its holder to the saferoom. Only to find that every single piece of kit is in the same condition. What was she thinking? He slides the clip out to take a closer look at the damage. There's no way he can fire this when it's covered in...huh. Everything is that awful fuchsia colour, but it doesn't seem to be paint. In fact, it looks like the colour is in the metal itself.

Which means his weapons are in perfect working order.

Did she say anything to you? He asks Dam.

I've been sworn to silence with bacon, the dog answers seriously, wagging his tail

[riversinger]

There is a thread of her scent on the breeze. Playful River, chase me follow me hunt me.

If he follows the map along the lakeshore, a good distance from the Bar, it will lead him up a fairly well-marked path up to one of the more beautiful spring meadows. Her scent is stronger here. But there is no sign of her.

Hold on a moment. Is that a bit of coy laughter from the far end of the meadow?

Followed possibly an angry squeak?

[captainryan]

He smells her and he hears her, but he doesn't see her and he swears to God if this is because the stone angel has come back he's going to be very angry.

"River?" Do you see her anywhere?

Uhuh, but her scent goes this way. Dam's been trained in tracking by Ryan himself. The dog knows what he's doing and he charges ahead.

Only to disappear in front of Ryan's eyes.

Ryan stares, shocked and enraged. DAM! He roars, bounding after him.

Not again, dammit. Not again.

[riversinger]

She hears his voice and cringes at the fear. And then she hears the roar as Dam crosses through the cloak.

"Richard?" She calls to him, careful to keep her voice light, even as the number of strangely hued rabbits continues to grow. "We're all right, it's just a privacy screen."

One of the plaid hares steps forward almost nonchalantly, grabbing the corner of the picnic basket and ripping a chunk out of the wicker. "Oh you little shit, leave it! I was kidding about the -- damn it!"