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Characters: Bugs Bunny

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Location: The Plaza
Time: Afternoon
Style: Starting with prose but I can match you.
Status: OPEN

It was hard trying to find a nice rabbit hole in this place. Vatheon was it? He couldn't remember but he did know it weren't Los Angeles. Or Miami...or actually anywhere he'd ever intended to head to. He'd stuck by the giant coral thing for a while before deciding things weren't too dangerous and heading out to explore the plaza a little.

"Whiiiile, strollin' through the park one day~. In da merry, merry month a may." He whistled the rest of the song before stopping and staring ahead. "Yeah, I know. It's January. But der ain't a lot that rhymes with January."

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It had taken Fox almost as long to dry off as it had for him to get some kind of idea on what was going on. No one seemed surprised by his story--they were used to this kind of thing. But they weren't so helpful about it, either.

At least he hadn't met anything hostile? Still, he wasn't familiar with the primary species here, and his first impression was that deviations from that were few and far between. Those few stood out, too, Fox thought, as he saw something--someone--that did look familiar. Well, generally speaking.

"Uh. Hello, there," he called to the rabbit.

Bugs flinched at the sudden voice before turning around. Instincts screamed at him to run the moment he laid eyes on the fox but as usual he ignored it and simply put a hand on his hip.

"What's up, fox?" The rabbit took in the confused look and figured this guy wasn't going to try anything funny. But his guard was up just in case; just because he wasn't home didn't mean he was going to let himself become a meal for some lowbrow predator.

Though this guy was at least a snappy dresser.

It wasn't until now that the...lack of clothing seemed awkward. But the rabbit didn't seem bothered by it. Even if he was looking kind of skittish.

"Well, you tell me" Fox shrugged. "I just got here."

Er, sort of. It had been a few hours. That was enough to get his bearings, but he couldn't have been expected to acclimate. "I guess I'm lost, is what I'm saying."

It's a Toon thing, Fox. Try not to think to much of it. The skittishness subsides and Bugs taps his foot in thought.

"All I got is dis place is called Vatheon and we're on some sorta all expenses paid kidnapping."

Now if Fox was wondering where in Vatheon they were, well...Bugs wasn't exactly too good with directions in places he was familiar with.

"Der's a bunch of maroons runnin' around with real creepy smiles on. I'm a Toon and ain't seen anyone dat happy."

He'd caught the name Vatheon already, but he hadn't heard the situation put quite that way yet. It did seem about right though. But, this wasn't new information. Except for that last part, which was just cryptic enough to be not quite helpful.

"Maroons?" he wasn't sure about 'Toons' either, but he didn't want to offend or anything.

Bugs just gives a small smirk, "The folks walkin' around that ain't from wherever they dragged you and me from." The locals of course. Which Bugs had attempted to speak with before getting creeped out and deciding he didn't want to know that badly.

"Oh," Fox said. That wasn't actually all that helpful either. Maybe the rabbit didn't know any more than he did after all. Or, maybe he just wasn't asking the right questions.

He rubbed at the back of his neck, "I'm sorry. I'm not holding you up here, am I?"

"Pal. Where exactly could I head?" He takes a carrot out but points at Fox before starting to eat it, "Dere ain't anywhere to head to. Not even da A train goes dis far."

It's a hunter/hunted thing. Fox isn't a threat but with the right questions, Bugs'll give up what he knows.

"...alrigh' mac, listen. Dis place is screwy so- who are ya?"

A train?

"The name's, uh, Fox," he said with some hesitation. Introductions always got him some strange looks. At best. "How about you?"

Where did he even get that carrot?

"Bugs." Don't question the carrot, or really anything that pops up. There was no strange looks though, there were weirder names around his part of Hollywood after all.

"This whole place is...creepy." He pauses for something he knows isn't going to come. It's a little disappointing actually...to not hear the constant music in the back ground.

"It's the folk dat actually live here. Not da poor saps that were brought here by...dat." He gestures vaguely at the coral. "Like you and me, doc."

Ah, right. The coral. That's what they had told him after he dropped in too. It still didn't make much sense, but it probably didn't have to. Fox had seen strange things before. Sadly, he wouldn't know the difference between the locals and the people in their situation even if he saw them.

He crossed his arms, and gave the structures a glance anyway. "How long have you been here?" he asked, after a moment.

"Uh..." He reaches into his pocket and pull out a watch, "'bout three an a half hours."

He crosses one arm and leans his elbow on it, "Anyting else, Doc?" Fox wasn't exactly hitting Bugs' 'must help' button. Still the guy was in the same boat that the rabbit was so he couldn't just leave the poor kid alone.

"Look kid, der's a lot a guys around here like us. Prolly been here a lot longer. I ain't even got a rabbit hole ta call home yet."

Again with the pockets. Fox shook his head.

So this guy was new after all. That figured. Still, even if he didn't really know anything more than Fox did, somehow he seemed a bit more...at home with all of it.

Kid? Eh. It wasn't worth it. Neither was figuring out if 'rabbit hole' was just an expression. "Oh, no. That should do it. Sorry to bu--uh, bother you."

They are very convenient pockets. Bugs loves them.

Bugs blinks, glancing to his side automatically before shaking his head and looking back at Fox. "Bothering me?" He chuckles and waves his hand, "Oh brother. Don't worry doc. You woin't bother no body."

The bunny knows pestering, Fox was doing anything but that.

Mrs. Brisby had been going about her daily chores. Which usually involved foraging. Hearing someone singing, though, catches her attention. And just what was singing it, even more so.

"My goodness! You're quite a large rabbit.

Bugs twitches his whiskers and looks around at the voice. Yes, he knows where it's coming from but looking down straight away wouldn't be very funny. After a moment he glances down.

Oh. A mouse.

A lady mouse.

He easily lays down on his stomach to be more at level with her.

"Yeap. I'm a rabbit alrigh'." He doesn't touch the whole 'large rabbit' thing. Not yet.

Laying down just to be on eye contact level? How thoughtful! The timid little mouse smiles a bit, moving a little closer.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Mrs. Brisby."

Well she hasn't done anything to induce the bunny wrath. And Bugs knows to be polite to a lady.

"Bugs Bunny. Nice ta meet ya, ma'am." He holds out his finger for a 'hand' shake. It was nice to see another animal around that didn't have sharp teeth (or a weapon).

A 'handshake' indeed! She returns it, and follows up with a very old-timey courtsey and a charming little smile. "Well, Mr. Bunny! I'm afraid I don't know as much as most people, but if you like, I can answer questions about this place to the best of my ability."

"Aw, tanks toots."

He drums his fingers a little. The basics were answered for him from just being a nosy rabbit and flitting through the network.

"You prolly know more then I do. I have the where I am, but not much on why or who."

"Oh, I sort of know the answers to those. At least, a little bit," she says, beaming. Hooray, she can help! At least a little. "They say we're brought here by some unknown magic. The large coral that you appeared in front of? It uses a little of your strength to keep the barrier up, so that we don't drown in the water. So if what 'they' say is right, no one was really brought here on purpose."

Powers? He wrinkles his nose in confusion. Bugs knew what he could do and while impressive it was just an exaggeration of rather mundane things.

"So...we get ta be batteries? I don't think I like dat." His musing now, and tapping his head. Hey, thinking wasn't a very active action to show. He had to do it someway.

"Magic den. Like Hocus Pocus...but den why drag little ol' me here?" Thinking out loud is also something he does. Sorry, Mrs. Brisby.

She doesn't seem to mind, all that much. "I'm not sure. I don't know why they brought me here... I don't have much to offer. I'm just a normal mouse.

A small shrug, perhaps it didn't matter. At least not at the moment. He was stuck here, she was stuck here and fretting about it wasn't going to help either of them at all.

"Eh, every picture needs a little comedy." He gestures at himself before looking her over, "And a mouse ta help out. I guess." There aren't a lot of mice at Termite Terrace.

"Der any places here I should avoid? I, heh, ain't much of a trouble maker. Usually."

"Ah, well... there used to be a church up at the highest point that you weren't allowed to go into. It crumbled at some point, and we were attacked by a-- 'kraken', I think they called it. I haven't been up there, so I don't know if that's still up..."

Mrs. Brisby stops to think, trying to think of more 'forbidden' places.

"There's a thing called a... a ship, I believe? I don't remember if that's off-limits or not... I, ah, I suppose I don't explore too much, now that I'm thinking about it...

"A choich?" Nah, but the ship sounded interesting. He'd have to stop by there at some point. He'd never done much with ships and oceans so it'd at least hold his interest.

"Prolly better not to. This place ain't home, but I bet it's got a bunch of maroons runnin' around being annoyin'."

"Well, I have been here for around a year... I suppose I should start learning more about this place, if I start helping newcomers out."

His ears wilt a little.

"A-a year?"

That...that wasn't very promising. A year is a very long time, even if he wouldn't age a day.

"You...I...and here...a whole year?"

"...Yes. A year."

"Er..h-hey, uh it can't be dat bad right?" Don't look sad. Sad girls are Bugs' biggest weakness. "I mean...uh, der's nothin' to worry about. And der's plenty a people ta entertain." He pause and looks her over, "Or to get entertained by."

"To entertain? What do you mean?"

Well. Okay...so this might be new to some folks. Oh well. He just shrugs a little.

"I'm kinda an actor, toots. Least...dat's what da academy calls it." Really it was much more complicated but he doesn't want to mess up the pretty mouse ladies head with fourth wall shenanigans.

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