Eggs, eggs, eggs!

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Fun and light.
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: 24th - 27th
WHERE: All over the place!
WHAT: Easter is in the air and eggs are in your hair! Except not really, but there are eggs everywhere and it is your job to find them.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whichever format strikes your fancy.

[It's finally time to kick off the egg hunt! You're paired up and the eggs are hidden, so go off and find those eggs! They are hidden literally everywhere, even in places you may not expect them to be. So be sure to look everywhere, just try not to get in too much trouble! Friendly competition is one thing, just don't punch anyone in the face trying to get an egg.

Don't forget to see THIS POST for egg effects.]

Comments

[rule_britannia]

Sod off! [STARE. Not enough. Never enough if you're still being surprised by how British Arthur can get if he's riled up.]

Ah--

[He looks around for it, spotting it on the floor not far away.]

There it is. Er.. should I try and pick it up?

[He's not sure if he can, but it did do this to him, so maybe he can touch it?]

[allamericanreject]

If you can...I think it should be okay. I mean if you touched it and it did that, then I'm not gonna touch it, and you've already been affected by it, so why shouldn't you be able to hold it?

Not like it can make you more invisible.

[Alfred moves closer to the offending egg now that they've spotted it, peering at it suspiciously.]

[rule_britannia]

... I'm not invisible.

[Wanker.

He moves over to it, crouches, and carefully picks it up between his thumb and forefinger.]

... Huh.

[allamericanreject]

You're see-through. Close enough.

[Alfred squints at the egg.]

Maaaaybe we should look for more. I mean hey. The effects are worth the prize, wouldn't you say? [A shrug. He's JUST saying.] I'll pick up the next one if you want...I guess. Even though I kinda...don't wanna touch 'em now. Ihhh.

[rule_britannia]

Scaredy cat.

[He pokes his tongue out, trying not to be too distracted with how he can put his hand.. through his other hand. Eugh.]

Now I know how the ghosts feel. Perhaps I won't snap at Moaning Myrtle the next time I see her.