Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

Jono had been attacked by a bunny on the way to work.

Jono had been attacked by a bunny on the way to work. He was pretty certain the island was mocking him for being pummeled into the dirt by a cat doing a blue hedgehog impression the other weekend, especially since the bunny had made its presence known by coming up from behind and bowling him face-first into the ground, right there on the street. He was reasonably certain that his nose was broken as a result, and there were scorch marks on the cobblestones from the resulting freak-out, but there was no trace of the rabbit except for a few ashes on the ominous ocean wind.

So, rather than putting up a sale sign or spending his morning putting out new stock, Jono put a very different sign in the window.

Open For Anybody Running From Bunnies
Will help escort you back to safety if you need.

//The things this naffin' island makes me put in my window...//

[OOC: Open!]

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[sharp_as_knives]

Midmorning, Jono was getting a phone call.

[furnaceface]

Here was Jono, answering the phone.

Of course he was answering it with a, //Don't let the cats out today, and if you need anything picked up before I head home tonight, now's the time to let me know.//

Also, hello. But Jono was feeling a little curt considering the way his nose kept bleeding off and on and he was pretty sure he had a twin set of black eyes.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I suppose that answers whether you're aware of what's going on," Hannibal answered. "I went to get the mail already, and was jumped - literally - by a rabbit slightly larger than myself."

[furnaceface]

//One tackled me from behind,// Jono muttered. //Fairly certain my nose is busted.//

Which was more an annoyance than anything, so he felt it was important to get his grouching about it out now, while it was fresh.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'll take a look at it when you get home," Hannibal said. "I fared rather better myself; my only regret is there's no rabbit left to cook once the flamingos got done with him."

[furnaceface]

//... Remind me to never piss off the flamingos.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Mm," Hannibal agreed. He was rather pleased with the silly birds, though. "They were rather remarkably vicious." On his behalf, even!

[furnaceface]

//Well... the rabbit messed with their meal ticket,// Jono theorized. //They are quite fond of you, after all.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Well, they won't need a meal for some time now," Hannibal said. Perhaps he could do something else pleasant for them. Did flamingos need nests?

"In any event, I and the cats are fine, and will be remaining inside. I've plenty of first-aid supplies for you or anyone else who might show up. Just get home safely."

He wasn't going to bother advising Jono not to fight the rabbits or to come straight home; he knew the man he'd married, after all.

[furnaceface]

//That's the plan. And if the rabbits do get more ambitious than the flamingos can handle, give me a call and I'll be by in a minute. Though I'm certain you're handy enough with that shotgun of yours to fend them off until then.//

Even without the unicorn steed.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I am indeed; that won't stop me from calling." Hannibal was practical, after all. "Warn me if you're bringing anybody home for help or dinner, please."

[furnaceface]

//Will do,// Jono promised. //Though I think most sensible people are off the streets right now, and the rest are well-armed, we'll see what comes of this.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"This being Fandom, that could be nothing, an apocalypse, or anything in between," Hannibal said wryly.

[furnaceface]

Jono actually shuddered a little, the phone interpreting his mental reaction as a soft buzz of white noise.

//Careful,// he muttered, //how you use that A-word. The world can end by bunny, that's fine, the absurdity of it won't be lost upon me, but don't tempt fate by using the A-word.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"My apologies," Hannibal said. "I won't use it again." Unless he had good reason to, he supposed.

He had better not have a good reason to.