Wednesday, July 31, 2013

[Story Start] .. and probably ending. ;)

(Random Picture - St. John's, Quincy, Ill.)

Desiree sat down heavily on the bench and looked up at the crystal clear blue sky. "You know, for a guy who gives second chances, you sure stack the deck." She let out a sigh.

"Well, he gives chances, not hand crafted answers on silver platters." A male voice said.

Desiree startled, turning to find herself a foot and a half from a priest, leaning on the back of the bench. She looked past his shoulder to the church beyond. She hadn't even realized where she was, but it made sense, she supposed.  "Oh don't quote that free will crap at me." She'd started to use profanity, but somehow she just couldn't bring herself to swear to or at a priest.

He grinned a friendly dog grin. Shaggy brown hair in desperate need of a cut, hazel eyes twinkling with mischief, and clothes that didn't quite fit right. Looked like a typical "good priest" to Desiree's experience. "I wouldn't dream of it." He looked over his shoulder to where she'd glanced, "You're one of the Fallen, aren't you?"

"Yeeup." She was supposed to look like a human. God's brilliant plan, she supposed. They'd all been offered a chance to prove they weren't evil - here you go, reborn as a human; give it a go. The problem was, they were brought back onto the material plane as adults with no job experience, no ID, no pieces of paper that said you knew how to spell your own name. Any surprise so many of them had already turned to crime? Their return was no secret, God had his ways of getting the message out to those who listened rather than just making shit up in his name, but it was hardly flashing in time square either.

"Had a feeling." The Priest said. "I'm Father Daniel."

She sighed. "Desiree."

"Well, I'd say by that envelope and those tired feet you've been out looking for a job. I'd also say by the rather tired expression and questioning His sanity and unfairness of it all, you're not having much luck."

She managed not to interject a 'Duh!'

"I can offer you a job. The pay's lousy, the coffee is worse. However, it will give you a piece of paper and we can work on getting you proper ID from the non-believers." He gave her a sympathetic look, "No one ever said being good was easy."

She stood up, "I'll take the job." Not like she had a lot of options. Besides, it wasn't like she couldn't still keep looking, right? "Just don't give me that shpiel about 'The Earth owes you nothing, it was here first.'"

His grin widened into true amusement, "Wouldn't dream about doing that either."

She was starting to wonder what he DID dream of. He was one of THOSE priests, he probably dreamed of endless rosaries and feeding the poor.

"How about the bit about 'More things under heaven and earth?'" He asked with entirely too much feigned innocence. "Or better the demon you know than.."

She sighed. She was already starting to look forward to this 'die of old age' thing.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

[Bunny Pictures] Independence Day, Take Two :)

So, I received a memo from Mr Mick that I could do better. We all know the bunny is never wrong, so have Mr Mick's Independence Day Take Two. Hopefully this passes his majesty's view of "better" ;)

(His view may have actually been my view when I had another look at the original one I did. :) )

[Bunny Pics] Hoppy Fourth of July!

Hoppy Fourth of July to my American Friends

And Cabana Boy was being a smart ass.. That I should do a Mick graphic for Independence Day.. ;)

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

[Bunny Stories] ROAD TRIP!


Mr Mick tested the air, standing up on his hind feet sniffing. He could hear two of the men folk snoring their fool heads off, but then he was pretty sure the International Space Station could hear the snoring. His Humom had FINALLY gone to bed. He was starting to think he was going to have to operate a computer interuptus with teeth and a cord. Seriously, didn't humans realize buns had important things to do that they weren't meant to know about? He paused at that thought, he wasn't quite sure that made sense. Fortunately, he had better things to do.

He hopped over to the computer and whipped out a quick group message to Bun-IM and went into the kitchen. He shoved a chair over to the counter to hop onto. He *could* make the counter in one hop, but why strain himself? From the counter it was only a slight scramble and leap to grab the keys from the peg board and land, mostly gracefully, on his feet. It occurred to him after that he probably could have used the chair and stretched up to grab the keys. He wouldn't tell Umbra about that, she'd make fun of him for a week! Keys in mouth, he shoved the chair back under the table and hopped back to the closet.

Jensen was the first to arrive, muttering under his breath about does with attitude and bossy boots who try to steal all the salad and a bunch of other stuff Mick tuned out. He was a bachelor for a reason! Foo' women. "Shoved Buttercup under her nose and she won't notice I'm gone for hours." He gave a good body shake, white fluff disengaging and floating every which way; Mick wasn't worried, his Mom could probably find purple bunny fur and not be too surprised. "Seriously, why does she want me to live with such a nurfleherp?" He sat down with a grump, "Humans!"

Mick kept his amusement to himself, he liked Jensen and sympathized but he was also darn glad it wasn't him!

Speedy didn't take long to arrive, a happy little bounce in his step. "Mums getting so much better at reading sad looks at the garden. She'll be puttering around all day. I have hours!" He looked at Mick, "So what're we up to?"

"We, are going to go for a drive!"

Jensen bolted upright from his lounge, "I heard about your trip with Weasley! NO!" He caught himself before he thumped. "I want to live!"

Mick shook his head and snorted in disgust, "Foo. No, we're takin' Moms Beast. Its got air conditioning!" The three lagomorphs all agreed that was the most important thing in a car.

"Not to be a party pooper," Speedy said as they hopped to the front door, "But, how will you steer *and* reach the peddles?"

"Oh! I had Hannah whip up some controls for me. The X-BOX controller doesn't just work on TV cars anymore!" He paused as he wiggled the door open, "Though, The Boy might miss his controller." The tan lop somehow didn't seem too bothered about this.

With bunny giggles and hops the three managed to get into the large vehicle and the controller hooked up. "Shoulda asked for instructions." Mick muttered at one point. Sure, Hannah had given him very precise instructions, but he hadn't really been listening.

"You'd just eat them." Jensen said, poking Mick's belly.

"Hay! You make it to six without a little extra fluff! Hmph." Happy things were all set up, he scrambled up onto the dash board and directed Jensen and Speedy into fixing the mirrors for him. He didn't think his humom would be real thrilled if he backed into a street lamp.

He released the parking brake and put the CUV into gear, letting it coast down the drive. He quickly had to mentally remap the buttons - the brake was actually the gas! Fortunately, with The Beast not on yet, nothing too terrible happened. Well, Speedy and Jensen both questioned his driving ability, be he reassured him them that he'd been practising on Mario Kart and it was fine!

He got The Beast onto the street, started the engine, and got them turned around and headed down the road. All three rabbits practically binkying in glee. Five minutes passed as they discussed which open-late fast food places had the best salads, when Speedy spoke up, "Uh, not to spoil the party, but where exactly are we going?"

Mick blinked. "I dunno!" He'd thought of all the preplanning stuff, he provided the vehicle, surely someone else could come up with the destination!

Monday, July 1, 2013