☼{007}{ic, open} Jackalopes

[tetoncowgirl]

[It started with one of those little beasts, which was enough to convince Cody that it was some sort of random hallucination. There was some fur (brown and white to be exact), rabbit ears, and...antlers. Yes, antlers. If she needed to clear herself up any bit more, antlers are what you see on male deer. So obviously that was just something she

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[tetoncowgirl]

[She holds up one hand in a 'hush' movement. This is clearly a very serious matter.]

Shhh. They might hear ya!

[tetoncowgirl]

The jackalopes, that's what! They've got real sensitive hearing.

[devilwentdownto]

He watches her stalk by. That's... certainly unusual.
Miss... Cody? Wha're ya doin?

[tetoncowgirl]

[Unusual isn't even half of it.]

Huntin'. This is important.

[devilwentdownto]

Bu'... yer... wha'?

[tetoncowgirl]

I'm huntin' jackalopes. [As she says this, she looks down a hallway, keeping her hands solidly around her rifle. You never know when one of those little monsters will show up.]

[grizzlyland]

[ No. Oh, fuck no.

Montana is very used to this scene. Yes, it must be that time of year again. The time of year when Wyoming finally loses the last of her marbles and tries to find them by shooting them out of imaginary bunnies (at least, that's how he assumes it goes). Why are all his neighbors so crazy? ]

...goddammit, you idiot.

[tetoncowgirl]

[Excusez-moi, but she would like to let you know that those bunnies are not imaginary. After all, how would those hunting and sporting goods stores get the mounted heads of them? That's her logic, anyway.

And hurhur, you doubter. Wait until you are lovingly delivered a dead jackalope. We'll see who's losing their marbles.]

Shut up. They're might be some around here.

[grizzlyland]

[ Groans. Some battles just aren't worth fighting, especially the ones that have been going on for decades with no end in sight. ]

Right, right.

You go ahead after 'em. I'll be your backup. [ Flips his gun out, looking completely disinterested, his voice completely monotone as he fills his role as backup. ] Oh, you better go now I think they're getting closer I can hear their little jackalope noises.

[tetoncowgirl]

[You've made a wise decision. This will all pass over within a few hours or so, or two days at worst.]

Really? Ya know where it's comin' from? [And, as for many decades beforehand, she's being dead serious, even if she does look ridiculous with something like a big butterfly net and a rifle.]

[usuiituk]

[He watches this woman try to hunt from around the corner. It's almost embarrassing to watch her.]

You are scaring your prey away stomping around.

[tetoncowgirl]

[How dare you critique her obviously refined jackalope-hunting skills!]

Excuse me?

[usuiituk]

What are you hunting for?

[tetoncowgirl]

Jackalopes. Y'know, rabbits with antlers?

[brownthrush]

Slightly tipsy, Natasha wonders the halls trying to remember where the ketchen is. She needs more strawberries. That's when she sees the girl with the gun and net. She doesn't usually confront white people with guns and nets. Usually that's a bad thing. So she just stops and stares at the woman not moving, kinda hoping she doesn't notice her in standing against the bright white wall in a coal black outfit.

[tetoncowgirl]

[Yeah, you're about as noticeable as a mountain in the middle of a field, and she's calling you out on it.]

Hey, ya see any jackalopes run by?

[brownthrush]

She's not sure what a jackalope is at all, nor is she in the right state to really think about it. After all, she might have seen one. "NNNnnnnooooo?" she says in what could be considered a suspicious tone.

[tetoncowgirl]

[Well, some people just need to be cleared up!]

S' a rabbit with antlers. About, um... [She gestures somewhere below her knee.] ...this tall?