The Plot Bunny [Video/Voice]

[mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com]

[For those who aren't awake there's the sound of the sea to stir you. Sea birds overhead, the suck and crash of waves, and the gentle salt-smelling breeze. The Plot Bunny is sitting on a towel in a pair of sunglasses. He's munching thoughtfully on a carrot. There's a smear of off-white sunscreen on his twitching nose.]

Ah, this is the life. I could get used to this.

Okay, you're at the beach. You figure out what to do. If any of you idiots need anything else I ain't going anywhere.

Wish I brought a magazine. Playboy would be nice, papa likes those bunnies.

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[passes-out.livejournal.com]

WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!

[He's not particularly happy that he's wearing something that resembles his underwear only much more colorful.]

[mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com]

Uh...You're wearing 'em?

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He gives a shriek and hides.]

I am half naked!

[mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com]

[The Plot Bunny presses his ears against his head.]

Keep it down, kiddo! Some of us have keen senses of hearing! It's a bathing suit! You're fine!

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He does get excitable quickly. Sorry, Plot Bunny.]

My apologies. A bathing suit, you say? It seems rather....revealing.

[mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's okay. Keep my ears in mind, kay, buddy?

Yup. A bathing suit. That's what they look like in 2010.

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[He looks down, still embarrassed.]

Thank you.

[He grabs his towel.]

Are the tents labeled so we know who the belongings inside belong to? Or do we have to guess?

[mr-plot-bunny.livejournal.com]

Little tag on 'em. Besides yours would be the one you came out of. See how that works?

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, thank you.