All of a sudden, a circle of ground in the middle of the arena begins to change colour. From its usual dusty shade, it darkens, turning first black
, then brightening to adark green
, and continues through several ever brighter hues
until it glows with an almost eye-searing light
As it does so, it begins to bulge upwards, slowly at first, until it peaks in a dome roughly six feet high. Then, with a mercifull brief flash
of lights, it vanishes, leaving Bunny M
standing there upon the once more unmarked ground. He then tsks to himself and brushes off some of the dust that has settled upon his coat as he looks about at the rest of the 'Dome.
Bunny M: Greetings all. I gather the rest of you also got a mysterious note about a certain long lost cookie conv-
He breaks off suddenly as a somewhat squishy tomato comes flying out of the bleachers to one side of him, forcing the lapine to dodge, not entirely successfully.
Bunny M: Gah! Yuck!
The rabbit grumbles to himself as he attempts to remove the tomato pulp from within one of his long
, white ears, once again, not entirely successfully.
Bunny M: Argh! Do you have any idea how hard it is keeping my fur this white already? I don't need even more trouble. Not to mention just how unpleasant having tomato pulp in one of your ears is.
The somewhat less-natty fellow looks around for the culprit, with a rather peeved expression on his face.
Bunny M: Penguins!!! I'm going to.....
He breaks off in confusion as he spots the offending avian, only to realise that although she is
indeed in the bleachers, and
has an example of the incriminating fruit poised to throw, she is also, in fact, nowhere near where the suprise missile came from
Bunny M: Huh? Wha-?
He comments concisely, as another squishy tomato comes barreling out of yet another
darkened corner of the 'Dome.
Well, here's my first effort for this new adventure. Hope you all like it, and don't find it too hard on the eyes.
I also hope I haven't stolen anyone's Narrat*r.
Oh, and the hexcode for my new colour
All of the above is, of course, merely my opinion. It may not coincide with yours. That's life.
<i>Give importance to the small dreams you painted towards the sky</i>