2025-02-10 - Journal Entry #9 (Erika Y's)

(OOC: As with all of Erika's other journal entries, this scene represents one or more IC computer files which are presented in English but is ICly in Norwegian.)

It's Monday morning. Erika is wrapped in her towels post shower and updating her journal with information about recent events in her life.

10.02.25

The past three weeks have been wild. The first two were just really busy with work, so basically ever since my date with Tank. The following week, this last one, started out with an encounter that anywhere but here at Spellbound would be impossible to believe.

I chose to go out dressed up as an elf. Ears out in public and all. At the Botanical Garden, a family of park guests asked for pictures and one of the ferry captains (Kellin), who was incognito and blending in with the tourists, snapped the shot for them (that's been posted online also here) but that's not what made the day unusual.

We heard some musical noises off the trail. Thinking that someone might have lost a cell phone we stepped off the path to investigate and noticed some strange, musical mushrooms. But if that wasn't strange enough there was a pink bunny with glassy-black eyes. It sang a sad song. I think that it was longing for something, especially as it has continued and others finding similar bunnies have found they are pairing up, but in the moment, we thought it was hungry and it sure did like my banana.

Maybe taking it home was strange, but hey this place is the capital of weirdness, right?

Since bringing it home I found a discussion thread about the bunnies on the employee forums (here) and found a friend talking about one also! I joined the general discussion then texted Arte as well. During our chat she inspired me twice: once to make a makeshift "Bunny Björn" with a scarf my grandmother knitted me and also to give the little guy a name. He's Dunball, or more formally Sjef Dunete.

A couple of days later, on the 7th, Tank reached out. I brought Dunball over to introduce them to each other and, on seeing his picture in the scarf-semiBjörn, he cobbled together a more permanent BunBjörn for me. Dunball appears to love it and sleeps in it now as well as riding around in it when we go out of the apartment.

I got some pet supplies, and I believe I have been able to successfully litter train Dunball. He only goes in the box when we're inside. I sometimes let him hop around in grass outside also and he goes then as well occasionally. With the way he's all pink and unnatural looking I'm betting he is somehow tied to the magic here on the islands...

Okay, that started to lead to some dark speculation. I'm not going to explore that with this guy. Nope. Someone'll have to pet-sit him when I go on trips home or elsewhere. Yeah, that'll be the ticket. Going to close out this entry now. Today's a workday.