Who: Lennon & Marco When: Around 9:30 Where: Lennon's room, then the craft room
Marco generally liked holidays that people liked to decorate for. Not that there were decorations up around Mount Zenith, but he still associated the holiday with dying eggs, and making bunny faces out of paper plates, and a bunch of dumb crafts that he remembered doing as a child, that made whatever hospital that he was at at the time a little more cheerful. Mount Zenith was similar, in that it was always nice when something made their time there a little more fun. Even if it was something as random as an egg hunt.
He'd found three eggs in his room before he'd hopped on the network and reached out to Lennon, and he had to believe, judging by the size of the basket, that there were more. He had no idea what to expect from this game, but it was still better than an outright punishment, wasn't it? Maybe. He'd find out.
For now, it seemed like fun, and he wanted to have fun with his friend, who he'd only seen for a short amount of time the day before. After the punishment the day before that, he knew he wanted to see the guy, it had just taken a little extra effort to get his head on straight. Today, though, he was feeling good, and finding another egg on his way up to Lennon's room only added to that. That meant that there really was an egg hunt, and this wouldn't end in aggravation, or feeling like they'd been tricked.
He hoped it wouldn't, anyway.
Being in a good mood, and feeling goofy and excited to hang out with Lennon, Marco set his basket down in front of Lennon's door, and took the two pointer halves of two different plastic eggs. He put them over his eyes, adjusting so they stayed there without him having to hold them in place, and giving him the look of some sort of terrible cartoon character. He kept them there as he knocked on Lennon's door, waiting for him to answer before sticking out his tongue and letting out a "Bleeeeeeh!"
It just took adjusting his brow for the pieces to fall off his face, and he moved to catch them before they hit the floor. He was still grinning when he looked back up at Lennon. He still had faint pink rings around his eyes, where the plastic had been pressed against his skin. "I'm up to four," he announced as he dropped the halves down into his basket. "How 'bout you? How's it going?"