Bunnymund's whiskers twitched in irritation as he vocalized his thoughts loudly.
"Why on earth are we all here again, North? Did you get another one of those belly feelings?" He demanded in his heavy Australian accent
"I don't know, I didn't call us all here. I just happened to notice that my lights were going off." North huffed back. Everyone stared at one another as they tried to figure out who had called them there. The newest guardian appeared to have not noticed the lights- or at least, he hasn't arrived yet.
After a few minutes(about half an hour) of the guardians trying to figure out who calls them there, the newest member stepped in. He wore a black and white pinstripe suit with a matching fedora, plus a clip-on tie(since he couldn't figure out how to work a real one). This outfit was greeted with facial expressions varying from the Sandman's blank, almost-amused look to Bunnymund's "WTF?" face. Even the elves stopped in their tracks... Then proceeded to burst out laughing.
"What in the world has gotten into you, boy?" North asked, with almost fatherly concern.
Above the sandman, images of scenes from old, 1950's mobster movies flashed made from his magic dream sand. Finally, they ended with what appeared to be Jack stepping out of a movie screen, or TV.
"What? I'm an official guardian now, so I found some business-ey clothes. You know, to be official. Tooth and North get to dress up, can't I?" Jack replied breezily, shrugging. "Anyway, I am the one who called you here. Old Man Winter's house blew up."
There was a silence. Then Bunnymund broke it with, "What?"
"Old Man Winter," Jack repeated. "His house blew up. You may not know, but as it turns out he lives in St. Helens."
"So?' Bunnymund again sounded unenthused.
"St. Helens is an extinct volcano. The Old Man told me himself there was no lava left at all." Jack explained. He waited as expressions changed and realization of what this meant set in.
"That's a problem then," North pointed out. "Well, what are we to do about it? That sort of thing can't happen without help. Any thoughts on who did this?"
Jack opened his mouth to reveal his personal suspect, but the Sandman flashed images above his head - Hawaii, volcanoes, and finally a silhouette of a woman, hair clearly curly, but lacking features.
"That doesn't help," Bunnymund alerted him, folding his arms.
"But he's right," Jack said. "That's Pele. I heard of her from the Old Man. She's a wrathful kind of volcano spirit."
"So then we need to find her, and try to talk to her," Tooth suggested.
"I don't think talking is going to be the most productive action," Jack told her, looking a bit uncertain. "Like I said, she's a rage spirit."
"There's one thing you have to learn, boy. We're supposed to be the good guys. We have to at least try - it's our job to do things the noble way, just in case." North alerted Jack, shaking his head.
Jack still looked uncertain. "I suppose," he mumbled. "I still don't think it'll help. Bunny, surely you agree?"
Bunnymund simply shrugged. "Not effecting me much yet, mate. I still have all sorts of work to do, so if this clears up the problem nice and quick, all the better for me." Jack sighed inwardly, a bit uneasy about the with the notion of having to talk to this Pele character. "So anyway, where do we find her?"
There was a momentary pause. Everyone just stared at each other for a few moments. "Maybe we can go back to Saint Helen and try to track her," Tooth suggested. "Or ask if anyone has seen her."
"Well, considering all the spirits either got blown up and-or cleared the area, I doubt asking around will help." Bunny shot the idea down pretty quickly, flicking one ear. "Any other ideas?"
"We could always ask other gods," Jack added. The Sandman flashed an image of Hawaii above his head, looking rather frustrated with them. The others simply stared for a minute.
"Well, I feel stupid now. Anyone else?" Jack finished, glancing over the other guardians.