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[shrinkage]

Hey, Wonderla--

[ just as he starts to talk, ray has to dodge. and then dive. and then dip-- oh, you get it. ]

OK so first off Happy Thanksgi~iving!

[ more dodging! ]

Secondly, I had planned to talk about the holiday, which is an annual tradition about being grateful and celebrating family and-- [ another dive-- this is never ending... ] And invite those of you who might not know about it or celebrate to come and maybe add a tradition or bring your favorite comfort foo--

[ this time, ray gives an indelicate yelp and hits the floor, where now it's easy to see that he's in the ballroom, mid-setup for a big old family style dinner. but it looks like it's-- snowing? ]

But when I asked for extra marshmallows on the sweet potatoes, I guess the mansion took it to heart. So now I'm hoping someone could come and convince them to stop pelting me? And then we could all sit down and have a nice dinner togeth-- yah! Bring a shovel!

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[catchacold]

[As always, Leonard is cool and collected, his hand perfectly steady as he takes aim. He's always been a good shoot, whether with a gun, the cold gun or - as he proved right now - when flicking a marshmallow with his finger.

The cold gun was in its holster on his thigh and he was crouching on the ground, all the easier to aim right at Ray and hit his nose from almost half a room away.]

Thankful for good targets.

[shrinkage]

[ the pitiful groan that comes from ray is pretty standard fare. he doesn't bother trying to get up. the room has made it abundantly clear that isn't happening. ]

I never thought marshmallows could be a force for evil...

[catchacold]

In the wrong hands, everything can be.

[He throws one of the marshmallows in the air so he can catch it in his mouth, then he props his chin on his knee and watches Ray.]

Sugar crush.

[shrinkage]

Sugar grave.

[ wallow, wallow, marsh and mallow. ]

I was just trying to be helpful.

[doorkey]

[Somewhere it's raining marshmallows and Coraline Jones is delighted, racing down a stairwell and jumping the last three steps, sticking a hard landing as she sing-songs- ]

It's S'mores time! I'll bring the chocolate and graham crackers!

[shrinkage]

You better make that about 5 metric tonnes of each!

[ he's just gonna lay here and think about why the mansion hates him and hope that s'mores make up for it... ]

[doorkey]

[ What's that, sour-sport? Time to whistle It's a Marshmellow World In The Winter? ]

Or we could start a Hot Cocoa bucket brigade!

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[saved]

[Peter's still been running around as Spider-man when he can, patrolling, trying to save people from dangerous situations. This is not exactly what he expected, and obviously marshmallows aren't gonna kill anybody (as long as they're not giant and sentient and- ukw no more thinking for him). He has a Thanksgiving thing later (he's totally not nervous about it), but he has time, popping up on the ceiling of the ballroom and looking through the marshmallow sea.]

This is probably not the time to be mallow-dramatic, but you look like you're in a potentially sticky situation.

[shrinkage]

[ ever seen a grown man make heart eyes at some rando in skin-tight spandex? ]

Whoa...

[ things ray should be pondering: how to get out of his sticky situation, how to explain said situation, maybe something about greeting this new ceiling-sticking friend with a name or something. instead? he's thinking about their matching costumes. oh, and: ]

Can you manipulate your personal field of gravity or something?

[saved]

[peter has never seen a grown man make heart eyes at him before. granted, there aren't many people who have ever made heart eyes at him, spandex or not. (bonnie is naturally the exception)]

...Nah, nothing so fancy.

I just stick to stuff. Stick to... everything. [he tilts his head thoughtfully to the side, firing off a few webs at the marshmallows flying towards ray.] That'd be really cool if someone could do that, but like how do they make it only affect only their own gravity? Wouldn't it be like having your own gravity pull like the Earth? Huh.

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[memory_unlocked]

Sucks to be you, doesn't it?

[shrinkage]

[ ray groans, and the marshmallows pile high. ]

All I wanted to do was make and share delicious sweet potatoes!

[memory_unlocked]

And you thought asking the mansion for help wouldn't blow up in your face? At least you they're marshmallows and not something actually deadly.

Although I guess the small ones would potentially hurt more at high speeds...

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[blackbirdsing]

[ Sarah honestly can't stop laughing, even as she tries to cover her mouth a little. ]

You are super adorable when you're being pelted by candy fluff, you know that?

[shrinkage]

[ panic? frustration? annoyance? all these fade at the prospect of his gorgeous girlfriend appealing to ray's ego. he visibly perks up despite the marshmallows threatening to swallow him whole: ]

...Really?

[blackbirdsing]

Oh, absolutely. I just wish I had some kind of magical way to get rid of all these marshmallows for you. No chance we could just...eat our way out of it, is there?

[ It's so many. ]

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[atanycost]

[ Rick just watches Ray dodging marshmallows for a second. It's actually more like staring as he dodges them, because he's never seen a situation quite like this before. ]

I'm not sure how much help I'd be against flying marshmallows, but I guess I could try.

[ How hard can it be, anyway? So Rick changes course and heads for the ballroom, hoping this really is a simple matter and not a potentially big sticky mess. ]

[shrinkage]

[ ray just groans and groans some more, buried beneath this avalanche of puffy sugary goodness. ]

They don't like it when I try to get up, so. I'm just.

Gonna.

Lay here for awhile.

[ and admit abject defeat. ]

[atanycost]

[ Rick gives Ray a look, as if he's not sure how to really deal with potential death by marshmallows. ]

You gonna be okay?

[ What? Walkers, he can handle. An overload of marshmallows? Not so much. ]

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[lightgunhustler]

[Welp. Wonderland's idea of holiday spirit strikes again. Jo winces as she watches the marshmallows rain down from her end of the feed, making a concentrated effort not to laugh.]

Gotta be careful what you wish for around here. On my way to help dig you out-- though from the looks of it, we might wanna conscript at least half a dozen people for this one.

[shrinkage]

You might need a backhoe at this point!

[ muffled, ray's video feed is kinda dark at this point. though, pleasantly marshmallowy! ]

[lightgunhustler]

[jfc Ray]

Might be kinda hard to pull one of those out of the closets, but I'll see what I can do. Try not to suffocate in the meantime?

[That seems like it might be a feat in itself...]

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[trigeminalheadache]

I'm not sure how to reason with a magical building. Or if that's even possible.

[ Is this life right now? Reasoning with the place she currently calls home? Ay yi. ]

[shrinkage]

[ he wants to talk but mostly what comes out is ... wailing.

just really pathetically

very pitiful

waiiil ]

[trigeminalheadache]

[ Oh god, Ray, way to break her heart! ]

I didn't mean that as saying I wouldn't attempt it. I'm on my way down now.