ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ (ʙᴀᴄᴋᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ 11/24)

[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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[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?

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[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.

[shrinkage]

Eww.

[ but also whoooa he's like some kind of...

ARACHNABOY! ]

I guess it depends on if we're talking Newtonian Gravity or General Relativity-- sorry, is that spider silk? Ooh, are you a meta human?!

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Meta what?

[that's a whole new term that peter's never heard before. it's distracting enough that he tilts his head to the side to consider what it might mean and a giant marshmallow flies out and hits him square in the forehead]

Look, don't you think your sticky situation is a little more pressing than my spider- It's not silk. But y'know, mallows first, s'more science talk later.

[shrinkage]

[ there's a moment where ray considers arachnakid's point, and then his mouth takes over again: ]

Huh, you're right. I gues something about the fact that you can stick to the ceiling is just mallowing me out.

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[peter folds his arms across his chest and leans back a bit. look he loves puns as much as the next guy]

Then I guess I'll just stick up here on the ceiling while the closet forgets how to mallow out... [it's pelting marshmallows again, and he sinks on top of the closet, whipping out those spider webs to... web up the closet.

this will surely not end in disaster]

[shrinkage]

[ oh. oh those webs sure are both interesting and f r i g h t e n i n g ]

No offense, since it does feel like you're helping me out in my puffidcament-- [ ehhh that one's a stretch ] --but you are mostly human, right?

[ or is ray witnessing cause to worry about his little habits? ]

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Nope. It's like that movie about the Fly. Just terrifying under here. All the eyes, too many limbs.

[Peter answers in a distracted but clearly snarky/sarcastic way before he settles on the floor outside of the closet which looks like it just might explode from the mallow pressure building inside of it. Yipes.] ...I mighta made this worse. Not your brightest move, self.

[shrinkage]

[ ok that's thick enough tone for ray to pick up thanks stickyboy. ]

Uhh is that about to--

[ yep, POOF er more like splat and there's a tidal wave and ray doesn't know which way is up anymore because they are literally swimming in a room of marshmallows. at least that means ray can maneuver without getting pelted technically. he starts moving toward where he thinks eight-legged-dude was last... ]

You OK!?

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[peter has officially jumped back up on to the ceiling, reaching down to try to grab hold of ray to pull him up out of the sea if he can.]

Well, that didn't go as planned...

I'm good. Just marshmallows. Better than sewer.