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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[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...]

[shrinkage]

No, that's OK-- really. I'm not sure anything is going to help unless you know how to convince the mansion to stop assaulting me with dessert!

[ save him jobi wan. you're his only hope! ]

> action

[lightgunhustler]

Maybe try shouting stop? You know, be assertive about it!

[She's mostly joking, but it's worth a shot?]

Sit tight.

[She's good to her word, showing up within minutes-- and with a snow shovel in tow.]

Jesus.

[shrinkage]

[ as she nears and enters, she can hear ray pleading with the mansion to give him a break. he promises all kinds of things: "i'll clean up all by myself!" and "i won't complain about my tiny room anymore!" and possibly most embarrassingly "i'll stop stripping in snart's room!"

when he hears jo swear, he is completely covered, and a single hand pokes up out of the mountain and waves weakly. ]

Think waving a white flag is my last ditch effort, but well. You don't want to know what I'd have to use for that...

[lightgunhustler]

[Somehow, this is even worse than what she'd expected. Those desperate promises of his don't go unnoticed-- it's like her mother had always said: leave a man in a pit and even a staunch atheist will be praying to God once he gets desperate enough.]

What was that about stripping?

[As much as she wants to tease him, the marshmallows are a very real problem that need to be dealt with sooner rather than later. She starts trying to push through the relentless tide towards him, but finds it slowing her progress more than she might have thought.]

For the record, never gonna look at sweet potatoes the same way again. At least you can breathe under there-- I think I can shovel you out, but our best bet might be-- unf-- bolting out of here and barring the door and hoping the mansion gets bored.

[shrinkage]

Nothing!

[ haha. who said stripping? that would be craaazy-- oh good ok we're talking about a different thing now. ]

Maybe if you shovel toward me-- [ up comes his hand again and it waves frantically ] --I can try to crawl toward you and bolt out before another tidal wave pins me down?

[lightgunhustler]

Keep talking!

[She's continuing to shovel in his direction as best she can, but just in case.]

I'll dig you an escape route, but that way if your hand disappears, I'll know I'm still going in the right direction!