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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[saved]

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!?

[saved]

[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.