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revivalproject2019-12-09 06:17 pm
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2019-12-09 06:17 pm
The Silly String Bandit [Closed]
WHO: Tommy Shepherd, Poe Dameron, Carol Danvers, Wanda Maximoff
WHERE: Around the City
WHAT: The Silly String Finally Gets Used
WHEN: 12/8
WARNINGS: N/A
It's been waiting there since before the mintpocalypse. The Agrii had misunderstood Tommy when he asked for string. Or maybe they were creatures after his heart. Either way, he had the can, he was going stir crazy for a lack of mischief, and there was JUST ENOUGH protein and carbs sustained in his diet now that he really could ambush people. So it was time.
He grinned and spun the canister in his hand before popping the lid. Makes sure his hand can reliably find the nozzle. And gives a brief spurt to make sure the thing works. It does, and the string is a lurid green. Very Tommy.
Perfect. With that Tommy's out fast as a thought, racing off. Time to hit some victims.
Each of his victims, chosen at random to be honest, will find themselves interrupted in their day as a burst of wind was followed by silly string being sprayed over their hair, shoulders and finally chest.
When he's done Tommy will back off a few steps in front of them. Poe Dameron gets a mischievous smirk and a wave of fingers. Hello there, Space-Shatner. Welcome to town. For Carol there will be less mischief, and maybe an undercurrent of concern because he has NO CLUE clue the Captain will take it. He does, though, salute.
But Wanda? Tommy doesn't even realize who it is until after he's stopped in front of her, and his eyes go wide and tinged with regret. Fuck. He's so grounded.
WHERE: Around the City
WHAT: The Silly String Finally Gets Used
WHEN: 12/8
WARNINGS: N/A
It's been waiting there since before the mintpocalypse. The Agrii had misunderstood Tommy when he asked for string. Or maybe they were creatures after his heart. Either way, he had the can, he was going stir crazy for a lack of mischief, and there was JUST ENOUGH protein and carbs sustained in his diet now that he really could ambush people. So it was time.
He grinned and spun the canister in his hand before popping the lid. Makes sure his hand can reliably find the nozzle. And gives a brief spurt to make sure the thing works. It does, and the string is a lurid green. Very Tommy.
Perfect. With that Tommy's out fast as a thought, racing off. Time to hit some victims.
Each of his victims, chosen at random to be honest, will find themselves interrupted in their day as a burst of wind was followed by silly string being sprayed over their hair, shoulders and finally chest.
When he's done Tommy will back off a few steps in front of them. Poe Dameron gets a mischievous smirk and a wave of fingers. Hello there, Space-Shatner. Welcome to town. For Carol there will be less mischief, and maybe an undercurrent of concern because he has NO CLUE clue the Captain will take it. He does, though, salute.
But Wanda? Tommy doesn't even realize who it is until after he's stopped in front of her, and his eyes go wide and tinged with regret. Fuck. He's so grounded.