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video/text; @falcon: the first memorial tony stark (616) and wanda maximoff mousting tournament
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[The video takes place in a living room, with all the furniture pushed up against the walls to leave a wide open space in the middle of the room. A circle about six feet wide is marked off with blue painters' tape, and a number of small mice in eclectic homemade clothing are clustered around different spots outside the circle and cheering, waving small banners, flags, and other miscellany in either red or blue. Although the cheers are indistinct, it's clear that it's actual language, rather than simple mouse squeaking.
In the center of the circle, two roombas hum and maneuver around each other. Each vacuum has four balloons in either red or blue, and knives are duct-taped to the front of them. In addition, there's a small team of mice clad in their respective colors on each roomba. Somehow, they're steering them, although it's not completely evident how.
As the video goes on, the roombas pop their balloons - red starts out with a clear advantage, taking out two balloons in quick succession, but blue manages to stave them off for a time, long enough to catch up. Blue pulls ahead, followed by a tie, but ultimately, red succeeds in eliminating their competition's balloons first. Somehow, all of this is done without injury to the mice, although there are a few close calls, and occasionally competition will pause to switch new riders in.
At the end, the gleeful red fans swarm in and present their winning team with an assortment of cookies, cheese, and crackers, a few young mice mopping sweat from spiked fur with small towels.]
text; closed to Sam's CR among the Marvel casts
Anyone want a splinter colony of mice? Seriously, I've got, like, fifty of them, and I need to get rid of a few. They'll be happy to find new homes, I promise. They're well-behaved, you just have to remind them of the rules sometimes, and you can always bribe them with food. They just want to have people to hang around and worship, so, uh, you'll find them singing songs about you and having weird rituals and festivals about minor things in your life, but they're cute little bastards.
Also, if anyone's looking for a place to live, let me know. Or if you want to help me cook brunch on Sundays, because man, I can't cook food for everyone who shows up by myself.
[ooc: In case anyone's curious, this happens to be a colony of Aeslin mice from Seanan McGuire's Incryptid books.]
[The video takes place in a living room, with all the furniture pushed up against the walls to leave a wide open space in the middle of the room. A circle about six feet wide is marked off with blue painters' tape, and a number of small mice in eclectic homemade clothing are clustered around different spots outside the circle and cheering, waving small banners, flags, and other miscellany in either red or blue. Although the cheers are indistinct, it's clear that it's actual language, rather than simple mouse squeaking.
In the center of the circle, two roombas hum and maneuver around each other. Each vacuum has four balloons in either red or blue, and knives are duct-taped to the front of them. In addition, there's a small team of mice clad in their respective colors on each roomba. Somehow, they're steering them, although it's not completely evident how.
As the video goes on, the roombas pop their balloons - red starts out with a clear advantage, taking out two balloons in quick succession, but blue manages to stave them off for a time, long enough to catch up. Blue pulls ahead, followed by a tie, but ultimately, red succeeds in eliminating their competition's balloons first. Somehow, all of this is done without injury to the mice, although there are a few close calls, and occasionally competition will pause to switch new riders in.
At the end, the gleeful red fans swarm in and present their winning team with an assortment of cookies, cheese, and crackers, a few young mice mopping sweat from spiked fur with small towels.]
text; closed to Sam's CR among the Marvel casts
Anyone want a splinter colony of mice? Seriously, I've got, like, fifty of them, and I need to get rid of a few. They'll be happy to find new homes, I promise. They're well-behaved, you just have to remind them of the rules sometimes, and you can always bribe them with food. They just want to have people to hang around and worship, so, uh, you'll find them singing songs about you and having weird rituals and festivals about minor things in your life, but they're cute little bastards.
Also, if anyone's looking for a place to live, let me know. Or if you want to help me cook brunch on Sundays, because man, I can't cook food for everyone who shows up by myself.
[ooc: In case anyone's curious, this happens to be a colony of Aeslin mice from Seanan McGuire's Incryptid books.]
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