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October 2018 Test Drive Meme
OCTOBER 2018 TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to October’s Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: HALLOWEEN HORROR.
All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.
Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.
CW: Wet and rotting corpses/zombies, ghosts, violence, blood, knives, possessed dolls, options for underage drinking
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!
IT’S JUST A BUNCH OF HOCUS POCUS
It’s not Halloween if you don’t make a trip to a cheesy haunted house. At least, that’s what everyone in Deerington likes to say. The old Victorian stands at the top of a hill, rickety and in desperate need of a new paint job. The yard and porch have been decorated with what you’d expect for your typical haunted house; fake spider webs spread across the overhang, painted foam grave markers with cheesy names like “Here lies Richard Cranium” and “BEWARE!!” in creepy letter etchings. You can see the blinking of variously timed strobe lights in some windows and the shadow of what you’re pretty sure is a full-sized doll standing in the window, meant to look like someone staring out at you. The rocking chair on the porch near the door has a skeleton with a bowl of candy in his lap, and a sign is propped up against the wall next to him.Well that sounds promising.
The first few rooms you enter are appropriately cheesy. There’s the silly burst of air that you hear just before a plastic figuring pops out of a poorly constructed coffin, the clicking sound of the machinery inside echoing in the room when it starts to pull back and the lid closes once again. There’s fog machines trying to give the appropriately spooky air, stuffed sheets shaped to look like dead bodies wrapped up laying in piles on the floor with fake blood staining the white fabric, black lighting to show off words scribbled on doors like “TURN BACK NOW” and “SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES.” Nothing you haven’t seen before. It might be even worse than things you’ve seen before, over the top cheesy, boring enough to give a yawn. Each door seems to open on its own so you don’t even have to touch the handles.
As you make your way through the next automatic door, the room you walk into is different than those before it. It’s a regular children’s room. A bed against the wall near the window, a dresser in the corner, a small desk with a chair. Nothing out of the ordinary, save for the lights not being on, and the strange flickering light in the closet. You step towards it, figuring you’re in for another jump scare, but the door doesn’t open. Whether you’re naturally the curious sort or not, something in the back of your mind makes you want to open the door and see what’s on the inside.
If you fight it and walk towards the next automatic door, you’ll find you’ve walked out to the backyard of the house, those same foam decorations and a dozen or more jack o’ lanterns lighting your way on a path back to the town.
If you choose to pull the door open, however, it’ll take you into yet another room, with a flickering television playing nothing but static. Once you step past the doors of the closet, they slam shut behind you and whoever else dared to enter. The doors won’t lock no matter what you do, no matter how strong the person shaking the handles or pushing against the wood may be. You realize you broke the one rule; you’ve touched something. But can things now really touch you?
The only light source in the whole room is that television and it’s not lighting up much inside the room around it. If you squint when the TV is at its brightest setting, you can just make out another door. Your exit, you hope. But as you make your way towards the door, the flickering suddenly stops, the TV steadily bright, a low humming noise coming from the screen, and suddenly the door seems several more feet away from you than it was a second ago. Before you can reach the door, there’s the sound of trickling water from behind you. If you choose to look back, you’ll see something coming out from the screen - a girl with soaked clothing and pale, rotted skin. She emerges fully from the glass and starts to move towards you. You know it’s best to start running for that door. If you stay and try to fight, you’ll find that no regular weapons work on her, though special weapons and powers that are effective against spirits will definitely do the trick. For those who don’t have any of these at their disposal, however, there is one more hope besides just trying to run; two old school VHS tape sit on the table near by, a fancy machine between them that is meant to copy one to the other. Work as a team and have one distract her while the other records, and you’ll find that she disappears as quickly as she flickered on the screen and the TV will return to static.
Regardless of what you choose before carrying on, the next room you come to as the door slams and locks behind you is entirely different. Brightly lit and filled with what seems like hundreds of porcelain dolls, it’s almost hard to tell where there could possibly be another exit hidden among the massive shelves. You can start to wind your way through them, but before long, you start to hear the sound of running feet, the jingling of bells, the swish of satin, and most eerily the sounds of children giggling - but there’s nothing that sounds save about them. Some of the dolls you saw on the last shelf seem like they’ve moved and are sitting in the corner or laying in a new position on a new shelf. Sometimes you swear you can see their heads turn to watch you pass, but it has to be a trick of the light, doesn’t it?
That is until one of those dolls runs by you, brandishing something shiny in their hands - something sharp. A knife, you realize too late, as it tries to slice at your legs and knock you down. You can kick them away and they’ll go flying, and when the porcelain smashes, the doll will scream in agony. You notice there’s blood pouring from the hole that formed, spreading quickly across the ground. The dolls are easy to kill, but are they really just dolls? You can take your time to contemplate that later, as now you have to fight your way through the violent and armed toys to reach the door at the end of the maze of shelves. Hopefully you can get out without too many severe injuries.
When (or if) you do manage to get to the next room, you seem to have a chance to take a breath and tend to any wounds. It’s decorated like the room of a small cottage, a large pot over the fireplace that isn’t lit, and several jars full of (possibly rotting) food and herbs on the shelves. You see a book on the stand in the center, latched shut and covered in dust. You can open it, if you want, but remember the warning you ignored that got you in trouble in the first place. It’s probably better to carry on to the next room.
If you do choose to open the book, though, there will be eerily glowing text lining the pages, the light will seem to poor out and fill the room, and you’ll be transported back out in front of the house.
Those who continued through the door will find themselves out in the backyard. Just like for those who got out sooner, there are dozens of jack o lanterns, but the graves don’t look like they’re made of foam this time. They’re real stone, engraved with real names and real dates this time. And the ground underneath them seems to be moving, like someone’s trying to crawl out of there. Better not to wait around. Soon as you start to move down the path, you’ll start to hear the sounds of groans as the undead start to crawl from their own graves, pulling themselves up through the dirt, and determined to get to the only food source they see - you. The zombies seem like they’re never ending, coming from every inch of the yard, but at least they’re just like normal zombies - completely incapable of being killed unless you cut off the head. There are shovels lying next to a few graves if you need a quick weapon, but there’s also still always the option to run as fast as you can up the stone path to the front of the house and back towards the street.
When you do finally manage to get back to the front, there’s a momentary blinding flash of light, disorienting anyone near it for a few seconds. When it finally fades, any leftover zombies chasing you have disappeared and the house looks like the same, cheesy haunted house you walked up to in the first place. If for some reason you decide to go and explore the backyard again, the grass will be back to normal, and the graves will all be replaced by cheaply painted foam once more.
Was that all in your head? Who knows. But maybe it’s best to just get out of here.
WE DID THE MASH
Somehow the street lamps have all been converted to oil based flames, the Authority are in witch hats, and every where you go there is music that seems to be playing from faintly glowing bats hanging upside down from telephone wires. The bats will open their mouths in succession, seeming somehow capable of producing the sounds of instruments and singers alike of popular Halloween songs.
Yards are decorated as thoroughly as the front of stores. Maybe you haven't bothered to decorate, but your neighbor sure has! Fake gravestones are propped up in yards, giant fake spiders in trees, and no matter where you walk, the ground seems covered in thick, rolling fog from machines. Or at least you hope it's coming from machines. Hell, you can't even find it in yourself to be too worried! Everyone around you is having way too good of a time! And God, there is food everywhere! Might as well grab a bite while you're out, huh?
It's tempting to break loose and dance. Jack-O-Lanterns absolutely crowd the streets. There's more than you can even begin to count, and all of them are lit all throughout the night. Even if you accidentally trip over some, they don't seem to catch fire to anything or go out! Some neighbors have camp fires set up with marshmallows to roast, while others have...are those broomsticks? Well that's kinda cool, you guess. Correction: it's really cool since you can actually pick one up and take it for a fly! Make sure to attach a little lamp to the front though because God knows it's dangerous flying at night. The brooms only work if you wear the appropriately provided hats, of course, but you can keep both the broom and hat indefinitely and have a readily available means of flight in Deerington after! Be forewarned though: the brooms are as easily broken as regular brooms and the hats easily blown away in the wind.
TRICK OR TREATS
At any of the events, especially the nighttime partying, you can find any number of the following treats (and their potential side effects):Donuts (Will make you deliriously happy. Everything is amazing to you. May cause a lot of affection. A lot of affection.)
Character Arrival
You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.
The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.
If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.
Peter Parker | Marvel's Spider-Man | spoilers for the game!
[Peter Parker's last memory was — the day after Devil's breath. Limping around trying to get things situated, ignoring the burning in his eyes and throat and the weariness in his bones to complete the job he knew he had to. It took MJ to actually force him to go home and rest — telling him how she shouldn't have to remind him he almost died on multiple occasions and is still a mess — and as soon as his head hits the pillow on one of FEASTs spare cots, he's out like a light.
Dreams of angry doctors with eight limbs and withering family that vanish into flashes of Devil-red mists devolve into a forest. Pine trees. Being dragged around. It's not normal, not what he usually sees behind his eyelids. May used to tell him all the time he had an overactive imagination, but this? This is ridiculous.
He wakes up in a bed. Blinks the sleep from his eyes, before adjusting, sitting up slowly. It reminds him for a moment of Scorpion's messed up poison, only — not quite so trippy. Where the hell...? Is this some other villain he has to deal with? Because he can't handle being in another fight right now; he's got a freaking hole in his shoulder that aches like crazy.
It'll heal entirely in a few days. Magic Spider radiation sure does come in handy and mostly avoids hospital bills. Um... Not counting those... few dozen times. Like the time with the sword. Or the time with the dislocated shoulder. Look, he's alive, isn't he?
... Right?
He pulls on his plaid button-up that was folded oh-so-kindly on a table and double-checks the webslingers that look like plain ol' wristbands on his wrists, and then cautiously pokes his head out a door. Don't mind the mildly bruised face, he's just looking skeptically around to make sure no one in costumes or robot suits are gonna surprise him.
It's been a hell of a week.
Time to wander and hope for clues about whatthefuck.]
IT’S JUST A BUNCH OF HOCUS POCUS
[Once everything's properly set in stone for him and (mostly) accepted, Halloween rears it's ugly head. He doesn't hate it or anything, but considering the last party he went to ended up full of mind-altered costumed civilians trying to fight him...? Well.]
You've got to be kidding me.
I already had to deal with one Halloween jamboree, and now this?
[“ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. TOUCH NOTHING AND NOTHING WILL TOUCH YOU!”]
Alright, alright. No touchy. I can do no touching.
[He almost touches, like, everything. But he manages to reel himself in. The truth is, he had been hoping that maybe coming here would assauge his concerns that he's being cheated and lied to. Maybe Mysterio's behind all this, lurking somewhere he can't see. Maybe he's not really anywhere and it's a big hallucination by Scorpion's sting. How can he know without exploring every possible avenue? Color him skeptical, okay? He's a scientist. He's got to science this out.
Wanna come explore potential danger?
Peter's sure game. What's the worst that can happen...?]
WE DID THE MASH
[Stacking plates, stacking plates, gotta get them snacks, coming through, don't mind him — if he's gonna be stuck in some weird dreamworld thing, he might as well rest for a moment. The haunted house thing really, uh, it really did wonders in leaning him more towards 'holy shit, this is all really real'. Best to just take some time off of letting his brain turn to mush in its overdrive.
(It's either that or go home to sulk and be upset about home and what happened, and he can't let himself to that, either.)
He looks at a gravestone, swallows candy.]
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We can actually touch this stuff, right?
[OOC: If you wanna do anything particular for the TDM, hit me up at
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[ She doesn't sound so sure, but. ]
At least, there were no signs around saying we couldn't, so... bottoms up?
[ She's got a cup of cider in her hand, at least and she holds it up. Cheers? ]
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He taps his glass to hers, smiling a little.]
Bottoms up.
... I don't know if I trust this place enough to get too crazy though. It's all a little insane.
[And I punch people dressed as different animals for a living.]
IT’S JUST A BUNCH OF HOCUS POCUS
We're totally opening that door, right? And by "we" I mean you.
[ Most people might assume he's just wearing a weird halloween costume, maybe a confused Spider-Man, so he doesn't really worry about any perceptions of him Peter might have. Though... He normally doesn't worry about them anyway. ]
Or are you just going to stare at it and try to will it open like some kind of X-Person. Wait, you're not a mutant, right? Is that what you're doing?
[ What is giving people a second to catch their thoughts before spamming them with questions?? ]
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[He looks toward the guy with his furrowed bushy brows, bless his soul. He definitely just assumes he's in a halloween costume, though — does he know that one? It seems weirdly familiar. Not someone he knows or anything in the hero biz, but... Eh, maybe it's just his imagination. More importantly:]
I'm not a —
Wait, no, no, we should not be touching anything. You read the sign, right? And you've seen scary movies. We should definitely follow the magic doors and not the one screaming for us to get murdered.
[hi I'm the logical half of this duo]
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C'mon. Live a little. I won't let anything get you. [ But Wade doesn't give Peter really another chance before he's brushing past him and OH, look at that, touchy touchying that doorknob. It gives off a cliche creeeeaaaak as he pulls it open. ] Oooh, spooky.
[ His voice rises a few octaves as he calls out into the darkened room, one hand coming up to cup around his mouth for dramatic effect. ] Helloooo, paging all ghosts, demons and anything in-between.
[ Peter, are you gonna follow this maniac into that dark room? ]
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Oh, for cryin' out loud...
[This was a losing battle, and he's already got the spidey sense of 'oh god, I'm stuck with an idiot' vibrating up and down his spine. He does consider for a moment just leaving the guy to his devices — but the moment he considers the possibility for danger, he knows there's absolutely no way he's gonna abandon someone to get attacked by... whatever might be here. If there even is. This could be just some stupid haunted house thing, with absolutely no repercussions. Hell, this guy could be a villain who has pulled all of this on Peter, just to get at Spider-Man.
But he'll worry about that later. He wastes no time stepping quickly in front of Deadpool like a guy who is about to square up for another. He yells back:]
He's not paging! Just ignore him, we're passing right through!
[He grabs Deadpool by the shoulders, spins him like he's pushing a wheelchair, and starts them back toward the door — just as it slams shut in their faces.]
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Has anyone told you you have nice eyes? [ Flirting... at a time like this? Of course.... How can he even see Peter's eyes in this light? But his attention shifts from Peter's face to past his head, looking back at something. ] The plot thickens. [ He lifts a hand to press at Peter's shoulder, pushing him aside so he can head over to the TV that's started flickering with an image. ] Eeee! Samara heard me!
[ He should probably definitely be more worried or scared about this. But it's okay. He has his brick. All is fine Dorothy will protect them. ]
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(Felicia is absolutely a beast at being an exception, damn her.)
He huffs. HUFFS. This guy, I s2g.]
I think her name would be Sadako, actually.
[No, Peter, that's ridiculous, there's no such thing as—
Oh, there's water pouring out of the screen. He grabs Wade's shoulders and, again, pulls him back near-effortlessly from the screen to scold his ass.] Are you trying to get us killed now? This is kind of a little too good for a plain haunted house, don't you think?
[Mainly, his spider senses are going fucking bonkers.]
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He gasps at Peter's comment, but then there are hands on him again. ] Movie references? Be still my beating heart. [ And wow, this kid is strong. Wade puts up no fight, and instead lets Peter pull him around. ] I get that I'm irrisistable and you can't keep your hands off me, Bambi-eyes, but now is not the -- huh? [ His attention is again drawn to the TV, totally ignoring Peter's scolding.
He squirms out of Peter's grasp once again, and like a moth to a flame is back in front of the TV. ] Oh, I've always wanted to try this. [ Peter, that sense, is it getting stronger, because all of a sudden a head is popping out of the television, long hair and all -- but then Wade's pushing it back into the television with one hand. He looks so pleased with himself, but then his body jerks in a strange movement that looks like a cough before water is coughed up from behind his mask. Not just a little water either. Oh, don't mind him stumbling back and coughing up even more water. Wade's lucky he's not a normal person and can handle a little drowning. ]
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Alright, Peter, think, think.
[H'okay, he knows the movies enough that he might be able to handle this on his own, and maybe even quickly enough to save this insane person's life. Gritting his teeth, he moves toward the VHS tapes (he was a VHS kid growing up, maybe the last of their kind at his age; teens these days, am I right?). He starts fidgeting with the tapes and is preoccupied enough that he ignores the soft but slow tearing of webbing fluid in the corner of the room.]
Don't die — don't die, I think I can make this work. If it's movie rules.
You're gonna be alright.
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Maybe this is one of those things that he's actually gonna die from. Huh.
The worst part is he can't even talk. All he can really do is vaguely listen to Peter's rambling. Which actually, would probably be comforting if it weren't for the fact that he can barely pay it attention.
His hands scramble to pull the bottom of his mask free and push it up to just under his nose. Peter's fucking with something and Wade can't pay attention. He's pretty sure he's about to fall over and embrace the void when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye, a pair of arms pulling a body out of the television.
Webs: 0, Supernatural: 1.
Peter doesn't seem to notice her, especially not when she moves to lunge toward him. Fuck! Wade uses what's left of his energy to slam his body into Peter's, pushing the younger man out of the way, and instead getting up close and personal with the undead brat. Yeah, that's definitely enough to cause him to crumple to the ground, water still seeping from his mouth.
Yeah. Okay, this might have been a bad idea. ]
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Well, I'm gonna die.
[Exasperatedly spoken, just before he flings himself off the wall and barrels into the ghost girl with the force of a fucking car. It throws them both so hard, they break through the lock holding the next room at bay. Are those — shelves of dolls? He doesn't get long to examine the terrain, because Sadako-Samara is magically standing without a mark on her, putting her fingers around Peter's throat. He starts wheezing — then gargling — then dry-drowning with the same unpleasant feeling as Deadpool. Only, you know, he'll definitely be dead if he doesn't do something.
He staggers backward from the ghost girl on his knees, turning to look toward the machine that copies the movie over; it just — it's almost there, just needs a few more buttons pressed. If it even works. If it's not just something he bullshitted. He struggles to crawl back towards it, and considers weakly if he can just hit the button with a thwip of a web.
(Is that guy still alive? Maybe they're both super screwed right now-)]
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Don't feel bad. [ He says, pulling himself up to his feet and eyeing Peter. ] I can't kill me either. [ He gives the ghost one more glance before lunging for the VHS. Shit shit, hope this is what he's supposed to do!!! He presses a button and then another and oop, she flickers out of existence. He scrambles over to Peter. ] I know CPR if you need it. [ Despite saying this, he tugs his mask back down. He's not in the mood to be judged for looking like Freddy Krueger impregnated an avocado and he was the result. ] I know CPR if you don't need it too. I'll even do the whole 'Annie, are you okay?' thing. [ He holds a hand out to him to help him back up.
Is Wade feeling a little bad Bambi dealt with well, drowning because of him? Sure. But whose life isn't improved by a little drowning? ] And look, you found the door! [ That's probably not a good thing. ]
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But hey, there's no more water, and eventually he just wipes his face off on his sleeve and looks at Wade like he's completely insane (I mean, if the shoe fits, throw it and yell like Braveheart). He doesn't quite take the hand yet, kneeling to recover. His lungs are on fire.]
How — [cough] the hell? [cough] Keep your lips away from me, thanks.
That some kind of superpower of yours? Drowning?
[Okay, okay, he knows it's probably some immortality thing or something. But what the heck.]
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[ He stays there, waiting for Peter to take his offered help. Yeah, this guy seems like he's got a couple screws loose and really can't take a hint. ] Don't your lungs just feel cleaner? Like a car-wash. I wonder if there are any evil ghost brats that have a solution for a back that won't pop.
[ He eyes Peter for a moment, then his gaze finds the remains of the door. ] Are you okay?
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... Oh, yeah, I'm great. Never been better.
[Oh wow, yeah, that door sure is busted up, huh? That should be a real pain in the literal back tomorrow. For normal schmoes, anyway. The almost drowning thing was way worse, though, and there's not an ounce of pain in his movements as he finally (begrudgingly) accepts the hand and hauls himself up.]
My lungs feel like they were almost turned into water jugs in a general store.
So no. I'm mad at you for almost getting me killed because you ignore warning signs.
Here's me, giving you the cold shoulder, being mad at you.
[He turns his shoulder and starts moving toward the doll room, expecting the other guy to follow, since they're... y'know. Not really able to go anywhere else right now.]
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[ Wade does follow, after all he has to make sure nothing in this next room kills him and -- ] Eurgh. [ That is certainly the noise that escapes him the moment they step foot in the room filled with dolls. ] Can we go back? I prefer the -- Oh God, did that one just move its head. Tell me I'm just overly creeped out and that didn't actually happen. [ Yeah, for someone who was talking about keeping Peter safe... Those sure are suddenly hands on both of Peter's shoulders as he pretty much hides behind him. Not that... The 6'2" dude can really... Do much hiding.... ] Their eyes are just so... creepy. [ He's not a fan of this room. ] I can't tell if I'm terrified or if I'm hungry.
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I thought you were all about being hands-off?
[Suffice to say, he's trying in vain to nudge the hands off his shoulders — not that he's trying all that hard. He's really wanting to pick at his brain and try to remember if he knows a 'Deadpool'. And that's a terrible name for a hero, so he's assuming this guy might be a villain undercover or one of those completely annoying anti-heroes he's had the displeasure of keeping in line.
Felicia, he hopes you're feeling like someone's thinking about you right now.
Well, he was, for a brief moment. He's kind of getting a little creeped out himself—]
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[My hearing is superhuman, but like, that's not quiet at all. That's definitely little doll feet clacking on the floor.]
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No, I was all for you having your hands all over me. [ God damn it, and he's already distracted from the dolls with flirting again. You did this to yourself Parker. As if to prove this point, he gropes Peter's shoulders in something that despite being shoulders, is still somehow vaguely lewd.
She does, and she knows who it is making her ears burn too. ] If I say no, can we pretend you don't hear little feet? Because I really don't want to hear Chucky and his bride scuttling around planning their attack. Even if I was weirdly attracted to her. 1998 was a strange time for me, okay?
[ Luckily for Peter, Wade's withdrawing his hands from his shoulders to tug the brick that has been duct taped to his side free. Wade Wilson, armed and deadly, everyone. ]
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Not great???? He slaps the hands at his shoulders, absently. Thanks for moving those, you weirdo.]
I wouldn't know, I was three in 1998; Blues Clues was more my scene. Now shh.
[................. Huh, it's suddenly crazy quiet.
Peter flinches as a wave of his spidey sense strikes again.
From above. Around the time when a lot of doll-shaped shadows are leaping from the top shelves and flying straight for Wade and Peter. Lucky for him, he had enough of a heads up to start ducking and weaving away from — tiny knives????? Quick, Spidey, think of something really cool and R-Rated to say for this horror movie—]
Oh, crap!
[Nailed it.]
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He's certainly listening along with Peter. Or at least trying to. Really he's just internally screaming about hitting on a -- wait let him do the math. Carry the one, and... Oh wait, he's like a young adult, okay, that's a little more acceptable. BUT NOT BY MUCH.
Oh, shit. Well, Wade had been more preoccupied with doing maths than... well... murder dolls. So while Peter manages to duck and weave... Wade gets a handful of tiny little knives jabbed into him. ]
Ouch! Ouch! Shit! What the actual shit!!! [ But at least he's fighting back, throwing the little shits against the floor and stomping on them. He's also not taking those little knives out of him... Shhh, just pretend they're not there. He doesn't want to start healing and hurt Peter. ] I preferred Samara!!!!
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