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in the aching night under satellites i was not received
Who: Ray Palmer and friends (that means you, sorry!)
Where: Anywhere you'd like!
When: 1-Aug
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After returning from home, Ray re-adjusts to Wonderland from a "normal" perspective.
The Story:
so when he bumps into you, it may seem like it's with malicious intent or the result of willful oblivion but immediately, he jumps to apologize: ]
Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! [ did he just say gosh? who is this guy, jimmy fallon? ] Are you OK?
Where: Anywhere you'd like!
When: 1-Aug
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After returning from home, Ray re-adjusts to Wonderland from a "normal" perspective.
The Story:
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[ ray misjudges everything, now. descending the stairs tends to send him flying in a tumble a few floors past where he'd wanted to stop off. he keeps forgetting that he definitely can drink an entire latte. there's this ongoing issue he has with the height of doors that requires quick resolution lest his forehead bear a permanent bruise for the rest of his days…so when he bumps into you, it may seem like it's with malicious intent or the result of willful oblivion but immediately, he jumps to apologize: ]
Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! [ did he just say gosh? who is this guy, jimmy fallon? ] Are you OK?
for iris
so ray does the same thing anyone with a particular hankering for a particular food item would do, and seats himself at one of the dramatic, ornate, tables in the dining room with intent in mind and a belly ready to devour.
he's a stress eater-- or, more aptly, a stress hooverer. a pint full of death-by-chocolate later, and he finds the chairs are actually pretty comfy when you lean back and thunk your feet up on the table. no one's around to scold him, no gideon to huff about his manners, and for once maybe just for once in his entire miserable lonely boy life he can relax.
and then the sneezing starts. ]
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voice;
in the background;
voice;
voice;
voice;
background;
action;
action;
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and i hope that you don't suffer but take the pain
the doctor is kind and helpful-- ray can see the empathy she possesses behind the colder quirks that she leaves on the surface. something about the way she interacts with him makes him feel like she has the same kind of ideals that he does: that any sort of relationship be it friends, or business partners, or more, deserves consideration and respect.
that just because they're all jammed into this little world, becoming friends should be based on more than circumstance. so he'd suggested that they continue their meetings despite his less-prohibitive size. and considering she'd first stumbled on him here in wonderland in the tea rooms, it seems like a great place to keep getting together. ]
Caitlin, hey! Ready for high tea?
[ he might look a bit silly, waving even as he's folded into one of the dainty tables at the dainty setting. but ray looks comfortable as ever surrounded by doilies and cucumber sandwiches. and eager, too, to see if he'd missed anything during his week home. ]
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disaster has a way of remaking our hearts
depending on how quickly she gets her butt down to the bar, she will encounter some level of inebriated noral-sized manchild... ]
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hey gals how ya looking!!!!!
upon closer inspection, the little jets that fire and propel him up, up, up a whole big ol' 3 feet off the ground don't seem very bee like. and there's no fluttering, either.
better take a closer look... ]
SO GOOD
w00t!!!
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throws tagging order out the window holler if it ain't cool yo
No problem! Also sorry I forgot to pin the thread. ;;
I have it pinned but then I forgot about you guys oops
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[Anders is normally faster on the draw when it comes to dodging things coming at him, but he hadn't been expecting the person walking in the other direction to ignore every rule of depth perception and personal space and knock his shoulder.
No harm done, and there's a laugh in Anders' voice. But that easygoing humor turns into recognition not a moment later.]
I know you, don't I? You're the small guy who almost ended up a cat toy. Or you were.
[He's... big now.]
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wrap up soon?
sure thing! :3
[ Action ]
Careful!
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wanna wrap up?
puts a bow on your head
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[ without his mask and suit, barry's rounding the corner to ascend the stairs at a human pace when ray seems to lose his footing. instinctually, he kicks off, all golden-yellow lightning streaking behind him, and he catches ray before he can so much as continue his tripping. ]
[ it's a nice pose, holding ray around the waist. barry's on the staircase, easily holding him up, possibly using the force of his run to steady them. ray has muscle — a lot of lean muscle — that would easily barrel barry right over if he wasn't such a fast runner, and really good hair, too. has it always looked this soft? ]
Ray, hey!
[ and then barry realises. ]
You're tall again, Pinocchio!
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for miranda
the fourth target explodes in what seems like a gust of wind-- one moment it's there and the next, it's dust. and one more moment after that, the sound of jet turbines fills the air as a mostly blue humanoid object rockets overhead and then swings back in a loose arc. the man descends and cuts the jets abruptly, planting into the ground with a thud before realizing he's got company. ]
Oh! Sorry-- hope I didn't mess up your practice...
[ he pulls the helmet off and blinks a few times, tilting his head. it's almost too similar to a curious puppy. ]
Miranda, right?
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