it is the season of the spirit

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WHO: The Avengers! Tag yoselves in!!
WHERE: The Avengers mansion!
WHEN: December 4th.
WARNINGS: Holiday cheer!!!!
SUMMARY: That big decorating open log. Meg wrote this.,..
FORMAT: Quick!

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MISCELLANEOUS!

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[ Bob's at a table full of crafts, making Christmas cards. He's carefully drawing a little smiling Santa Hulk with pencil, watercolors and glitter and scissors and other materials strewn around him. Uh, still in costume, although he's got paint on his fingers. ]

[godofnicehair]

[Thor's somewhat aimlessly wandering around with a big mug of something that is no doubt alcoholic, but he comes right over when he spots Bob, leaning over his shoulder to see what he's doing:]

'Tis the Hulk!

[...and sits down.]

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[ Bob smiles at him and dips his brush into the green paint. ]

Hi Thor. I thought um -- he would be the most recognizable on an Avengers Christmas card.

[godofnicehair]

[Thor just replies with a nonspecific "hmmm!" before picking up a card and flipping it over, as if contemplating making one.

And he looks at the paint, and looks at Bob's, and drops it again. Nope. So he goes back to leaning into Bob's workspace, probably totally getting in the way of the light like an annoying person.]

A good likeness.

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Thank you. [ Slathers some green paint on. He missed drawing... although he looks disappointed for a moment that Thor doesn't join him. He points at one of the blank cards. ]

Do you want me to paint you one?

[godofnicehair]

[He hesitates, a little surprised at that, and finally shakes his head, waving the suggestion away.]

You need not trouble yourself.

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It's really no trouble. I'm making a bunch anyway. [ Headtilt!! ]

[godofnicehair]

Well, then!

[Bangs his mug on the table in LET'S DO THIS emphasis, which causes apple cider to splash all over a few blank cards OOPS. He stares at them for a second (HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN) and shuffles them into a splashy-card pile, a little sheepish.]

My apologies.

[Aaand carefully moves his drink to the edge of the table.]

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Oh -- it's okay, here, let me -- [ He picks up the splashy cards. ]

Don't apologize, I can fix them later. It's easy, see? [ He picks one up and the stain fades away under his touch. ]

[godofnicehair]

[For a moment, he's plainly taken aback: seeing that power exercised so casually is unsettling, especially in light of the events of the parade.

But this is supposed to be some sort of party, so, remembering himself, Thor smiles, and takes the card.]

Wondrous strange! This shall be mine.

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[ Bob moves the paints so they're more evenly between them. ]

What's going to be on your card?

[godofnicehair]

[He looks at the paints and...picks up a pencil. And stares at the card. And stares at Bob's card. And looks at the tree. He has no idea what he's doing.]

I have no skill for this.--New York, mayhap.

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It doesn't need to be perfect. [ Bob paints in the Hulk's pants. ]

[godofnicehair]

[He's just drawing, for about half a minute, and the card turns into a crude and simplistic--but pretty accurate, from a certain point of view--skyline of the city. He just looks at it for a second, unimpressed but not particularly unhappy about it, and sets his pencil down.

...And goes back to watching Bob's card. DONE NOW.]

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[ Bob paints Hulk's little Santa hat, before he glances at what Thor did. ]

Do you want me to pass the glitter?