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[mouthiness]

[Coming into Deadpool's headspace, you might just go into sensory overload. The area is like being in the eye of a hurricane only instead of an actual storm there's thoughts and memories. Images, sounds, and scenes all whirl by, never staying for long enough to get too good of a look. Snippets of fights, the faces of friends, lyrics to annoying

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[likethetragedy]

[Elektra is pinching the bridge of her nose. It was hard to say whether she was checking in on people or had simply gotten lost in the craziness; probably a bit of both. In any case, she sighs.]

Headache aside, I almost envy you.

[mouthiness]

[The Deadpool tilts his head over the couch, smiling]

Ele! Hey! How's it going?

[likethetragedy]

[Elektra offers a small smile back. At least this headspace isn't trying to kill her.]

Fine. This place isn't too bad.

[mouthiness]

[He waves her over. COME SIT WITH HIM]

It's not so bad until you have to live here.

[likethetragedy]

[Fine fine she's coming to sit down.] Really? I don't have to worry about anything suddenly popping into existence and trying to kill me?

[mouthiness]

Not right now! But you gotta remember. This is how my brain is all the time. All. The time. It's not really a picnic. Though ooooh that's a good idea.

[likethetragedy]

Look I get it. Mine isn't exactly... [She grins.] You want a picnic?

[mouthiness]

Yeah! A picnic. We could get a basket, a blanket... You know, the whole nine yards!
[And on the TV, a stereotypical picnic scene plays. Deadpool out of costume and Elektra are sitting on a red and white checkered blanket with an opened picnic basket. Deadpool hands her a sandwich then the screen flickers and goes back to normal]

It'll be awesome!

[likethetragedy]

[Elektra glances at it and back to Deadpool. Huh. That's interesting.]

Just as long as you don't try to combine all the food together.