The Park, Tuesday afternoon, January 7, 2020

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Well. It wasn't the stupidest plan Steve had ever heard of (that one still went to "let's drop a bomb into a hurricane full of sharks!") but if Nina's oh-so-handwavy message about a ritual that involved hand holding and singing and showing that they all had peace and joy and whatever in their hearts, Steve was up for it.

He'd find someone to punch over it later.

So here he was, in the park with song lyrics printed out helpfully for folks who hadn't memorized the song last night, ready to use his very best Captain America is Disappointed in You face to get people to play along with this and hopefully get their people back.

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Gather!

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Pick up your song lyrics and your Santa hats/ugly sweaters/festive socks!

Or be Extremely Confused about why we are still celebrating the Spirit of Christmas in January, wonder what Christmas even is, etc., etc.

SING

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While holding hands and having joy and innocence in your hearts!

...yeah, this was doomed.

Well, That Didn't Work

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Because here come hordes of deranged Christmas toys and sentient cookies, off of gingerbread boats from...Ingvar.

Huh.

Fighting now, tracking them to Ingvar later!

OOC

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I typoed "festive socks" as "cocks" originally. I blame everyone seducing Krampus.

Feel free to mod your own toy/cookie horror to fight against, or hit me up down here for an NPC!

The rescue post/kidnapees bitching while hanging over a pit on Ingvar will go up a little later!