#paxeuropaea

“Annie!!! You found me!!” Tony beamed seeing his best friend. “Sorry for vanishing like that... I didn’t have a choice...”

“I ain’t taking glitter away from you, but be careful where you throw it. You’re an incoherent fucking mess, and that’s fine, but I see any of that shit on me again and I won’t give you a third chance. It takes weeks to get that shit out, and it’s worse than sand. Do you know how fucking hard it is to be worse than sand?”

“I know this is a long shot, but have you seen a Zoroark around?”  Nikki’s frowning, dark blue eyes searching around for her companion Pokemon.  She really ought to keep him in his ball...but he hates it.  “Or, y’know, another me runnin’ around.  He loves to prank people and pin it on me.”

The ocean wind picked up towards them, picking up a bit of sand at her feet as it formed a small barrier around the goddess. She moved past the other, expanding the area of the wind, sweeping up trash into the whirlwind with ease.

A flash of metal catches the rodent’s attention. It’s not a limb of flesh, but a prosthetic that he is drawn to. Hammond doesn’t stop to consider whether or not the woman is paying attention before he scampers toward her. Lacking any semblance of human social skills, he sets his little front paws on the woman’s arm and stares down at the intricate plating. He makes a few excited squeaks as he admires the craftsmanship. “[FASCINATING. THERE SEEMS TO BE NO DAMAGE OR LOOSE WIRING]”, a giant round mech exclaims from a few yards behind. Hammond is clearly enraptured by the elegant form fitting design. Everything the rodent makes is scavenged from damaged and discarded junk, and he is delighted to see something crafted with care rather than hastily clashed together.

"I wonder if we can create a genetic modified potato that sprouts out of the ground already peeled." Clint wondered out loud while peeling one more to help with the kitchen duties.

           Troy doesn’t say a word, but his eyes are screaming don’t do it as she inches closer and closer towards the stray cat. He wasn’t an expert on animals, in fact he seemed to be drawn to the random stragglers, but this particular feline looked like it would pull out a knife at any moment.