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fandomhighdorms2009-11-21 09:41 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening
Okay, true believers, the last time we'd seen our mean green heroine-in-training, she'd been dancing about in her underwear and singing about homicide1.
This evening, however, she was more clothed and less full of song. Instead, she sat on the couch, stretched out with a pint of Cherry Garcia in hand. The TV was tuned to a rerun of Mythbusters. They were playing diet cola and Mentos. It was putting a smile on her face just as much as the ice cream.
This was how the She-Hulk liked to spend a quiet Saturday night in.
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1 - Last night, gremlin bite -- Natch!
[ooc: Open post! I'm testing out a more... comics-y narrative.]
This evening, however, she was more clothed and less full of song. Instead, she sat on the couch, stretched out with a pint of Cherry Garcia in hand. The TV was tuned to a rerun of Mythbusters. They were playing diet cola and Mentos. It was putting a smile on her face just as much as the ice cream.
This was how the She-Hulk liked to spend a quiet Saturday night in.
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1 - Last night, gremlin bite -- Natch!
[ooc: Open post! I'm testing out a more... comics-y narrative.]

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"...really?"
It actually seemed a shame, to her.
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But give her a few years, she'd be wearing an unpractical leotard for a costume yet.
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"It was a gremlin bite, though," she said. "No one thinks those actually apply to you as a person."
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"Only your part of it, I would hope," Raven said.
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