[hr][hr][center][h3][color=cc33ff][b]Guin Stark[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/LX7QfPqr/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Reception
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Guin smiled a bit uneasily as Cass asked Mary whether or not she would be welcome at the Xavier Institute again. The ending of the partnership between the X-Men and S.H.I.E.L.D. had been messy to say the least, further complicated by the top secret program Cass had been recruited for shortly afterwards. Guin's memories of that time were a bit cloudy, consisting of a blur of grieving over the death of Muscles, the future counterpart of Pietro. Her smile fell as she remembered the way his corpse looked, covered in all of that blood... Her eyes darted over towards her husband. Would he be killed by anti-mutant extremists in less than a decade? Her chest felt a bit tight, the amount of air she drew in with each breath decreasing. 	

	[color=cc33ff]"Y-yeah..."[/color] Guin told Mary absentmindedly, before shaking her head a little bit. It was her wedding day and she was determined to enjoy herself. Her fingers were shaking slightly and her head felt light in spite of her best efforts to remain calm. [color=cc33ff]"I mean... I'm not sure if I ever want kids,"[/color] she answered Cass, trying to focus on the question and not think more about how the ruby red blood had contrasted with Muscles' silver hair. [color=cc33ff]"I don't think we're going to do things really any different. Probably just stick with the X-Men, save the world from annoying villains who need to be defeated by finding some sort of MacGuffin, and then be called menaces to society on the nightly news."[/color]

	Pietro sent a soothing sensation through their mental link, clearly picking up on the slight PTSD flashback Guin was having. [color=7ea7d8][i]It's okay Guina.[/i][/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"You know, actually, my dad looks like he wants to come talk to me and he paid for all of this, so I ought to go do that,"[/color] Guin said, excusing herself. She squeezed Pietro's hand. Guin then gave a smile to everyone there before walking over to her father where he was talking with Rhodey. [color=cc33ff]"Hey, Daddy."[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][color=12ABB0][b]Neil Spellman[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/3RnqLcdD/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=12ABB0]Location:[/color][/b] the Reception
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	For a brief moment, Neil realized how surreal speaking to Thor really was. He had been raised by witches, celebrating holidays such as Yule, the Hare Moon, Lupercalia, and Feast of Feasts. His aunties prayed to various pagan deities and he was pretty sure that they had prayed to Thor from time to time. Neil's beliefs were more on the agnostic side - maybe his aunties were right about everything, maybe they weren't. He hadn't made up his mind yet, though he supposed he believed in Thor since... well, he was standing right there in front of them, looking like someone on a bender. Had Ragnarok happened or something?

	[color=12ABB0]"It's a card game,"[/color] Neil explained, opening up the box. [color=12ABB0]"Basically, the black cards are questions or statements. Players pick a white card to answer the question or complete the phrase. The judge then reads all of the cards and decides which one they like best, usually what's the most demented or funniest..."[/color] He was suddenly nervous that he had forgotten something important when explaining the basics of the game. For some reason, Neil really wanted to make a good impression on the God of Thunder. [color=12ABB0]"And, uh, you determine the first judge by who.... who pooped last."[/color] Neil then turned bright red. He wished that some deity would blast him out of existence.