[hr][hr][center][h3][color=cc33ff][b]Guin Stark[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Living Room
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Unlike everyone else, Guin had gotten out of the entire ordeal unscathed. Even Edus had taken a few good hits, a fact that annoyed her - along with the fact that he had been the one to shout out Jumanji and end the game. Her armor had a few dents and scratches on it, but it had done its job - it had kept her sequestered from the actual blows and allowed her to deal a lot more damage than punching and kicking things would have done. Her telepathic abilities didn't come in handy too often. Guin opened up the armor and stepped on out, stretching her limbs. [color=cc33ff]"I think I'd need to be drunk or high to play that again - or I suppose if Loki pulled the same stunt we'd end up having to do it, since I'd hardly call us willing participants,"[/color] Guin pointed out. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Uh yeah, but if we're lucky he'll find it too boring to play the same trick twice so we wouldn't have to. Also no being high, ever, that's bad," [/color]Pietro responded, adding the last part in when his brain processed fully what she had said.

	[color=cc33ff]"I like that being drunk is okay,"[/color] she joked, cracking a smile. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"That isn't either, but brain focused on the high part first."[/color]

	Mary looked really beat up - and Guin wasn't sure if Ed had enough strength left in him to play healer. The Viking LARPers appeared a second later though, moving on through a portal, so Guin was hopeful that maybe she could convince them to do some more magic healing. She wasn't against the use of magic, especially when it could get everyone back up to full strength faster than rest and treatment in the med bay could. Guin couldn't even remember if Hank was around at the moment. The chatty one, Klara, volunteered her services in healing not too long afterwards though, meaning that Guin didn't even need to ask her. [color=cc33ff]"Definitely could use help with the healing people. Mary looks like shit, honestly a lot of people here look fucking horrible. Since we beat this game, I'll call ahead and let the Avengers know to expect us - trust me, you do [i]not[/i] want to run into Hawkeye when he's just in his boxers, so it'll give them all a chance to look decent."[/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 Living Room
[b][color=12ABB0]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Neil was completely exhausted. His brain was aching from all of the use of his telekinesis, his stomach was still hurting from his injuries, and his stamina was definitely at an all time low. He could hardly believe it when they were all transported up to the living room and if it hadn't been for the injuries, it would have been like nothing ever happened. [color=12ABB0]"Thank you,"[/color] he said softly to Edus, knowing that he had been the one to roll the dice for the last round. Neil knew that it had been a team effort, but he still couldn't help but have gratitude for the person who managed to win the game and get them all to safety. 

	He looked at Carolina next, worried that she might have somehow become gravely wounded without his noticing. Elizabeth was strangely quiet, but Neil figured that was probably because Iris nearly burned her alive and that would traumatize anyone. [color=12ABB0]"Carolina, are you okay?"[/color] he asked, wanting to check in on his best friend. He had been so worried when she was stuck in the jungle. And when the prospect of hunting Loki down was brought up, Neil felt torn. On the one hand, he wanted to march on down and rip out Loki's spine - and on the other hand, he [i]really[/i] wanted a nap. His eyes were fluttering with tiredness as Klara prattled on, as if she were a boring professor for an 8 AM lecture. 

	[color=#a81a75]"You could look lovely with a ruby eye,"[/color] Runa pointed out to Klara. [color=#a81a75]"Eyepatches aren't quite in style this millennia, although you may become a trendsetter."[/color] She adored fashion. It was something she had in common with her older brother - case in point, she used her magic and chanted a few words, changing up her outfit into [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/385594716634349588/776696320420741170/Renaissance-Medieval-Irish-Costume-Over-Dress-Medieval-Dress-Gothic-Dress-Black-Dress-Full-Set.png?width=576&height=864]something more comfortable[/url]. She was in desperate need of a bath after being stranded inside of the game, but at least she felt a bit cleaner. She turned her gaze towards Lance for a brief moment, a blush coloring her cheeks. [color=#a81a75]"I can attempt to cast a spell to track Loki, although it will be difficult without anything belonging to him, and he is unfortunately not a biological relation of mine or Klara's."[/color]