Welcome to town!

[Edward]

"And I'm the Shoveller."  He smiles.  "I shovel well.  I shovel very well."

[Brian]

"That's....  That's really neat," Foxglove says with a nod.  "And what about-"

Which is as far as she gets before someone streaks into sight and stops just before her.  This is Raye, in her blue-yellow skin-tight speedsuit.  "Heya!" she cheers.  "Why y'all waitin' down there?  Come on up!  Have somethin' ta eat!"

She's gone just as quickly as she left and Foxglove becomes completely visible, looking irritably over her shoulder.  "Um."

[Ragnar]

"Right, then," says Dwight, beginning to climb the stairs. "As for me, I'm Dwight D. Eisenpower. ...Don't ask," he adds, "it's a long story. But you can just call me 'Ike.'"

After a brief pause, he says, "Anyway, who in the blue blazes was that?"

[Halbarad]

"I'm... uh... Balrog?" the giant toaster/refrigerator/suitcase offers, edging around Gargoyle to get a better look at what's going on. "I can fly, and not much can really stop me, at least not for very long."

Sidestepping a bit, he tries to get a better look at their host - it's not easy getting out of a boat with six-inch legs, and harder still to get a look past a group of people when you're only three feet tall. "Why is there a table in the middle of the floor, anyway? Upside-down, I mean."

[Edward]

"There's food upstairs," the Shoveller says to Balrog.   He glances at the stairwell to see if there's the slightest hope of Balrog being able to fly up it.  "Um, do yu eat?"

[Brian]

"Uh ... that's...."  She trails off lamely, then brightens and says, "So, hey, come on up!"  The stairs are wide enough to accommodate Balrog and the Gargoyle comfortably ... though the steps might be a bit high for the waddling appliance.

[Edward]

"How are you with stairs?" the Shoveller asks Balrog.

[Bjorn]

The Gargoyle cuts to the chase of the manner by picking Balrog up and lumbering up the stairs with over-sized toaster in hand.  He pauses briefly when the stairs groan under their combined mass, but manages to make the top unhindered, where he puts Balrog down again.  "There you go," he rumbles.

[Edward]

The Shoveller attempts to stifle a chuckle and follows up the stairs.

[Brian]

At the top of the stairs, Foxglove is looking back over her shoulder (somewhat reproachfully) at Raye.  The two super heroines are standing together in front of a buffet table that's almost identical to the one at the bottom of the staircase.  Almost, of course, because this one is still upright, and covered with all manner of food.  Standing behind the table is the massive figure of the Guardian, who is busily loading up an oversize plate with mashed potatoes.

[Edward]

The Shoveller takes a plate and starts down the table, trying a bit of several differnet things.

[Brian]

The Guardian makes an approving grunt, then backs away towards the far wall.  There are a number of chairs there, including one extra-large bench that's the right scale for Gargoyle or Guardian-sized figures.  It's unlikely that Balrog can actually even sit.

The Action Kid is staring up at the Guardian as though awestruck.  "He's huge," he stage-whispers to Eisenpower.  "He looks only kinda big on T.V., not like ... huge!"

[Bjorn]

Meat.  Images of raw, dripping sides of beef fill the Gargoyle's head for a moment, but luckily there are no such "delicacies" present to tempt him.  Instead he very deliberate takes a plate of fried potatoes and lumbers over to sit on the bench.  There's only a minor pause as he realizes that this means he'll have to sit beside the Guardian.  The Guardian.  

It's kind of impressive to watch a seven foot fiery stone monster try and hunch up and make himself inconspicuous.

[Brian]

The Guardian eyes the Gargoyle and nods, between shoveling spoofuls of ... no, on closer examination, he actually is eating with a trowel.  He is literally shoveling away the mashed potatoes and fried chicken.  The bones don't seem to slow him down much.

"So, anyway," Foxglove says, "um, introductions!  Everyone, this is the Guardian."  After an uncomfortable pause, punctuated only by the sound of a stray bone being casually crunched between massive teeth, she adds, "Um, he doesn't speak.  Sorry."  She looks embarrassed, though the Guardian himself merely shrugs.  And continues shoveling.

Now that the Gargoyle is closer, the Guardian is a bit over seven feet tall.  About five of them.  It probably takes a lot of protein to keep a guy that big running.

Raye rolls her eyes.  "Everyone's got their quirks, hon, it ain't no big thang.  Now, let's see 'bout gettin' Cap'n Obvious 'roun' for y'all."  With that, she vanishes so quickly that her wavering afterimage takes a moment to flicker away.

Foxglove sighs, hanging her head.  "Can't even behave for guests," she moans.

[Edward]

The Shoveller smiles at Foxglove.  "Raye was right, don't worry about it.   so long as Gargoyle and Gaurdian don't get into an eating contest, eveything should be fine."  He considers a moment.  "Unless the Captain doesn't want a sidekick, I think that's why Action Kid is here."

He glances between the table, the plates, and Balrog's stubby limbs.  "Do you need help eating?   Do you eat, for that matter?"