souvlaki week three

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE LOGGIN̨̬̦͖̜̳͚G̸̪̰̬̥̪̗ͅ ̣Y̛O̶̭͔̜̠U̻̫̭̮̞̗ͅ ͈͖I̝͇̦̱Ń͎͔̳ ͅ.̴͖̙͇ ͏. ̨̲. S̯̻̟͈̩̘͞O̻̲͚̘̦̰U̡̖V̴̺͓̗͙LAKI week three 3...2...1... In the dead of the night, you open your eyes. You are a Souvlaki, a parasitic alien race with the ability to infest a host, control their body, and even alter their memories and state of consciousness. An accident has trapped you on this ship...but also provided you with a source of powerful hosts should you have the cunning and skill to capture it for your own. Unfortunately, the AI and uninfected will be none too pleased should they learn of your presence, so for now you need to lay low and play along with the game. To avoid risk of detection, you will remain in a dormant state and allow your host full control at all times save for one night of the week, where you will meet with your fellow Souvlaki to discuss your plans. Tonight is that night. Your host remains fast asleep as you bypass this ship's primitive technology, hiding your movements from the AI as you head to the viewing port, locking the door behind you. souvlaki rulebook souvlaki HANBOO taken info cards

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[al2955]

[Brief change of plans tonight. While you still meet in the viewing port, you all have a sudden telepathic urge to head to the arrival room where the bodies of Niles and Maria Hill are now laying in their pods. Their eyes flicker when they see you, though their bodies stay stiff and unmoving - it seems they're still awake.

What now?]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

What a... cruel punishment. To be alive and awake, but unable to do anything. Poor things.

[he sounds like he definitely means it. (no)]

[jackhole]

[ finally, he can actually do something. in fact, there's a bright smile on rhys' face as he enters the room and it all sort of clicks for him.

this is nice. ]

I wish there were four.

[ why does that sound so creepy coming from him? ]

[brooches]

Don't get greedy! There's 8 limbs among them, so that's plenty to go around.

[ She got a thing for limbs, I guess? ]

[jackhole]

[ yeah, he knows. ]

But having to share them with you? Awful.

[brooches]

You should be flattered. I'll be there to pick up where you slack off.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

So you're volunteering to work together? Great. "Dave" and I will take the other one, then.

[:)]

[brooches]

What? No!

[ Protesting does nothing. Huffy and completely crossing of the arms here. ]

I thought the term was sly as a fox, not cat?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'm sure I don't know what you mean, my dear. [a beat, and then:] It sounds a lot like you're refusing an order, though.

[jackhole]

[ OHHHH SNAP ]

[brooches]

[ ELBOW TO GUT @ EXTRA TERRHYSTRIAL? ]

S-Sorry! I'll deal with him if it so pleases you.

[ Loyalty eyes @ Meowstermind ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[grins as he grabs her hand and kisses it like in the icon]

Don't worry. I know you would never.

[or else :)]

[jackhole]

[ he's now in pain and also he hates you two? ]

And here I was in such a good mood.

[ rubbing his stomach and walking off towards maria, grumbling. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[cackles because your meowstermind is an asshole]

If you're too grumpy to play, you can always sit it out.

[jackhole]

[ no ]

[brooches]

[ i never hit publish on this:

]

[parodeity]

Always happy to help out, man.

[ sorry niles and maria ]

[parodeity]

I'm sure cuttin' people to shreds will be a balm to your soul.

[ thumbs up ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

And help we will. We wouldn't want anyone else to end up like these poor souls, would we?

[he touches the glass on Niles's pod lightly, watching his eyes move with it. grins]

This should be deterrent enough.

[parodeity]

Sure you don't want to scrawl "Vote" in their blood? Though obvs I don't mind people not votin' if it means we get to play a little bit.

[ He casually leans against Niles' pod, grinning down at the guy. ]

Sooooo helpful of computer chick to make it so they can't do a thing, though it does take away a little bit of the fun. We'll have to make the scream track in our heads.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

We could always bring a tablet next time. Those scream nicely, don't they?

[he thought that was hilarious tbh. anyway. he's just going to gently, lovingly, transform his host body's arm into an abomination and SMASH THAT FUCKING GLASS]

[parodeity]

[ DAVE WAS LEANING AGAINST THAT GLASS, MAN but as proven by the race, he's speedy as all get out and jumps out of the way of the shattering glass.

while laughing. ]

Well, aren't we eager today? You want the first swipe, o master mine? [ he takes off his shades, since.

they aren't gonna stay on when they go full on abomination. they're dropped casually into dave's sylladex. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[completely unapologetic:]

I wanted to see you move. It's impressive.

[ignoring that he... totally... "saw" it yesterday in the race. he's going to move on to ripping the door straight off and throwing it aside. he does have some considerable strength with this host furried up and all.]

Hmm, eager, yes, but I'm just trying to set a scene.

messin' up bodies

[brooches]

Let's get this over with.

[ Spoken to all of them, but particularly Rhys. As ambitious as she is, she would much rather avoid any of those midnight roamers. Hancock, especially. ]

I want to make it as messed up as possible. They need a little spook.

[parodeity]

[ and that was sans flashstepping...dave strider should not be allowed to race anything ]

You haven't seen anything yet. But sweet. I can get behind a scene. Bet you wish you'd voted now, right, dude?

[ to...niles...who can't reply. dave's smile is friendly and casual as he leans over the guy. ]

Though we're totally grateful you didn't. Gives us something to kill time with before we start murderin' fuckin' everyone.