SOUVLAKI WEEK SIX

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE LOGGIN̨̬̦͖̜̳͚G̸̪̰̬̥̪̗ͅ ̣Y̛O̶̭͔̜̠U̻̫̭̮̞̗ͅ ͈͖I̝͇̦̱Ń͎͔̳ ͅ.̴͖̙͇ ͏. ̨̲. S̯̻̟͈̩̘͞O̻̲͚̘̦̰U̡̖V̴̺͓̗͙LAKI week six 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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[brooches]

[ Call it some flare. Call it some arrogance. You get to see Elizabeth as you've never seen her before. Her hair was undone, combed as opposed to her youthful ponytail. Her attire more modern (1950s as opposed to 1910s) in a form-fitting black skirt and tight white shirt. The click of heels are definitely enough to cause attention to her own new outfit. Hey - it was in the closet not being used, so why not? ]

Boys, I hate to call dibs, but -

[ Elizabeth is wicked, sitting against nearest counter and dripping nothing but arrogance or sex appeal. Maybe both. She's into it. Her painted red lips crack into a smirk and she finishes: ]

I want to go first.

If our leader so agrees, that is.

[parodeity]

[ ok, but she totally doesn't hate to call dibs...dave is sitting on one of the couches, arms crossed and shades on, but one eyebrow ticks up. ]

I'm not gonna fight you for it.

[ ...well. he is the one who doesn't sign up for extra work... ]

Got something in particular in mind?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[he's lying languidly on one of the other couches, though he does sit up in interest at Liz's Dramatic Entrance.]

Of course she does. She wouldn't burst in with such a declaration otherwise. [it's said like a fact, but it's also a warning to Liz: shit better be good. he shrugs] I have no objections with any order any of you come up with.

[brooches]

[ SHE KNEW HE'D APPRECIATE THE ENTRANCE. ]

The greenhaired little shit put everyone on guard. The longer this takes, the more I'll gain suspicion. It's better I get this over with so we can have the grandest of finales.

[ And honestly, she's so sure Adrien will pull this off. Doki Doki. :) ]

Still working out the details, but now we know what they look for - all physical stuff. I'm thinking of a good red herring. Poison or suffocation masked with something gruesome.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[listen the subtle compliment is not unheard and he is smirking a bit, which is also why he offers:]

Poison would be easier than suffocation. [he leans forward] But you're skipping steps now, my dear. Do you have a victim in mind?

[brooches]

I was thinking Hancock. After the stunt last week, the least I could do for Elizabeth is off the man who causes her so much grief.

[ Dildos... stripping... emotional moments... :) ]

But, in all seriousness, he's becoming a threat.

[ She pulls out the napkin Hancock gave her, listing all of the items he was able to secure for the group. ]

It's a matter of being practical at this point. He's gotta go.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[hitting him right in the drama preference on top of it being a smart move? there's a reason Liz is the meowstermind's fav and it is absolutely her overachieving ways]

A bold first move. I like it. And you've got nearly everything planned out?