souvlaki week one

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE LOGGIN̨̬̦͖̜̳͚G̸̪̰̬̥̪̗ͅ ̣Y̛O̶̭͔̜̠U̻̫̭̮̞̗ͅ ͈͖I̝͇̦̱Ń͎͔̳ ͅ.̴͖̙͇ ͏. ̨̲. S̯̻̟͈̩̘͞O̻̲͚̘̦̰U̡̖V̴̺͓̗͙LAKI week one 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. The beginning of your invasion starts now. souvlaki rulebook taken info cards

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[monsieurchatastrophe]

[here comes the meowstermind! perched weirdly on a chair like a cat, letting this body's natural instincts take over. his weird leather tail is... moving. like a cat's. because it's magic. he raises an eyebrow when he sees who are the people his fellow delicious brochettes slouvakis have taken over]

Well, this is purromising.

[... please don't kill your leader]

[parodeity]

Oh fuck no, why you gotta play up the worst personality traits each time?

[ whatever. this body can flashstep, and while adrien's tagalong seems to be having a blast messing around, dave's will just. sit his ass down in one of the swivel chairs, spinning in it. ]

Call me a meownion one time and I'm goin' back to bed.

[brooches]

Is that a joke?

[ IT'S NOT FUNNY. She's actually a little taken aback. She's tense, her eyes less doe-like and more determined. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Come on, I can think of something better than that. [but he ... drops it] I'm just testing the waters. Dipping my paws in.

[flexes his claws with a laugh]

Besides, aren't we friends? Dave.

[jackhole]

[ arrives to puns apparently

so the parasite that lives in rhys' head that we're not going to call jack is here and ready to murder! except then there's a bunch of kids here. ]

... Are you kidding me?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I think it's called a pun? He likes it.

[obviously speaking... of himself...]

I'm just getting into character! I'll keep it on the down-low from now on. Cat's honor.

[well he immediately broke that promise]

[parodeity]

Sure we are, Adrien. Best bros, never better.

[ he probably wouldn't leave if he got called a meownion, anyway. he'll wait for dismissal. ]

Oh hey, looks like the gang's all here.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[sighs]

Always going for the obvious, huh?

[come on everybody already expects rhys to murder!!!]

[parodeity]

You picked the crying vomiting dude?

[ really?????? ]

At least he's also a mass-murdering cyborg, I guess.

[brooches]

[ Right. Makes sense. ]

Try not to rake our nerves in the mean time. I don't need this girl any more emotional than she already is.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

And what an interesting gang it is. I wonder how this'll paw-n out for us?

[beat as he shakes his head]

No, that one's bad.

[jackhole]

Oh, please. There are much more obvious people on this ship -- this guy is somewhere in the middle. It's good to have some nuance.

[ shut up!! stop shaming not-jack-parasite for picking rhys ]

[brooches]

He still smells like coffee.

[ She says unapologetically.

#sorry. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[dimissive:] She'll get over it. Mine actually thinks he can help save this place! It's hilarious.

[parodeity]

Oh my god.

[ he stops spinning solely to give not-adrien a glare over the top of his shades. actually. he just shoves his shades up to the top of his head, since he doesn't really see the point in keeping them on here it makes everything super dark??? at night???? IN SPACE???

what the fuck, dave strider. ]

You need to practice. Movie montage-style training session, on puns.

[brooches]

Tell that to her face. You saw the stunt that she pulled with her ridiculous power. We have to keep her stable.

[ A pause, her lips smirking. ]

Of course, I have the strongest attachment to a host, so it should be no problem.

[parodeity]

Did your gal do somethin' to our dear gramps, Lizzie?

[ spill. ]

[jackhole]

And what are you going to do with a time traveler? Seriously, give me one good answer. Might as well pick the weird one.

[ HE'S WAITING. ]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Well, there's probably some use to get out of him, you're right about that. Just try not to get targeted by some kind of hero-type.

[. . . says parasite who picked the hero type]

[parodeity]

Dude, you're telling me that won't be helpful when it comes to killing people? His body's pretty good for that sort of shit, apparently got trained from day fucking one for it. And he's got a connection to someone here. That's always useful.

[ wow he was just teasing u alien bro!!!! however these aliens are related. maybe rhys alien is actually his mom, that would make perfect homestuck sense (no) ]

[jackhole]

[ a dismissive handwave here ]

You have to admit, his friends are the most likely to be of use to us. The one with the mask? Did you see that guy? Come on.

[ but also... great meowstermind, he has to ask -- ]

Are you sure you're not an obvious target?

[brooches]

She's displaced from time. She's the weakest as far as awareness of the situation, honestly.

[ But: ]

She burnt him with coffee. Poor girl, almost feel bad. She wanted to die.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Ugh. Like anyone's going to notice.

[is he sulking. ... a little bit. YOUR LEADER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN but no he sighs]

We've got time. We're not going to be making our move right away.

[parodeity]

[ he shrugs, and goes back to spinning. ]

You're the boss, dude. We can have as many meetings where we do nothing but shoot the shit as you want. I'm sure there'll be enough killin' without us botherin' to get our dainty little toes wet. People are like that.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I saw. So long as you have her under control, I don't care. Just don't let your ego get in the way of controlling her.

[/best leader obvsly]