The sharply dressed man just paces about the ship, clearly not satisfied with his choice of cruise liner.
"Dammit. Just die already Zar Peter"
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The sharply dressed man just paces about the ship, clearly not satisfied with his choice of cruise liner.
"Dammit. Just die already Zar Peter"
Lave Blister comes limping out of someone elses quarters, a pained and half mad look on his face.
"Should anyone have that kind of proboscis down there?! God's the things I do for this ship...I need a curry."
Lave sits down at the nearest table, the same one Zar Peter is sitting at.
Zar Peter walks laughing to his cabin.
So... whom shall We abduct tonight?
((Today it's me who's got the headache, not Rudy :smallmad: So, until further notice, just point. This is subject to change.))
*points at Zar Peter*
By special request, Jontom Xire is returned to the living.
Then magically rocks fall and crush him into pulp, yet they miss everyone else.
"ROCKS FALL! JONTON XIRE DIES AGAIN!"
((Would it be possible for the players list to be updated please? I get confused otherwise.))
By the Whale! My Head is splitting! Damnit, Pete. What was in that brew.
Ugh
Preacher Bath slumps into a chair in the lounge, occasionally mumbling about how passers by need to see 'the depth' in order to be saved.
*After spending a few days depressed watching rom coms (yes even more rom coms) and drinking white wine spritzers, Ranna is quite hungover and so decides to get some cake from the gallery she sees Zar Peter and sits by him*
I am so very sad today, young love crushed! That should never happen i mourn both Xire and Stu. Such a massacre, so uncessary.
*From behind her oversized chanel sunglasses - hiding her hungover eyebags - Ranna has a single tear forming, the botox rarely allows her to cry*
Say I am ravenous Zar peter, whats with the cake? You said there was cake - i hope it chocolate I need some chocolate damnit! WHY ARE YOU HIDING THE CAKE?!?!?!?!?!
Sitting in a corner of the galley and shivering uncontrollably, Vavaara follows Zar Peter's every move out of the corner of her eye. As he passes near her on his way to his cabin, she says, "You're one of the ones that take us. You're the ones reaching and doing. You're the ones... Everywhere, and the hands go everywhere...We're lost...Lost in the woods... And then you come..."
Never taking her eyes off of Zar Peter, Vavaara continues shivering in the corner once he passes.
*Vavaara points at Zar Peter.*
The citizens of the fair ship are very angry that the apparently alien queen is still alive.
They decide this time to simple shoot her/him/it.
Somewhere someone goes looking for a really big gun, but they are only able to find a small little one, and storms into the bar where Zar Peter is sitting.
"Hey, Welcome to a Earth Ship."
*CRICKET*
The gun, called a noisy cricket by some people, blasts the other person into the far wall, but the effects for Zar Peter are far worse, as his body his literally pulped into barely recognized sections.
"Hey! What did you do with my clone."
Turning you all see Zar Peter standing behind you, looking fairly angry.
"Come ON! I let my clone out for 5 minutes to have a beer and you all kill it! Ah well, better it than me. Catch me if you can!"
You all try to give chase, but Zar Peter is a bit faster, and jumps into a air vent before anyone can reach him/her/it. As for the person using the noisy cricket, well, they are nursing a nice concussion so they were not able to take part in the chase.
Summary of Events
- Zar Peter was to be lynched AGAIN, but was saved at the cost of his personal clone.
- Day Seven Ends
- Night Seven Begins!
- Player List has been updated with all causalities as of this time.
You know i definitely think we need some Men in Black in here they would save us! - MMMmmm and look good to boot, I need some eye candy!
MK slept in his room.... no suspicion, no hatred... just sleep for now.
Zar Peter walks through the ship humming.
Stupid earthlings! They give Us their ship with nearly no resistance. Hmmm... with whom of them should We play tonight? Let's see...
((Pointing at Zar Peter at this point (No pun intended) is an excercise in futility. With the Maintenance Drone manufacturing new bodies for him at night, they can be given to him, allowing aliens the ability to point at Zar without fear of a lynch and throwing suspicion off of themselves, while allowing them to continue to pick us off. Unless we happen on the Drone's identity by chance, we haven't got a good chance at this point.
Then again, if the store is fixed and a non-alien manages to buy a Machine and use it, then Zar Peter'll become fair game, as his Guardian is already dead.
But I digress. We need to focus on other people who have the potential to shift the game, such as Draken (Un-confirmed TA:B) and Fin, who bought the original machine. While there is always a chance he activated it and it's effects were purely coincidental, who's to say it wasn't an elaborate alien plot to get us in exactly this predicament?
I will probably not survive the night, as no doubt aliens will try to silence me before I can speak out more against them, so I have one final request: I wish to die in a way that would make Joss Whedon and the cast of Firefly/Serenity proud. This has been a public service announcement by your fellow Refugee, Vavvara.))
*cough*
The Machine Effects are COMPLETELY RANDOM!
REPEAT - COMPLETELY RANDOM!
IT WILL NEVER DO THE SAME THING TWICE IN A ROW!
*cough*
(I'm telling you. I-am-not-a-time-agent. Jeez.)
Now hear me and hear me right young miss! Stop saying I am some lousy sentai knockoff like a "temporal agent blue". Heck, I remember these things from my time, five fools in colorful rubber suits. I can't think of anything more stupid. Except maybe for some programs for children, these things were brain damaging.
The head in a jar whacks Vavaara on the head with a cane.
Now. At least one decent thing you said. And if we are to find this maitenance thingamabob, we should better start by him. Freshmeat, what kind of name is that? That is dogfood for me. Sounds like some stupid thing a dumb alien would do while making a disguise for itself.
Wait for your vote till We abducted someone! Some people have deeds at night, you know?
(I am just confirming that I am not a time agent. All is nice and fun.
Or rather.
I am time agent blue! Hah!
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Yea, I think pwenet is not going to do anything special 'cuse that was a lie. :smallbiggrin:)
((A quick remark here: Yes, killing Zar Peter will be difficult, what with clones, temporal agent lynching switch-a-roos, converts that cover for him, more clones, more converts, more temporal agents lynching switch-a-roos, etc.
In short: we can be at this for quite some time.
Is there another option? At the moment? No, not really.))
((The temporal agent doesn't have an infinite number of lynch-switches, and crafting a clone is a process that takes several days of time, so we won't have to deal with that constantly either.
Unless a member of the crew is willing to PM with me a different plan, I say we continue to try and lynch ZP. Even if the lynch goes through and another alien has to cover from him, that's at least one less unknown alien we won't have to deal with anymore.
Keep in mind that Nexus Mina [the guardian drone] protected Zar Peter during the last lynch, rather than a random convert. It's only a theory, but this might be because the aliens are running low on converts.
Even if this is the case, I assume the next three turns or so will be more of the same.))
Addendum: As I mentioned earlier, we should all be glad Fin used the machine. This would be far more difficult with a plethora of lynch-blocking and lynch-saving items up for grabs and the odd poison tooth here and there as well.
The night falls over the ship and all the good little refugees fall asleep, tired from another day of futile pointing.
Oh wait! There are some people still active.
Screams of horror, pain and estacy can be heard throughout the ship as the Captain of the Ship seduces for the second night in a row the Alien Queen. The bodyguard for the Alien Queen, not understanding human/alien romances does nothing to stop it. The two keep themselves too busy to do anything else well into the wee hours of the morning, at which point the badly wounded, bleeding pride and ego from many wounds Captain of the Ship pulls himself to the medical bay to recover in peace.
We salute you Captain of the Ship for going where no sane man goes. May the next morning in the medical bay be slightly less painful than yesterday morning.
*The Narrators raise toasts to the Captain of the Ship*
In other cabins engineers tinker and work on various devices, some are passed out, others are horded.
Once an artificial dawn breaks out over the ship, everyone awakens to find everyone else still alive!
Summary of Events
- The Captain of the Ship seduced the Alien Queen. May they have a beautiful loving relationship!
- Some items were crafted.
- Some items were handed out to others.
- Nobody died! Nobody shall be
*Insert sounds of the Narrator being tossed to the Alien Queen and brutally torn apart for trying to revive that bad joke once again.*
Night 7 Ends Peacefully! Day 8 Beings!
Alright, unless anyone has a better idea (i.e. better target) I'll point at Zar Peter for now...
*Some idiot notices he made a lynch vote at night-time*
*headdesk*
Bah. Why is my back so sore... I guess i was sleep-walking. The ages have not been good to me.
Draken doesn't feel like pointing.
*Point at Zar Peter*
((I guess I overestimated my importance to the aliens... WHY WON'T YOU KILL ME!?! *Goes off to cry in corner*))
*Vavaara points at Zar Peter, because she is out of RP*
Lave Blister staggers into the cafeteria, barely able to support himself on his wobbly legs. He is very pale, and looks basolutely exhausted.
"Oh gods....I can't keep up with this much longer....where's that vindaloo from last night?"
Lave sups up the curry for breakfast and points at Zar Peter, shouting:
"You keep that damn proboscis away from me you loony!"
Sighing, the sharp dressed man points at Zar Peter, before walking back to his room.
Having finally healed up from the beatings he received for using the thingamabob (which incidently turned out to be a good thing according to some people and I am yet to hear a thank you!) Fin strides out of his room full of vitality once again. As he walks along down the corridor looking out for his good friend old... er I mean Lord Fullbladder, he hears a low scuttling sound coming from the air vents...
Zar Peter is that you? I know its you I'd recognise the sound of your suckered tentacles anywhere!
"Oh Finny boy! Where are you hiding yourself this time? Come closer, your old friend Rudy has something for you. A brand new basket of punches and kicks. Looks like you're feeling better and well, I simply cannot allow that. :smallbiggrin: "
Smiling humorless at somewhat terrified Fin, Rudy walks up to him and smacks him around the head. He then laughts.
"Nah, I'm just kidding. I can't be mad at you, not with the fact that Zar Peter is dying pretty soon."
Mumbling to himself, he adds:
"I hope."
Old Man Fullbladder appears, as if on cue, rubbing his lower back and looking rather groggy.
"As it turns out, you can get stuck under a bed. Ah, Finny-boy. Given the voracity of our friend the Queen (Zar Peter) and her ability to not freaking die, it can be construed that your foolish actions with the Device were for the better. Please, lad, allow me to apologise for attempting to horribly maim you for destroying my Mobile Opression Palace."
With that the old Crabist straightens up, with muchcracking of spine, and sinks down into a bow-legged crouch, his arms bent upwards at right angles. He begins the Apology Dance (per Zoidbergian instruction and tradition).
This of course does not mean 'thnak you', only 'sorry for trying to kill you.'
*Ranna passes by Lord Fullbladder doing some sort of waggle dance and hurrys into her bed chamber talking to herself*
Hmm strange man that one, he must be doing some sort of crab worship dance. I guess never understood religion, makes you act in strange ways sometimes...in fact all the people on this ship are getting weirder and weirder by the moment and even me....I mean im talking to myself! It is definatley stress caused by that damnable Zar Peter scuttling around, things would be much better off without him I think.
*With that Ranna picks up her hair brush for her 100 strokes daily routine*