the Were-Weiners (
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milliways_bar2011-09-12 07:46 am
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The Wiener Moon is nigh.
Two weeks ago, a batch of strangely-colored hot dogs appeared in Milliways.
Some patrons ate them. Others were inexplicably bitten by the strange sausages. Both groups were afflicted by a strange illness, the symptoms of which included an itchy rash, unusual hair growth, and cravings for condiments. The physical effects of this 'infection,' however, were as nothing compared to the mental effects. There is a presence in the minds of the infected, growing in power with each passing day, pushing them to spread the infection.
But today? Today it's different.
The presence now strikes all the infected simultaneously, with the force of a tidal wave. It's all but impossible to resist, and although the message is wordless, its content is clear:
It is time. Claim my territory.
[ooc: And it's Wiener Uprising time! If you're a Minion, attack your fellow patrons; if you're not a Minion, fight back or just cower under a table somewhere. Party-style tagging, threadhopping is encouraged, open until I say it's not. Have fun, kids!]
Some patrons ate them. Others were inexplicably bitten by the strange sausages. Both groups were afflicted by a strange illness, the symptoms of which included an itchy rash, unusual hair growth, and cravings for condiments. The physical effects of this 'infection,' however, were as nothing compared to the mental effects. There is a presence in the minds of the infected, growing in power with each passing day, pushing them to spread the infection.
But today? Today it's different.
The presence now strikes all the infected simultaneously, with the force of a tidal wave. It's all but impossible to resist, and although the message is wordless, its content is clear:
It is time. Claim my territory.
[ooc: And it's Wiener Uprising time! If you're a Minion, attack your fellow patrons; if you're not a Minion, fight back or just cower under a table somewhere. Party-style tagging, threadhopping is encouraged, open until I say it's not. Have fun, kids!]
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And if she's happened to have a batch of beginners' papers apparently occupying her attention the whole time... well, she has her reasons for suspecting trouble might come of this. If and when it did, she thought, she might as well have the work it would do the least harm to lose at hand. She feels no qualms about making the beginners rewrite things.
And when the trouble does start? Well, she's still keeping an eye out for one person in particular, but she's not above incapacitating anyone who tries to stop her. (Don't worry, it won't be lethal, even temporarily.)
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Aw, c'mon! Not even a little bit of grape jelly?
NO.
How 'bout some'a that purple ketchup, then?
STILL NO.
Aw man, you're the meanest evil superconsciousness I ever got swallowed by!
...okay, maybe not such an important struggle, but it's the principle of the thing.
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"What?"
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It's time for the rash-and-black-fur infection to come to its peak, and there is a tangible tension in the air.
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This one needs to be taken out.
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"There goin' to be a fight?"
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Oh the things that make sense in Milliways.
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And then he stands up on the table, holds a dramatic pose, and starts to sing.
"I've had my chews,
Parsley and thyme,
I've had my ketchup,
But committed no crime.
And bad cheesesteaks,
I've met a few.
I've had my sporks and forks in my face,
But I've come through!
Barbacue is going on, and on, and on, and on!
Wiener the champions, my friends!
And wiener keep fighting to the end!
Wiener the champions, wiener the champions,
No time for noodles, 'cos wiener the champions... of the bar!"
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And the cinnamon rolls.
What looks to her like a demon who has recently reached the point where he's tired of pretending to be human is standing on a nearby table. Singing.
The girl at the kitchen door, carrying the tray of baked goods, stares. What the lurid, multicolored hells is going on out here?
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Not just any bulls,
Made from the finest pork and everything that goes with it,
I'll thank you all."
Guppy jumps down, picks up a bread roll, and puts it on his head.
"But it's been no bread of roses,
No pleasant juice,
I consider this a challenge before the whole wiener race,
That I ain't gonna lose!
Barbacue is going on, and on, and on, and on!"
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"I don't think so!"
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Some days it's just not worth the effort of trying to get all your colors to match. Or trying to puree sausages enough to use them in your Blutsauger syringes for maximum impact. Some days, you just have to throw caution to the winds and let your temper out on absolutely anything in your path.
The air's gonna be kinda full of needles for a little bit. Hope you don't mind.
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He hits the floor as fast as he can and pulls a stool down for some sort of cover.
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Fortunately, Cata's behind him when the needles start flying, and even in this kind of chaos she still knows how to move quietly. So he likely won't know she's there until she gets right behind him and says, "Really?"
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A wild The Cheat approaches!
Re: A wild The Cheat approaches!
Re: A wild The Cheat approaches!
Re: A wild The Cheat approaches!
Re: A wild The Cheat approaches!
Re: A wild The Cheat approaches!
Exit, pursued by a The Cheat.
Scooby Doo Scene now in progress
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Hooray for anticlimaxes.
Work hates kittens and free time
My brain and fingers don't always get along either.
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He isn't looking for the bar, but when he steps across the threshold and surveys the scene he only has one thing to say.
"Aw, crap."
Drawing the Samaritan with one hand, and clenching the stone fist of his other, he wades into the fray.
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"Need silver forks, here, shoot these."
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Somethings don't need words. That cackle, for example, promises a very bad day will be cheerfully administered to anyone unfortunate enough to be within earshot. A cackle like that knows it's got a few toys in the attic. It just views them more as handy projectiles than anything to be concerned about.
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Thalia seems to be fighting everyone and William remembers that yell so when he sees the blue thing tries to get two cocktail forks into it. As throwing them hasn't been working this time he's just going to tackle the thing, he is bigger than it.
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