The Wiener Moon is nigh.

[wurstoftheworst]

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!]

Comments

[forgoodorforawesome]

It takes him a moment longer than it normally would to feel the eyetracks of an audience, but when he does, he turns to face her. "What what?"

[chameno_koritsi]

"What are you?" She still in a fighting stance but her curiosity is getting the better of her.

[forgoodorforawesome]

"What am I? What am I? Baby, I'm a hunk'a hunk'a red hot love!" He starts shaking his groove thang in an attempt to distract her with the sexy.

[chameno_koritsi]

"And I'm not very impressed," she replies raising the staff to a full guard.

[forgoodorforawesome]

"You will be!" he announces and throws himself... onto the staff somehow. I swear to Elvis, he's doing his level damnedest to cling to that thing like one of those clip-on koalas.

[chameno_koritsi]

The little guy is quick, Thalia will give him that but what the hell is he doing?!?!?

She tries to shake him off the staff while doing her best to keep him a good distance from herself. There is no way she would ever admit it but the whole thing is both creepy and funny.

[forgoodorforawesome]

"Oof! Aah!" He's getting shaken up, but Strong Bad's a persistinent little cuss, and he's inching his way along the staff toward Thalia's hand(s). Thing is, he doesn't seem to have thought the logistics of it all the way through, so he's doing that inching twees-first. This could lead to injury or serious excellence.

[chameno_koritsi]

Thalia shakes harder and gets ready to throw the staff away if need be.

[forgoodorforawesome]

Strong Bad makes a noise that could be legitimately transcribed "Aibyaibyai" as the shaking increases—

—then suddenly lets go, falling to the floor, clapping his glovehands to the side of his maskhead in agony, just as a horrible, animal RRRRRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRR echoes from the woods out back.

[chameno_koritsi]

Okay with that roar and the little guys reaction, Thalia's jumping back and activating her aegis just in case. Monsters can go berserk when injured.

[forgoodorforawesome]

If she peeks out from behind the shield, she may notice that her assailant no longer has that red rash. Or those red eyes. Or those random clumps of body hair. The hair is still there, mind you; it's just that it's lying on the floor around him where he fell.

And the eyes aren't obvious as having gone from red to green until he stops scrunching in pain and opens them again. "Whoa. That was a lot less fun than I thought it'd be's."

[chameno_koritsi]

Thalia will just watch for now as she's been tricked by monsters before.

[forgoodorforawesome]

"And I never got that cold one, either." He doesn't seem to've noticed her still watching him. "Stupid freakin'... hot dog monster-type thing."