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!]

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[dark_dancer]

Oh, she does too! So there's that, at least.
"Nothing I couldn't handle. Though I still have to wonder about the sausage-dyeing bit."
Cata eyes her usual table, which got knocked over at some point in the chaos. "And the papers I was working on seem to have been scattered, but it won't hurt to make people rewrite them."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"I can honestly say I haf no idea vot I vos sinking," says the Medic as he starts brushing himself off and looking around for syringes to reclaim. "Except zat I had a terrible urge to get ozzer people to consume ze sausages, or get into range of attack anyvay, und had chust enough pride left not to do it mit red vuns. Beyond that I haf no idea."

[dark_dancer]

"And enough sense left not to try to force any of the things on me. I can assure you I wouldn't have been amused."
That's... putting it mildly.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

He reaches up to adjust his glasses. "Please," he says. "I might haf been insane, but I vosn't out of my mind."

[dark_dancer]

Cata laughs. "Not until just now, anyway."

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Indeed." He makes a sour face. "It got significantly worse wissout warning... bah, it will teach me not to approach ze food around here unless I ordered it, even if only to examine it und not to pick it up."

[dark_dancer]

"Sometimes I forget that's not force of habit for most people."
But, well, Cata's been avoiding food she didn't ask for most of her life. Comes of knowing exactly how people might mess with it.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"It might have been a disguised explosive. I wanted to be certain." He shrugs. "Ah, well. At least it is over, und I hope I didn't disgrace myself too much."

[dark_dancer]

"So far as I'm aware, you didn't. Then again, I didn't know what was going on for a while of it."
And there's this to be said, though it says more about Cata - she would have even incapacitated Sam more than she did him. (Mostly because in that situation, Sam would have kept struggling.)

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"In zat case," the Medic says, "I shall do my best not to speak of it ze more, so as to avoid catching attention from anyvun who might haf seen ozzer foolishness on my part.... although ze last bit chust before you stood up und let me off ze ground vos somesing I vouldn't mind repeating."

[dark_dancer]

Cata grins. "Oh, neither would I."
Just, you know, with a little less being totally not worried about his mental state.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"In that case-"

Lucky thing there really isn't anything to not be worried about now, eh?

[dark_dancer]

Very lucky. And she must say, it's a rather pleasant experience.
Or maybe she would say if she weren't busy enjoying it.