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DAY :33

[ Fatigue is the clearest sense that bleeds through when she opens the link, but it's not dwelled upon, just an old bedfellow grown familiar. In contrast, Misato tries her darndest to seem nothing but determined, confident, enthused. It's not a lie if she also believes it. ]

( Hey everyone. We've found a few things we can use to our advantage.

First, if you want to pander to the judges' preferences, you should go colorful, electric, violent, sexy and loud. It's no time to be shy. Miss Mystery hates forest green and wears shoes dipped in liquid metal. Saldo Saldo likes soft vore, shiny and over-the-top body modifs and, uhm, transformations, like ugly duckling turning into a swan stuff. Now Talius Rex loves exotic pets, the more human-like the better, exploit that, he also likes cute things and dressing them and himself up. You may have seen his pets around . . .

Sam has also found that the chips the competitors wear are tracking their vitals, location and they act as credit cards. We may be able to use this. I know we've got a few tech-savvy people out there.

Lastly, I've got some experience choreographing giant weapons, so talk to me if you want help with that.

We can win this! I know it! Let's do our best!! )

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[ A new host, Annie's haphazard at best at communicating telepathically. It was difficult for her, to pull her disparate pieces and parts together enough to make one voice. It reply warbles at the edges, eerie and unformed. ]

( Were people not planning to be sexy and loud? WHAT'D BE THE FUCKIN' POINT?! )

[ Also not good with volume control. ]

[ Was that what she sounded like at the beginning? There's a mental wince of embarrassment as she recalls herself being new and young. ]

( Let's not forget colorful. And electric. And that thing about soft vore. )

[ There's something a little uncomfortable about Annie, overall. She's a sprawling thing, on the inside, creepy crawly seeping in through the cracks, invasive; all eyes and strange appendages. Misato isn't of her brood, that spares her some discomfort, but being another woman gives Annie's attention to her a sharpness. She dismisses men as things of import, not like women. ]

( Oh baby, let me tell you how fuckin' colorful I am. Don't think I got the right parts for vore though, we gotta rent an alien for that bit? )

[ There's an obvious humor there, but it also echoes hollow. Once upon a time, Annie probably could have made the kind of disgusting shit this judge was down for happen, all on her own. But the portal in her chest is sealed shut. The monsters inside her -- that are her, and the world that she's tied to -- can no longer penetrate.

But they do linger on inside of her, slimy in their bemusement, unsubtle in their attention, cawing in their madness. The inside of Annie's mind is something else, something more than just new. ]

[ Funny, how Misato dismisses women (including herself) and upholds men to be of import, playing right into the misogynistic assumptions of her society. But there's something off about Annie. She doesn't seem quite like just a woman. ]

( Great! You can be colorful enough for the rest of us. I can do a butcher run and get us some materials if you're keen on soft vore. You don't have to actually swallow or-- at least throw it up again. )

[ She talks about this like it's a primary school art project. ]

( Maybe I can train one of the pretty boys to do it, seems about their speed. )

[ Her humor here is sharp, maybe half serious. She doesn't have anything against Murphy or Bellamy, she just thinks they're silly squishy little boys who don't know how to dance. They gotta pull their weight somehow. ]

( Okay, I'm not totally clear on what I'm objecting to, but it definitely sounds gross enough that I'm gonna say no anyway. )

( It's super fucking gross, but we're not trying to impress you. )

( Maybe I heard wrong, but I'm pretty sure she said three names. Three judges. )

( So which one of you guys is getting pierced then, huh? Or maybe we'll split one of your tongues,
or do some sub-dermal implants. )

( This is so you can keep the cute exotic human pet outfit for yourself, isn't it? You can tell me, you know. I'll try not to judge. )

[ Her amusement burbles. She is reminded again that she kind of likes this asshole. ]

( I'm not the prettiest one in the group. )

( Bellamy? You'll never get him into anything that isn't camouflage combat ready. )

( I can be very fuckin' persuasive. Besides, aren't we trying to save the fuckin' universe here? How's anybody gonna say no to that. )

[Something small and bitter rises at that, one tiny note in the general good mood he's been in since the station had arrived at Shril.]

( Sure. Save the universe by winning a grand prize in a psycho alien competition. A prize which, by the way, we don't know what it is, they didn't tell us why they wanted it, and like hell they'll tell us how they know what it is or that it was going to be here. )

[It doesn't have any bite, not like it might have done. Dry amusement, nonchalance. He's still signed up. He just isn't invested, ultimately, in whether they win or not.]

( But you know what? Bellamy will totally listen to you. )

[ She cackles with delight, the sound of it utterly unearthly, like a wake of desiccated vultures festering beneath stagnant water.]

( That's no way to talk about your friend, Murphy. )

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( Hey, pretty doesn't mean they can't step up to the challenge. )

[ Trust Misato to say that, so eager to give more weight to boys, especially pretty ones, than girls. ]

( But I'm sure I spotted still-moving tentacles somewhere. I'll fetch some for you to train with. )

( Meh. )

[ A noise of just total disinterest in this thing Misato is doing. She doesn't feel the need to be fucking fair to the guys. ]

( I got a good rapport with tentacles, as long as I'm not babysitting their fuckin' kids. )

[ Annie, show her the light. ]

( Uhh. No, you're just going to eat the tentacles, or show the boys how to do it. Swallowing optional. How's that? )

( Yeah, yeah, yeah. Guess we'll see how they taste. )

[ Ugh, she almost jokes that she could wash them down with a beer, but no. No she can't. She's sober now. No more drowsing her way through. It's a pang of pain and regret. She lights a cigarette on her end and ignores it. ]

[ Cigarettes have never been her vice. Beer is. But somehow the link bleeds the wanting along with the sensation. ]

( Thanks for doing this. I think we really have a chance.

And I never got your name, by the way. I'm Misato. )

( Annie. I think it depends on if the judges like squishy little bipeds, at all. )

( Talius Rex does. As pets, but that's something, right? )

( Hm. Might be able to work with it. Pretty sure I'm the one most down to do the crazy, might be safest for the boys to do the pet play. Like I'm the crazy lady directing the cat acrobatics show. You ever seen one of those? Rats and cats and shit walking tiny tight ropes but everybody's actually there to listen to human bitch's sad jokes and look at her ass. )

( Are you talking about a circus? )

[ Some people are a bit kooky, others hard to follow, and then there's Annie. ]

( Do you want to do the crazy? Nobody needs to get hurt for this, you know. )

( Cirque du Sewer, more like. And yeah, I can do the crazy, it's no big fuckin' deal to me. )

[ I mean honestly, despite all of her bitching and moaning to Pidge, Annie doesn't care at all. She's been through worse shit than this. ]