DAY :33

[wille]

[ 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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[wrackful]

[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. )

[sistershoggoth]

[ 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. )

[wrackful]

[Honestly, talking to Annie this way, he's really glad he already decided not to be unnerved by her.]

( Yeah, well, my friend has a thing for dumb heroics. Luckily for the rest of our friends, and now for our brain bug Nest, he usually manages to pull them off. )

[sistershoggoth]

( I think alien mind-meld fuck fest has a much better ring to it. )

[wrackful]

( I'm starting to get the impression you think everything you say has the better ring to it. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Abso-fucking-lutely. )