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[sistershoggoth]

( Kay, so. I conscripted a bunch of jackasses to give away jars of Annie goo to, uh, everybody. And then I spied on everyone. Now you know my heinous secret, my titty slime can watch you in the shower. )

[ You're welcome. Isn't it always such a pleasure when she speaks. ]

( You wanna tap in to me and get all I got, do it, otherwise here's the highlights:

CARPATHANS: Sketchy as fuck. They've got this one in a veil hiding in the tents, doesn't want anybody knowing she's here. Was talking about debts and new friends. Also somehow they're paying debts with blood. Bitch incurring the debts is somebody named Casiria. Need somebody to get on that, find out who it is and who their new friends are, why they're bleeding each other over it.

MERADANS: Are clearly idiots. They drank me. Fuck them.

DESCENDANTS: These guys are decent. Accepted our gift in the spirit it was given, blah blah blah. The 'mistress' thinks that participation in these events counts more than success. So, everybody get your butts out there and give it a shot even if you suck balls. I'll do it too, you can laugh at my failure if it fuckin' makes you feel better. Just sign up and get out there.

SECONDS: Watched one of these little wizard-lets get his work on, I don't know what it all means. This might be one you wanna watch outta my head. )

[ Okay? OKAY? She's made her report, does she get an A++ in spying now? She's silent for a moment before adding peevishly, ]

( Also. Sorry for flipping out the other day. I do that. I warned you. Sorry not sorry. )

Comments

[wille]

[ Contrary to the impression she might give, Misato isn't unaware of any lingering hostility or milder dislike against her on the part of many. But knowing something doesn't mean she has to give it significance. Her disregard for it is her concentrated effort to drain it of power. She wouldn't let it stand in her way of asking for help from even her enemies, and well, Annie is distinctly far from one. ]

( What do you think would happen if we offered this information to Black? )

[sistershoggoth]

[ Annie thinks about that, and answers with a bit more clarity and focus than she has thus far. She is capable of not being a total moron, it's just more of a switch she throws than her usual state, and she's always just as eager to flip it back off again. ]

( Think it might raise more questions than we feel like answering if we actually attached ourselves to that information. If we distance ourselves and send some kind of anonymous missive, that also takes some of the control out of our hands. Could flip that domino and see where it lands, but there will be fallout we can't contain.

Not opposed though, could be a good way to get the Black to do our dirty work for us. )

[wille]

[ It's probably unfair of her to expect so much similarity between the two of them, to see her antics as nothing more than antics, just as her own deflection is a coat she can don and take off. Annie's reasoned answer should, but doesn't, surprise her. A person can have many faces. ]

( If nothing else, it could destabilize the Carpathans and any infighting would weaken them. Even better if it spills out to the public and the eyes will be turned away from us and toward them. Best still, if like you say, they're the sketchy ones doing deals with our enemy.

An anonymous missive then. It needs to be untraceable back to us -- honestly not my strong suit. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Why don't we have a single fuckin' shape shifter on this crew, that'd be really fuckin' convenient right about now. )

[ And the idiocy is back on. ]

( Could probably goo a note into somebody's tent. )

[wille]

( We had one. He fell asleep. )

[ Asleep, she says of her darling Petre, because the thought that he's forever gone isn't one she's willing to entertain. He fell asleep before and woke up, so he can wake up again anytime. ]

( I can help you do that. Just tell me how. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Well shit. WELL. Fine. )

[ A long suffering sigh. ]

( Do a little recon, figure out who we should be trying to get in contact with, where they like the hang out for breakfast or what the fuck ever, somewhere we can reliably slip the thing over. And then I'll have to get it there without showing off my goo. If somebody could make me a casing that it could still move inside that might be good. Make it look like it's a little mechanical something something, that'd sure throw 'em off the scent since the rest of us aren't supposed to be able to do technomancy. )

[wille]

( Hm. Any of that could work.

It's better to get it to Black himself, as close to him as possible. That's the tough part. So tell me again, this goo of yours can move right? How far and how fast? )

[sistershoggoth]

( Not far and not fast. It deteriorates the more it moves, vibrates apart into particles. It does the same when I look and listen through it, just at a much slower rate. )

[ Strange stuff that goo. ]

[wille]

( I don't think it would be hard to figure out which tent houses Black and to walk past it to -- I don't know, admire the weaving, smell the flowers, while dropping the goo. Can it travel a meter away? Two meters? )

[sistershoggoth]

( Yeah, a few meters shouldn't be a problem. )

[wille]

( Right. I'll scope out the area and get back to you on this. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Yeah! You do it. So I don't have to. I'll be around. Waiting.
For you. )