Feeb Quest Suggestion 2010/06/10(Thu)11:14 No. 191471 ID: 0c64bf
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The IRS has noticed some serious tax irregularities in the business affairs of Jones and Jones. There's a team working on it--we suspect mob ties--but my partner Lisa and I are supposed to be off our observation shift.

Which means I'm screwed if any of our cameras catch me rubbing elbows with the bigwigs here. I think it's worth the risk.

Feeb Quest Suggestion 2010/06/10(Thu)11:15 No. 191473 ID: 0c64bf
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I had to buy this monkey suit out of my own money. Given that I'm not supposed to be here in the first place, I doubt the Bureau will reimburse me. I really can't afford this--Darla needs braces--but I know these guys are up to something. Maybe I'll get that promotion, we can get a bigger house--no, focus Rick, focus.

Feeb Qu- Suggestion 2010/06/10(Thu)11:17 No. 191476 ID: 0c64bf
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I just gather some information, hope someone lets something slip and-hey, wait, how'd you get in here? I got into this elevator alone!

"I like your suit."

Well, thanks, but how'd you--what is that--what are you--no, don't--

(sounds of screaming)

You are now an ELDRITCH HORROR.

http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/81957.html

That guy tasted TERRIBLE.

You didn't even bother to take his memories, though you did get some kind of stray composite thought; "Lisa--needs braces". Weird.

ELDRITCH Ep 2 Nequ!3LrT5NRVks 2010/06/10(Thu)11:18 No. 191477 ID: 0c64bf
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Your current primary objective is to infiltrate Jones and Jones Associates Regional Meeting. More specifically, any information you can gather about and from Jack Smith, the VP who took Carol with him for his vacation, who infested her with an agent of HE WHO WAITS IN SHADOW at soem point. Given that Smith himself is likely infested, it would probably be a good idea to try and INFEST him, if at all possible.

The AGENTS take the form of a small node, usually somewhere in their target's neck or head. Like you, they can use this for mind control. Unlike your own species, *their* infestation does not destroy any magikal ability the target has. They can totally infest their targets, but this eventually destroys any magical ability, as well as taking a large amount of time.

The elevator doors open.

Red and green balloons and cellophane banners hang from the ceiling. Your victims memories indicate that you're PROBABLY OVERDRESSED.

The party is being held in the CONFERENCE ROOM on the third floor of a local hotel. Some cheapskate in marketing probably though he got a sweet deal by booking at a hotel that's undergoing construction on a lower floor. The catering staff for the buffet are coming in and out of the nearby KITCHEN. Male and female BATHROOMS are also visible.

You are currrently in the form of BOB, the first meat you consumed, wearing a rather nice tux. Your other parts are currently scattered around the party.

ALEX and CAROL are chatting with one another, the former having loaded his plate with hot-wings, the later with finger sandwiches. Her memories indicate she wouldn't want anything that could stain her clothes, after all.
DARRYL is discussing sports with some like minded fellows from the downtown office.
FRANK, formerly a paranoid conspiracy theorist, is standing alone near the wall with his drink in his hand. His memories indicate that this is what he always ends up doing at these little affairs.
GINA is trying to break into the conversation of various bigwigs. Perhaps she she should've worn a shorter skirt.
HAKEEM, token black guy, and ERIC, tech support, are chatting with some attractive Indian woman from the downtown office about tokenism, and something called "outsourcing".

Smith has yet to arrive.

OBJECTIVES
1. Gather intel on SMITH.
1a. Infest SMITH, if possible.
2. PROPAGATE SWARM
3. AVOID DETECTION
4. Open the portal to bring the DARK MOTHER to this mudball, and thereby hasten the end of all life on earth.

ABILITIES
* The ability to INFEST any living human, animal, and some plants.
* Shapeshifting. Thaumic sensitives or sensors can detect you, though.
* The ability to MIND CONTROL certain beings by detaching portions of yourself and inserting it in their brain stem.
* The ability to control detached portions of self.
* Consuming memories of any INFESTED or MIND CONTROLLED victims.
* High damage resistance.

Now what?
>

>>191479
YES I WAS WAITING FOR PART 2
Check memory of layout of this building.

Can the Mind Control implant be expanded to infest the entire body without outside help? If so, we should endeavour to discreetly implant partygoers.

If we subvert the entire crowd, we will have a significant advantage toward assimilating Smith when he arrives.

On the other hand, if he had something to do with implanting Carol with the AGENT, it is possible that he has magical abilities, and thus thaumic senses which would tip him off.
How close do they have to be to detect MIND CONTROLLED people?

>>191481
The first chapter was the only one I planned in detail. I have the general shape of this one and the following *ERROR* chapters, but I'll mostly be winging it.

It's an off-site hotel. You don't know much. There's a fire escape somewhere in the hall the elevator opens onto. The conference room is visible through the doors directly in front of the elevator.

Of course, there's a chance some of the other rooms are open. Good thing to remember.

>>191489
Well, you could MIND CONTROL everyone in the crowd, but not openly. The implanting process tends to be rather...conspicuous. You'd have to get them someplace secluded, if only briefly.

Besides, controlling or infesting multiple people over a short period of time tends to degrade control. Next thing you know, the victims are moaning and shuffling and impervious to to pain, and you don't want to be known as the one who caused another Roanoke incident.

>How close do they have to be to detect MIND CONTROLLED people?

Arms length, though closer if they can be distracted or lulled into a false sense of security.

One thing to your advantage is that the Agents don't form a hivemind when infesting multiple subjects, so they would have to communicate conventionally, unless their hosts have some sort of psychic ability.

>

then, for now, mingle. act like a normal person so as to lower suspicions.

If you want to mindcontrol, remember the bathrooms. They should be reasonably secluded.

For now, this.
>>191599

>>191598
Rip off pants
Masturbate profusely

Have our people keep watch for others going into the bathroom. When an opportunity presents itself, have either Alex or Carol break off their conversation and enter the appropriate bathroom for a quick infestation.

Have Frank subtly observe the staff. Attempt to determine how many of them there are, both coming in and out of the kitchen and inside the kitchen itself.


Perhaps later, we can have someone claim that one of the bathroom toilets has overflowed and thereby lure one or two of the staff into the bathroom, putting them in a vulnerable position for infestation. Once we have one of the staff, we'll be able to move much more freely.

>>192382

You don't need to claim it. Plugging up a toilet is an easy thing to do, any of our vessels can engineer such a thing.

>>191599
Mingling time!

You join Darryl and the guys. Apparently, the Bulls aren't going to amount to anything unless they can get a star player soon.

>>192382

>Have our people keep watch for others going into the bathroom. When an opportunity presents itself, have either Alex or Carol break off their conversation and enter the appropriate bathroom for a quick infestation.

One of the Bigwigs leaves the room. Alex hands Carol his plate and follows.

>Have Frank subtly observe the staff. Attempt to determine how many of them there are, both coming in and out of the kitchen and inside the kitchen itself.

Frank edges closer to the kitchen. As the doors swing open, he can see some busy staff members, and one or two cooks. Somewhere between a half-dozen and a dozen, total. One is going through a door that appears to lead outside, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

The hotel has an adjacent parking structure, you recall. (It's where Bob parked his Yugo, which you all came in. It's so much easier to fit everyone inside a hatchback when you don't have to worry about bones.) There's a window in the hallway, you recall.

>Perhaps later, we can have someone claim that one of the bathroom toilets has overflowed and thereby lure one or two of the staff into the bathroom, putting them in a vulnerable position for infestation. Once we have one of the staff, we'll be able to move much more freely.

Noted.

>

>>192187
You grasp at your pants, overcome by the sudden urge to plesure yourself. As all of your forms expose themselves in public, the room erupts into cries of shock and dismay.

Eventually, the police arrive, and take all of you into custody.

You are in JAIL.

You have no chance of infiltrating the party.

BAD END
>Reload
>Loading...
>Done!
>>193321

>_

>>193321
Smoke break? If we have someone free, they can go out and catch him alone for some Infestation.

>>194304
Carol hides her food behind a potted plant and heads out the window in the hallway. There's a narrow ledge, and Carol edges her way over to it, hands sticking to the wall in an unnatural fashion.

The poor kitchen guy seems to be halfway through his cigarette. He hasn't noticed you edging over.

The wind tosses Carol's hair around, and curiously, she looks down. The fall, at this point, would take her past the parking garage, past the floor undergoing construction, and down to the ground. Maybe she could grab onto the bright-yellow garbage chute that leads down to the dumpster in the alley, but the fall would still hurt like Jiminy, though it wouldn't kill her. It would just weaken her. Severely.

So, how you want to do this? Pounce from the wall above? Drag him over the side ninja-style, what?

Voting for Ninja style.

>>195804
Second vote required.

>>195820
Well I'M voting for the pounce. It's easier to prevent falling off a ledge when you're moving away from the open air.

>>195826
Tiebreaker required.

>>196602
Or, y'know, not.

Pounce
The kitchen worker looks around as the light behind him, above the door to the kitchen, flickers. He turns around.

Impossibly, there's a woman clinging to the wall above the door. The flickering is because her pump clad foot accidentally brushed the pole the light is on.

The kitchen guy's smoke drops out of his mouth. The woman grins at him, impossibly wide.

"Are you...are you Spider-Man?"

The strange woman somehow manages to grin wider. "Not exactly."

Carol pushes off the wall, landing firmly on the man and bearing him to the ground. To keep him silent, she punches through his throat with one hand, making sure to drink up all the lovely blood. Not that it would show up on the black tar rooftop, but you can't be too careful. The unfortunate man shudders and convulses as her thorns run through him, consuming flesh made sweet--so sweet--by his fear and confusion.

Once you're finished, he stands up, and dusts himself off.

Ninja

Ira puts the lighter back in his pocket and takes the first drag of his cigarette. He surveys his empire of tar paper and air-conditioning ducts, the roof of the hotel's attached parking structure.

Two months, he thinks. Two more months of this crap and he can buy that sweet Betamax ri-what was that noise? Was that...a meow?

He walks over to the side of the building, looking in the direction he heard the noise. Nothing. He looks back at the air-conditioning ducts. Nothing, he starts to walk towards them, when something grabs his neck and pulls him over the side.

Ira suddently finds himself hanging several stories up, the city street whirling beneath him. He grabs at the thing around his neck, to find it has an odd texture, kinda like the time he scorched a ham. His hands keep encountering smooth round things that feel like eyes-

He does his best to scream, but there's little breath left in his throat. At some point, he catches a glimpse of his captor. It's what would seem to be a woman, except for the fact that she's clinging to the side of the parking structure with both arms and, a foot. Except it's more like a claw, really, muscles bulging, spikes punching out of it here and there. As everything goes dark, he realizes that the other foot must be what's choking him-

The last thing he hears is the impossible woman meowing at him.

Presently, Carol hauls herself onto the roof. Ira scuttles his way over her body in a crablike manner, and both reach safety.

He picks up his dropped cigarette.

"Funny thing," he said. "His mother always said these things would kill him."

You are now IRA.

SMITH has arrived.

>

Put on ski mask. Open cigar case. Assume crab position.

 

>>199875
You do not have a ski mask, but you assume the crab position and open up the cigarette box.

It just doesn't feel right

MEANWHILE

In the bathroom, Alex watches the BIGWIG zip up and head for the sink. You have only seconds. How do you want to take him down? Which orifice do you want to plunge your nightmarish spikes into?

>

Alex should say, "Excuse me, you got something nasty on your shoe, you're tracking it all over."

When he looks down to confirm it, spike his ears.

>>200472
Jam it into his throat so he can't cry out.

>>200486
>>200496
Both excellent suggestions.

Alex approaches the man. "Excuse me, you got something nasty on your shoe, you're tracking it all over."

The Bigwig looks down, and Alex claps his hands smartly over the bigwig's ears, driving spikes into them. He waits a few seconds until the poor man's mouth opens in pain, before slitting his throat.

Well, it's not so much "slitting" as "pinprick attacks that sever his vocal cords".

You catch his blood as is spills from the tiny little holes. Eventually, you grown impatient, and thrust a fist between his ribs, getting it right from the source. You use it to solidify everything in his arteries, turning it to more you, then the layers of his body moving outward from that. His brain is last, so he can tell exactly what's happening.

You are now JULIUS.

SMITH is at the party.
>

I think we've infested enough for now. Time to hobnob.

Win the game.

>>200647
>Hobnob

CAROL and ALEX return to the party. IRA returns to the crown of BIGWIGS surrounding SMITH, sucking like lampreys in business suits. JULIUS returns to his duties in the kitchen.

You need some way to get SMITH apart from his fan club.
>

>>204424
Ira throws yourself off the parking structure, crashing through a car's sunroof, killing that portion of you instantly. The party is instantly broken up as people go outside to gawk.

You have no means of reaching SMITH.

You have failed.

>load
>loading...
>done!

CAROL and ALEX return to the party. IRA returns to the crown of BIGWIGS surrounding SMITH, sucking like lampreys in business suits. JULIUS returns to his duties in the kitchen.

You need some way to get SMITH apart from his fan club.
>_

>>213424
I strongly suspect that IRA and JULIUS have switched with one another. This must be immediately rectified.

IRA should attempt to get another of the staff alone; perhaps next time the trash is removed, or when someone else steps out for their own smoke break, or similar. We must continue to convert the staff so that we will be able to act more freely.

Probe JULIUS' memories for the identities of more people here, searching for any information we might be able to exploit regarding SMITH.

Our drones should keep an eye on both bathrooms, and next time someone goes into one alone they should repeat the pattern of infestation.

No one is paying any attention to FRANK; we may be able to have him monitor the elevator and catch additional incoming guests while they are unable to get aid.

>>213443
>I strongly suspect that IRA and JULIUS have switched with one another. This must be immediately rectified.

Nonsense. Your memory is perfect in every way. The meatlings are so undistinguishable from one another that it's easy to make mistakes, that's all.

>IRA should attempt to get another of the staff alone; perhaps next time the trash is removed, or when someone else steps out for their own smoke break, or similar. We must continue to convert the staff so that we will be able to act more freely.

IRA hangs around the kitchen, watching the people go in an out. There's a DRINKS section nearby for the bigwigs; the rest of the employees are just drinking punch and soda. KARA, who will be taking the big shots' orders, is looking for her notepad.

IRA's elbow bumps against the kitchen's first-aid kit.

>Probe JULIUS' memories for the identities of more people here, searching for any information we might be able to exploit regarding SMITH.

SMITH is ambitious. A go-getter. He has the ear of JONESES themselves, and may be manipulating them for some nefarious purpose.

He like-a the pretty ladies.

>Our drones should keep an eye on both bathrooms, and next time someone goes into one alone they should repeat the pattern of infestation.

>No one is paying any attention to FRANK; we may be able to have him monitor the elevator and catch additional incoming guests while they are unable to get aid.

FRANK steps out into the hallway. There's no one there except a mopping janitor. He can keep an eye on both the elevator and the bathroom from here.

Of course, he could climb up the hatch and do the same trick BOB did earlier, but that would require him to dedicate someone(s) to hanging out in the bathroom.

>>214867
Oh, and
>_

>>214867
Eliminate the MOPPING JANITOR.

>>216706
You can't. He's out in the open. That's why you need the bathrooms and elevator in the first place.

It's almost like he knows it, the meatbag. Look at him, mopping all smuglike with his mop. Won't even look you in the eye. Probably thinks he's better than you, just cause he knows how to mop.

SMITH and co. are starting to ask where their drinks are.

>_

>>216754
An opening! We have a man in the kitchen, correct? Have him place a tiny piece of us in SMITH's drink. He will become infested through ingestion. Hopefully, we can persuade his digestive tract to force him to make a beeline for the bathroom, where he can be fully INFESTED in private.

>>216769
You can't infest him that way-the piece of you is too small-but you can give him a nasty tummyache.

IRA volunteers to take the drink orders, and does so. He slips a little something extra into Smith's highball, and adds a diuretic from the kitchen's first-aid kit.

SMITH remains smiling and jovial for a few minutes after drinking, before he starts to falter, and expression of discomfort flickering across his face. He makes his excuses, and slips out of the party, across the hall, and into the mens' room.

Excellent.

>_

>>217339
> you can give him a nasty tummyache
Enough to make him puke?

>>217837
Or at least go to the bathroom to puke >:)

That's... what he's doing. He's in the bathroom.

Send in one of our dudes to finish the job... let's say Darryl.

>>217841
Whoops, missed that. In that case, I second this movement.

>>217841
Darryl walks into the bathroom behind Smith.

"Thirsty?" he says.

Smith half-turns from the toilet-bowl he is bent over. "Who-"

Darryl grabs Smith by the neck and forces his head into the bowl. As the executive tries to rise, his fingers slip on the rim of the toilet, scrabbling for purchase. Darryl's free hand hooks the corner of Smith's mouth and sharpens, widening his mouth by several inches.

At this point, Smith has been ducked in a toilet, and had half of his mouth slit open, and is currently facedown in a solution of his own vomit.

It feels good. Feels right.

Darryl starts with the spinal cord, and Smith stops struggling. It's almost a disappointment, but you want Smith to be able to feel what's happening to him. His limbs spasm as they are consumed, and you creep slowly into his head to find-

Wait.

Hold the phone.

He's clean.

He has no parasite.
>cont

>>218692
He recalls being asked into the presence of the Joneses, and told to do...something...

Then he went out with Carol. Invited her to that island, like the Joneses wanted. Then-it's all a blur.

His memories are...wrong. Almost as if they'd been altered by-

Magic.

They wanted a Cat's Paw so they could draw out their attackers. One level of protection between you and the people pulling the strings.

It's a trap.
>cont

You need to get out. To that end, you pull out early, leaving what's left of Smith dribbling into the toilet bowl, and head for the do-

The janitor is in the doorway.

"Thank goodness you're here," Darryl says in a breathy, scared voice. "I just found him like this and--"

"No sale, Inferior."

Oh crap. He's one of Them.

From the folds of his jumpsuit, he pulls a walkie-talkie. Coruscating lightning dances between the fingers of his other hand as he aims it at Darryl and speaks into the grey box--

"Activate it."

Darryl hears a dull thump, and the floor suddenly tilts under his feet. All of your hosts struggle to maintain their balance, and the lights flicker. Darryl tries a lunge for the janitor as cries of concern begin to ring out in the party. Just as he reaches the mage, everything goes black--

/End Eldritch Part 2.0
//See you this Fall

>>218701
I KNEW IT

PS: Archive plox.