Plan #4

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[Private]

…

I think… it may be possible that… it’s ridiculous, but... I think… [incredulously] that I miss him.

Hmph.

[/Private]

[Janitor]

I require a favour of sorts.

[/Janitor]

[HEY THERE CAIR PARADISA~~~

Are any of you guys on the first floor, or are gonna be passing through there soon? If so, you will see that what seems to be a businessman with a very small head has set up a table in the middle of the floor. On it is an array of different cheeses, of all shapes and sizes and colours. It all looks very very delicious. The businessman is calling out:]

Free cheese samples! Get your free, delicious cheese samples here! Healthy and free of charge. Get your free cheese samples!

[All of this is said in a very dry, unemotional tone of voice. On close inspection, you will see that it is not a businessman with a small head; it is simply the Brain in a robot suit. :D

If your character decides to take one of these cheese samples and eat it? (Though I don't know who'd be stupid enough to >_>) They will be turned into A DRONE WHO WILL DO BRAIN’S BIDDING NO MATTER WHAT AND WILL ASSIST HIM IN TAKING OVER PARADISA!!!!

The drone effect will last about a day.

HAVE FUN.]

[ooc; AHHAHAHAHAH are you guys getting tired of me yet. >__> I promise I won’t be doing this every night. :P Brain will of course try to take over Para every night, I just won't post about it :D

The cheese won’t work on everyone, btw. Animals, Time Lords, angels and the like are all clear.]

Comments

Janitor

[squirrelsenses.livejournal.com]

What do you need, Little Buddy?

Janitor

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[will let you call him that... for now]

Please dictate the word 'poit' into the journal.

Brain ; dictated

[squirrelsenses.livejournal.com]

This seems familiar...

...Poit.

Janitor ; dictated forever

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

...Hmm, very well.

'Narf', this time?

[blockoutnoise.livejournal.com]

[walking by, stops, frowns]

You do know there's plenty of free food in the kitchen, right?

[[ooc: Neku's in a plain, black button-down and jeans, plus headphones and MP3 player]]

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

Of course. But I made these myself; they are far more delicious than anything to be found in the kitchen.

[blockoutnoise.livejournal.com]

...Sure. [turns on his headphones...Brain may recognize the music from TAKE-OVER-THE-WORLD-WITH-SONG!night]

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[of course he does. shrewd mouse is shrewd. doesn't say anything about it now. loudly:]

So, would you like a sample? They are quite delicious. [pops one into his mouth, and make s mmmmm noise]

[blockoutnoise.livejournal.com]

[shrug] Not that hungry.

[wolf-prince.livejournal.com]

[walking back from spending the day out and finds...]

...?

[this is a confused Hero standing in front of your cheese stand and giving said cheese an odd look and an even stranger one to the businessman. After so many months, you'd think he'd be used to the odd occurances...]

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[HEY THERE CONFUSED HERO, MEET A WANNABE EVIL DICTATOR]

Some cheese, good sir? You'll find that it is very tasty indeed.

[wolf-prince.livejournal.com]

[you don't look anything like my normal fare of Evil Kings]

[still giving the businessman an odd look before he looks at the cheese... And after hearing some of the horror stories involving food being given out in this place, he's not exactly confident in the samples being handed out.

Shakes his head. No, I think I'll pass]

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[ffffffffff]

Are you sure, sir? [pops a piece into his mouth to show] Quite delicious; I made them myself.

[wolf-prince.livejournal.com]

[and he will kick your ass if he finds out about Pit, oh dear]

[nods again and gives another once over to the cheese... Still remembers the last few incidents involving food and their negative effects Coro's soup doesn't help Brain's case either]

[bring-god-down.livejournal.com]

[Looks at the cheese.]

I'm lactose intolerant.

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[...gd it]

That's too bad, miss. Perhaps you'd like to try some cherries instead? [takes some out from under the table or something]

[bring-god-down.livejournal.com]

[Eyes the cherries.]

I'm allergic.

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[tumdedum y halo thar cheese-peddler. :D]

Hmmm?

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[>)]

Well hello, young boy. Care for some cheese?

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

Hm.. [thinkity think]

...Yes! Thanks for the offer, sir! [happy little wingflutter as he picks up a piece of cheese and nibbles at it~]

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[FACE LIEK DIS. waits until he finishes the cheese]

Yes... yesss....!!

Now tell me boy; who do you serve?!

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[the Doctor is passing by! :D He stops, eyeing the table with both curiosity and skepticism]

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[>)]

Hello, good sir. Care for some cheese?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[Knows that there's something funny about this, but don't let it be said that he's not curious -- especially about what the Brain's up to /now./]

Cheese from a suspicious-looking mouse in a robot suit? Can't hurt.

[He shrugs, doing his best oblivious-face, shifting the bit of toaster or whatever he has in his hand to his other hand and takes a piece, popping it into his mouth.

After a moment he cocks his eyebrow quizzically.]

[ponderlicious.livejournal.com]

[FACE LIEK DIS]

Ahahaha--- ahem.

Good, good. Now tell me! Who do you serve?!