Forward Dated to Wednesday
[Omega felt something was ... off. Sitting in storage with the other AIs in Washington's workroom, he suddenly felt somehow freer and more open.]
[He started his laugh when he realized what it might mean, and as soon as he got the chance, the very next moment that Washington walked into that small workroom, Omega jumped. No radios needed, the castle was able to provide him a way -- however temporary -- to leap from meaty fleshy skull to meaty fleshy skull.]
[An open journal on the work desk picks up a hearty, evil laugh as Omega unexpectedly jumps into Washington's body] Well hello there Washington! It's been a lovely stay but we really must be going ... [And with that he attacked, immediately trying to take over]
[Washington hadn't expected anything out of the ordinary when he'd entered the room. So he was in complete shock at the feeling of no longer being alone in his head.] What the hell? [And Washington is certainly out of practice at fighting off AIs like this, so it's not nearly the fight one might have expected. But he's doing his best to not make it easy for Omega.]
Isn't that cute, you're trying to resist me. [Omega may be out of practice too, but he's had far more experience in taking over hosts than Washington's had at suppressing AIs, between Maine and Tex. He feigns an inability to overcome, like a cat playing with a mouse, before just lashing out with everything, flashing dominance and shunting Washington out of control of his own body.
Of course I am. How did you do this? My radio isn't on... [So fleeting was the illusion of victory. For a second, he thought he stood a chance. But that second was gone, and now it's not him controlling his body. It's Omega pulling the strings.]
[And Omega's pulling the strings out of the room and into the hallway. He had to get to Maine, and the sooner the better.]
Lets just say 'The Castle Did It' and leave it at that. Certainly took it long enough.
[[ooc: Loss start, or rather forward-dated-to-tomorrow-start :3 Open post hallways between 11-3 floor, open journal!
[He started his laugh when he realized what it might mean, and as soon as he got the chance, the very next moment that Washington walked into that small workroom, Omega jumped. No radios needed, the castle was able to provide him a way -- however temporary -- to leap from meaty fleshy skull to meaty fleshy skull.]
[An open journal on the work desk picks up a hearty, evil laugh as Omega unexpectedly jumps into Washington's body] Well hello there Washington! It's been a lovely stay but we really must be going ... [And with that he attacked, immediately trying to take over]
[Washington hadn't expected anything out of the ordinary when he'd entered the room. So he was in complete shock at the feeling of no longer being alone in his head.] What the hell? [And Washington is certainly out of practice at fighting off AIs like this, so it's not nearly the fight one might have expected. But he's doing his best to not make it easy for Omega.]
Isn't that cute, you're trying to resist me. [Omega may be out of practice too, but he's had far more experience in taking over hosts than Washington's had at suppressing AIs, between Maine and Tex. He feigns an inability to overcome, like a cat playing with a mouse, before just lashing out with everything, flashing dominance and shunting Washington out of control of his own body.
Of course I am. How did you do this? My radio isn't on... [So fleeting was the illusion of victory. For a second, he thought he stood a chance. But that second was gone, and now it's not him controlling his body. It's Omega pulling the strings.]
[And Omega's pulling the strings out of the room and into the hallway. He had to get to Maine, and the sooner the better.]
Lets just say 'The Castle Did It' and leave it at that. Certainly took it long enough.
[[ooc: Loss start, or rather forward-dated-to-tomorrow-start :3 Open post hallways between 11-3 floor, open journal!