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1st Day of the Month of High Cold
Who: Corvo and anyone who wanted in on this plot
Where: All over the ship!
When: The 17thi-sh
Warnings: Possession/Body control/emeto
Notes: Go ahead and put your character up doing whatever they would be doing alone! People being possessed are not aware that anything is happening, for the most part. They will simply lose a few moments of time and be hit with nausea as soon as Corvo leaves them. Please let me know if there are any conversations that you don’t want Corvo to see. I will be just picking at random from inboxes and private threads, since he doesn’t have long to look.
He just needed to blow off some steam. At least that’s what he told Richter. He wanted to take to the Enclosure, sit in Dunwall, and pretend like his daughter, his Emily, hadn’t been wandering the fucking Barge without him. Unsupervised!
But that’s not what he’s doing. He stows the item away and he gets to work. He finds each person alone, sometimes in their room with the door cracked open, sometimes in the library, sometimes in the dining hall, but always by themselves. He chooses at random, staying away from his friends and picking on people just because he can.
There are a few failed attempts made - two people who simply refuse to be taken over- but there are plenty others to make up the difference.
He enters, reads their communicators, and leaves them to their nauseated fates. He doesn’t tend to hang around unless he has to, and would rather disappear back into the shadows.
At one point, he gets cocky and doesn’t check for the knife as he teleports up a stairway to find his next victim. He doesn’t even notice that it’s gone, slipped from his pockets for Richter to come across.
Where: All over the ship!
When: The 17thi-sh
Warnings: Possession/Body control/emeto
Notes: Go ahead and put your character up doing whatever they would be doing alone! People being possessed are not aware that anything is happening, for the most part. They will simply lose a few moments of time and be hit with nausea as soon as Corvo leaves them. Please let me know if there are any conversations that you don’t want Corvo to see. I will be just picking at random from inboxes and private threads, since he doesn’t have long to look.
He just needed to blow off some steam. At least that’s what he told Richter. He wanted to take to the Enclosure, sit in Dunwall, and pretend like his daughter, his Emily, hadn’t been wandering the fucking Barge without him. Unsupervised!
But that’s not what he’s doing. He stows the item away and he gets to work. He finds each person alone, sometimes in their room with the door cracked open, sometimes in the library, sometimes in the dining hall, but always by themselves. He chooses at random, staying away from his friends and picking on people just because he can.
There are a few failed attempts made - two people who simply refuse to be taken over- but there are plenty others to make up the difference.
He enters, reads their communicators, and leaves them to their nauseated fates. He doesn’t tend to hang around unless he has to, and would rather disappear back into the shadows.
At one point, he gets cocky and doesn’t check for the knife as he teleports up a stairway to find his next victim. He doesn’t even notice that it’s gone, slipped from his pockets for Richter to come across.

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He slides into the warden's messages, scrolling hastily through them, ignoring many of the messages between him and his lover. Corvo and Silver are already well aware of the way people get together on this ship. Instead, he picks out a few good conversations and plays them all the way through, standing up and pacing away from the table Malcolm had originally been at when he thinks he hears someone approaching. Gods forbid someone talk to him.
Corvo leaves him once he feels his vision going wavy and he teleports out, immediately ducking behind the next bookshelf.
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The texts on Sweeney's comm are generally boring and perfunctory: check-ins that arrange meet-ups; disseminating information about silver harming vampires. It makes him come across as someone who is more practical and efficient, rather than sociable, at least when it comes to media.
There was, however, a period in the middle of February when he seemed panicked about the disappearances of various people and concern that it might be his fault. Much like with breaches, he holed up for a while.
[You're more than welcome to anything, that's just a quick skim of his own inbox. He tends to check in with Maggie, Laura, John, and Will most often, but also messages his other barge siblings and a few friends.]
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Nothing really of note, though Corvo can admire the pragmatism. He spies a little on the messages to Maggie, fascinated by the strange sort of warden and inmate relationship that they have. The guilt and blame seem out of place, but Corvo isn't here to judge. He's here to get information.
And when he has that information, he slides out of him again, ducking behind the wall, waiting until the coast is clear.
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Unlike the other crafts that she's tried out in the gazebo, this is one she knows very very well. Her mother taught her how to knit and they'd knit together on more than one afternoon, or while watching TV, or she'd be knitting in the car on a trip here or there. The idea of it had... stung after seeing that trailer, the knitting needles and balls of yarn interspersed with the empty bottles and the unpaid bills, but after whipping out her needles to make the toy for Godric, she'd gotten the itch again.
What she's knitting is not entirely clear at the moment, though it does seem to have cat ears.
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Saga's an easy target, he thinks, and he moves from his crouched position, reaching a hand out for her. He feels his body losing substance, losing itself, and he jerks forward -
Only to be knocked back onto his ass with a quick breath out.
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And she turns to where it feels like it's flowing from, an eyebrow raised before she lifts her cup of coffee and points to the thermos.
You wanna talk, bigboy?
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His communicator isn't much used, mainly featuring quick discussions about work in the kitchen, quick check-ins from people who seem to have a real uphill battle going to get him to accept basic social niceties, and a few chats with temporary inmates, most of whom politely brush him off, one of whom uses him as a chew toy.
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He scrolls through quickly, but there's nothing but ineffective wardening, none of it Wen Ning's fault, Corvo notes to himself.
He doesn't really care much about the jobs and really wishes his friends would work harder. Still, there isn't anything that would be terribly important.
And he just feels bad. He leaves quickly, sliding behind a shelf and listening for a clear line of escape.
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Corvo's waiting just outside, needing a break. A drink usually helps and Corvo hasn't even been close to caught yet, so he's eager to replenish and continue on.
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"Come on in. Here for a drink?"
The Lounge is empty at the moment but for the two of them; Silver glances around, corner of his mouth tipping up. Convenient, really.
"Or conversation?"
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Corvo will find Avalon behind the library’s circulation desk, temporarily distracted by the checkout they are currently finishing. Their communicator is next to them, close enough that they can keep it in their sight but obviously not the center of their focus.
Avalon prefers to have private conversations face to face, so their collection of private messages is not particularly impressive. There are, however, a few conversations that may be of interest to Corvo.
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What he does find are strange references to counseling from Malcolm, which Corvo had already seen, and a message between Rawne and Avalon, which he skims.
And then he fades back out, back to himself, darting behind a shelf until the coast is clear.
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The person that they were helping is gone now, and their communicator is closer to them than where they left it. Avalon steadies themself against the desk as a wave of nausea hits them.
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He’s that kind of boss - doing the harder stuff so other people don’t have to.
It’s why he doesn’t expect…well, what actually happens. Unfortunately for Corvo, Zack’s private conversations are fairly boring. Nothing to write home about. Not even the recent ones with Aerith in his place are especially interesting.
Oh well.
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He slides into him, pushing his will aside, and paces to the railing, communicator out as he scrolls.
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And scowls darkly.
The knife slams into the deck between Zack-Corvo's feet, and Richter's face is furious.
"Lose something, did we? Corvo."
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It takes only a few moments for his vision to blur. He's getting weaker, unable to hold on, and so he leaves that body and disappears behind a wall.
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Instead, he leads Corvo back to his cabin, and opens the door to let him in first. With a pointed look to make him.
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Even when she does, though, she sticks to the lower levels. She's wary of people spotting her, wary of adverse reactions, but it's the only way to convince Jesus and Godric that they can go on about their own lives for a bit. Hers isn't in any danger just now.
She spends a lot of time looking at the network, observing rather than participating, and looking back over the conversations Glenn had while he was here.
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As it is, he can't see her eyes and he can't hear her lack of heartbeat, so he slides into her body, feeling - odd and disjointed.
He doesn't even get a chance to look too long at the network before he jumps back out, shuddering and disoriented as he leans back against the wall. A vampire's body is not one that he cares to inhabit.