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[spümpkin]

As a few of you sit down to eat, the hooded figure leaves. The skeleton at the head of the table also springs to life. "Well hello there, my good friends! How have you all been? I know you do not know me, but I know you all, very, very well. I also called you here. For a very specific reason. But, before I go on, any questions? And no, the food isn't poisoned, as far as I know!" The skeleton laughs heartily, waving his hands in the air.

[~Neri]

"Unlikely for you to be aware of us. Message acquired from food. Likely intended for food and not us. Likelihood increased with the absence of suitable sustenance."

[hops]

"I don't know, Foodface, I think some bodyhopper - which I assume you are - seems more like someone I'd want to hire rather than somebody dumb enough to be its victim."

[~Neri]

"Acquired replacement skeleton from messagefood. Had expended significant potions in prior conflict. Bodyhopper? Not quite. More advanced then. Am significantly older breed."

[Trapezohedron]

"Well, damn. You better make it worth my time, Skeleton. I suppose names are in order? I am, after all, your guest. And I don't believe you put a signature in the letter. Or are you this 'D' person who left a curious message in my mail?"

Grulberh instinctively clicks his mouth; the tension rising as he valued his solitude and should it be compromised he would have to go far and away from this current civilization again. Moving between cities isn't so easy, not especially when you have to account for a job, rent, monetary exchange (if it exists), and a bunch of other factors.

"I suppose the steak is looking rather delicious, though. May I have it bagged for later consumption, if it isn't a bit too much for a guest to ask of that?"

Of course, he would not want to eat with everyone right now, seeing that his very visage could spook them and ruin his life as it has many, many times before. He would not risk unwrapping his face bandages to reveal a particularly insectoid mouth.

[SOLDIER First]

"You would be wise to eat now and gain the energy you can, but I apologize if I am ignorant of your customs."

[My Name is Immaterial]

XRU quietly sat down, since it was unnecessary for them to elaborate on why they were not going to partake in the food. The situation was far outside the boundaries of their programming, and simply sat there and gathered data, writing new routines for the strange situation.

[hops]

"Some kind of gestalt of assimilated flesh then? Good thing I'm not that kind of doctor, otherwise I would be making some pretty clichéd requests right now."

[~Neri]

"Close enough. Not quite."

[Shadestyle]

PTW