So, tomorrow it’s up to our heroes Lucy (the Chosen), Gustavo (the Exile) and the umbrella-wielding Ms. Charlotte (the Expert) to once again save the world.
As usual, I asked my players for inspiration in the form of a shred of lyrics, a title, or a quote.
Well, it seems they lack imagination, because these days they only give me song titles…
This time, the challengers were “I’m going to change the world” (The Animals), “Where the Wild Roses Grow”, “Viva Las Vegas”, “I will talk, and Hollywood will Listen” and, of course, “House of the Rising Sun”, the latter which made me think Vampires or Kitsune.
Well, people didn’t want to go to the US as they’ve been there and are on Homeland Security’s “kill on sight because they know too much and won’t work for us” list (which, of course, means I need some covert ops teams to go after them at some point, yay).
The winner was (because I, for once, didn’t put it to a vote), “Viva Las Vegas!”
So now they’ll be visiting an Elvis impersonators convention in… Leeds.
I’ll let you know if the world is doomed.
Right, world saved from drowning in cheeseburgers.
After nearly being trampled by voracious, middleaged (and older) fans behaving like teenage girls, our astute team noticed the impersonators getting better at both singing and looking like The King.
After interviewing a few of the performers (especially Mike Newton, a lorry driver from Luton in real life), they got hold of Amy Wallace, the mousy, short, bespectacled, nervous, tired, hyper-caffeinated convention organiser, who led them to the small museum of Elvis memorabilia, thanks to Gustavos Italian charm. Also, he pretended to be a reporter.
The team persuaded her to close the museum for a photo opportunity, and while Gustavo distracted poor Amy, The others drew a circle, summoned Elvis Aaron Presley and imprisoned him in his own guitar (the one he played on in Jailhouse Rock).
Alas, that just made things worse!
And after three fans spontanously combusted during a rendition of “hunk’a burnin’ Love”, they realised that Elvis had been a moderating influence of the gestalt of The King, whom they ended up summoning with the help of a fried peanutbutter and banana sandwich, a cherry coke, a cheeseburger, Elvis’ guitar and a shrieking fangirl (aforementioned Amy Wallace).
The summoning succeeded, they spread the gestalt of the King into every fan on the planet, safely disspiated.