Random Weekly Roleplay - Being Hez Yaffelby

[Hezekon]

You are in the head of the Honorable Unmight Hezekon, Minister of Music and -- secondarily -- the Minister of Communications. He is an impatient, rustic-exteriored person with great skill in the editing room. A great skill of annoying all his underlings (as the history books will refer to them), and something that they probably do not appreciate greatly, unlike is great skill. He is vaguely aware that you are in his head, although, because of the current moment, that is not exactly a problem, because the 'you' being created initially is Hez himself. . . . Myself? . . . Moving on, the homunculus in his (my) head is taking control of his movements, his thought processes to an extent, and generally responsible for the near future presentation of the figure known complexly as "Hez."

He stirs in his mind, aware of the presence (which, again, is not terribly unfamiliar at the initial typing), and grows somewhat stiff. I (you?) raise his arm, which unfortunately knocks over the glass bowl you were stirring together the titular ingredient in banana bread with sugar to macerate it. Thankfully, it does not roll off the countertop, but it does create a mess. A mess that the Hez meat-body and lizard-brain is not happy about. If left alone, this will bring ants. Many ants. Too many ants. Help stop the ant future from forming.

 

[Pichtonia]

"Henceforth, you and me, we will be YOLO Yaffelby", the shriek in his head declared victoriously and moved the rustic Minister of Music to the corner of his kitchen where cook books had started developing their own life. As if he was remote-controlled, robotically Hez Yaffelby took one book after another to the countertop and stapled them nicely: Four lines of each five little staplesfive little staples each, with each staple consisting of three books.

"Shoo bee doo bee doo, Shoo bee doo bee doo", the little voice went. "If you're afraid of ants, light the food on fire, you."

 

[Dax]

"Not a bad idea," the voice declared, satisfied with its plan.

Hez hearing this attempted to break free of the control as his body inevitability moved torward the lighter fluid sitting on the counter. Seeing that he was getting nowhere in his struggles, Hez began to plot how to get out of this pickle. After several minutes of planning, he got it! He discovered a foolproof plan to save his house from catching on fire and remove this parasite from his brilliant mind.
However, right as he was about to put it into action, he realized that his food was already up in flames and his body was ungratefully making its way outside. Distracted from this inconvenience, Hez completely forgot his genius plan.

On the bright side, the ants were no longer a threat.