The piece of slime gets unstuck and, falling down, starts swiftly propagating on cellular level, in a second sprouting eyes and tentacles, then assuming a familiar human shape. Hastur stands up, stark-naked, and yawns. He's inexplicably back to his teen form.
(@Asagi) Hastur: Sorry for some... Mitotic invasion of your personal space. Woke up and found no one around, so transferred my consciousness to a molecule stuck to your body. Hope there ain't no issues.
(@Asagi) Hastur: Eh, not this time. Though that would be... troublesome. Also, uh, please don't confuse me with my uncle.
(@Roy) Hastur: Hai gas-slinger, that would be appreciated. ~looks around~ Come to think... What in Nyarlathotep's thousand masks' name is this hellhole?
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Council #3: Ah. Right.
—Council #3 snaps his fingers at Council#1 and gives him a jerk of his head. Council #1 gives an 'O' expression, and extracts a briefcase from under the table. It's a standard black briefcase with metal locks and a button-pad on it. He inputs a code and brings the opened case to the group. As promised, six figures worth of currency resides within. It totals to about 600,000 credits.—
Council #3: That's a third of the offer that Morningstar is willing to pay for your services. Enjoy.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Oliver: -to Fen- The colonists are stuck on a random fantasy world where they're sandwiched between a medieval kingdom and Never-Never Land. Apparently a town near their landing zone had just disappeared for a little while until it inexplicably returned shortly after they made landfall, and now all the colonists are under arrest by the medieval kingdom because they think it was an outside job.
So we're going to go in, get everyone to sit back and relax for a few minutes, figure out what happened to everyone in the town, and clear the names of the colonists.
-Oliver pauses for a moment before turning towards the Council-
Oliver: That right?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Asagi might feel as if something sticky like a tiny piece of gum has gotten into her hair.