WEEK TWO

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (2)

monday - thursday (39) survivors Sunday's trial was only mere hours ago, but you find yourself faced with a new week on The Pygmalion. When you awaken, you will find the ship restored to its previous state, all areas interfered with during the murder looking mostly the same as they did before. Along with this, it appears there are new areas opened on the ship. It seems you have more exploring to do. The robot in the cafeteria has prepared another breakfast of various foods. (OOC: Please submit your murder proposals by 9 PM EST Tuesday.) taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook murder proposals ENTER COMMAND_

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[muties]

[ draws a heart around one of the dicks

ten minutes later, comes back to add ]

im hearting this as my sons art not bc i love dicks
i mean maybe i do but
my son is an artisté

[breakshot]

[ And Machias comes back again, later, to find this. Dick doodles all over the place. And faces that look suspiciously like the ones he got for his batch of "face pancakes." That's it. He's removing his glasses and gently placing them on the table. He's applying both hands over his face. Then he drags them down slowly while groaning.

After about three minutes of his, he adds: ]

"I'm not going to criticize your son's artistic... sense, but maybe consider there are women and children onboard who might find this sort of material a bit objectionable?"

[parodeity]

[ dave comes back to add bright red tophats on the dicks. ]

classied them up for you dude

[ one is wearing a monocle. ]

[muties]

[ adds nothing just cry laughs ]

[breakshot]

[ just yelling!! leave the whiteboard alone!! he's going to erase this. this whiteboard came with a separate digital eraser. angrily erases!!!

honestly he could probably be heard from outside the room if it's open ]

[muties]

[ roxy is on her way back to the scene of the crime anyway, to see if there are updates on #dickgate ]

Le gasp, what are you doin'? That's art. You're breakin like ten civil liberties.

[ while he angrily erases roxy will just. draw a new dick. just for him. ]

[breakshot]

What civil liberties?! It's a whiteboard!

[ zero chill glasses mcnerd alert! he just got done erasing literally everything. so now there's a lone dick on it. machias is twitching. badly. he should sit down, but he isn't. ]

[muties]

It's an arting canvas.

[ she almost draws a second dick, but instead sets down the stylus. ]

What did you expect people to do with it, anyhow, if not dickin' around?

[allout]

[ don't tell anyone, but minako will come in and draw a nice, thin black bar right below the head of each dick, a la hentai censoring. because that clearly hides the lewd material of this drawing.

beside it is a scribble of dainty, red-coloured handwriting. ]

there! now it's totally non-objectionable! (・ω・)b

[breakshot]

[ oh my god didn't he just erase this why is it back! ]

how?! all you did was just add lines over them!!!

[ aaand as you can see his proper capitalization and punctuation gradually goes down the drain the more irritated he gets. ERASE. ]

[allout]

[ you know what machias? you need to lighten up. this entire white board needs lightening up.

so she takes a nice green colour and begins to draw one of her most notorious personas. she's drawing from memory, but let's face it - mara is very easy to remember. she spares no detail, from the tentacles to the chariot to the gaping mouth. isn't he beautiful?

once it's finished, she'll leave the room with a sigh and a big goofy smile. her work here is done. ]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ WHAT THE HELL. }

"Machiatto, did you draw this?"