WEEK 9

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (9)

monday - thursday (21) 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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VALUED & VULNERABLE

[al2955]

[ Around 9 AM, AL-2955's voice chimes in throughout the ship. ]

Hello, travelers. I have an announcement to make about this week's valued and vulnerable participants, as well as a small change to the mechanics of the vulnerable list. Henceforth, there will not be a list proper of which a potential killer can pick from. Instead, if a killer would like a tool, they must express to me which person on the ship they are targeting. Plans set up to kill a random person, murders in self-defense, second degree murder, and manslaughter will not be allotted a tool. And with that, the list is as follows.

[ She reads off a list of tools. ]

The valued players this week are as follows.

Adelina, for the bravery and wherewithal to call out what she felt was wrong.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, for undisclosed reasons.
Luke Castellan, for undisclosed reasons.

[bloodbiter]

[why. no.]

I don't want it. Give it to someone else.

MOTIVE

[al2955]

[ Around noon on Monday morning, AL-2955's disembodied voice echoes throughout the ship, calm and smooth as usual. ]

Good morning, travelers. I trust you all twenty-one of you are well. I am here to announce this week's motive.

[ There is a small pause, as if she must take a moment to clear her throat before continuing. ]

In H.G. Wells' The Time Machine, we are introduced to an English scientist and inventor living in Surrey during the Victorian Era of England. He is only identified as the Time Traveler, and in the beginning of Wells' serial novel, he presents his dinner guests with a tabletop model of a time traveling machine. The following week, he returns with stories and adventures, all so remarkable that one would be forgiven for not believing them. However, The Time Machine's narrator explains that he has gone back in time in the past week, to A.D. 802, 701, where his time machine was stolen and he was forced to retrieve it from the Morlocks, a menacing race who are hiding his machine in something that looks rather like a Sphinx. During his adventure, The Time Traveler encounters a young girl who he saves and attempts to care for. She slips two strange white flowers into his pockets, and dies later. The Time Traveler bests the Morlock, and returns to the Victorian Era, and though his dinner guests do not believe him, he is able to produce the two flowers from his pockets.

The Time Traveler used his machine to impact the lives of a civilization past. Given the ability to go back and change something, what would you do, travelers? As I ask this of you, I will state your terms and conditions. You will be permitted the ability to change one thing about your history should you kill and get away with it this week. Should no one kill this week, every remaining player's greatest achievement in life will be undone. I do wonder what your life would be like had you not succeeded at that time...

[Each player's datapad will be uploaded with a video or description of their greatest achievement and a brief video of a snippet of their life in a world where they failed. Similarly to the secrets last week, this will be private and only accessible to them.]

ALICE

[al2955]

[ Alice, as usual, can be contacted in any room of the ship. If your character is in a room with a statue, she will appear before them. Please state which room she is contacted in if you choose to speak with her. ]

[missmaladroite]

[From her room!]

If you didn't know there were aliens onboard, why did you have a special role specifically for hunting them down?

EVENT

[al2955]

[ At 8 AM on Monday morning, Alice's voice echoes through the ship. ]

Good morning, travelers. As promised, I am here to announce your secrets. I do hope you are as excited as I am.

[ And Alice segues into methodically announcing everyone's secrets, including Arumat's and Hissrad's. Those that are displayed as videos flash on everyone's datapads as Alice announces them. ]

If you have somehow managed to sleep through this announcement, or if you have forgotten, a compendium will be placed in the conference room containing everything I have announced here today. Any videos that have been played can be replayed on your datapads. Do enjoy your day, travelers.

[baptizer]

[ In the darkness, a dim yellow light reflects off of glass. In the distance, a prominent woman stands with her arms wrapped around a small child.

This is what needs to be done!

The voice calls out to a man on the other side of a window, he seems desperate and bartering to get the child back. The woman, drunk off her own revenge and righteousness steadies her pistol against the boy's head. The view changes to focus behind the woman, Elizabeth jumping down from a vent cautiously. Her hair still long, the girl was trying to find a solution to this - one that didn't end in blood. Her eyes shut as she hears the child scream, looking around frantically. She observes the woman who seems focused on the man.

You wanna get rid of the weed, you gotta pull it up from the root!

The woman's finger tightens on the trigger and instead, Elizabeth is heard muttering to herself: Oh my God, I have to - Do something. I have to stop her! Elizabeth looks around grabbing the only thing she could find - scissors. In an act of impulsiveness, Elizabeth lunges forward towards the woman known as Daisy Fitzroy. The feed cuts.

i mean here's the entire fucking scene ]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Jessie's is a video, and hers will play at some point during that montage:]

Hold on tight.

[The video containing Jessie’s secret starts with a gigantic birdlike creature. It flies upwards towards a dark, stormy sky. Below the bird, there’s nothing but snow on the ground below, some sort of rocky mountain in the background. The video focuses briefly on a boy and his pet. The yellow animal’s face might be recognizable to some, it was on the video screen that showed examples of who the participants could call during the week seven motive. The bird twists and turns in the sky, and eventually something else becomes visible.

Jessie and two others are clinging to the giant bird’s leg despite all the aerial acrobatics and danger. Nearby, two more oversized bird monsters soar closer and move back while attacking the bird Jessie is clinging to. The first fires flames incessantly at the bird, and the second fills the sky with lightning with a flap of its wings.

The first person to cry out is Jessie, her voice panicked and masked by the winds and attacks going on around her.]

We’re slowing Lugia down, the three of us are too heavy!

[The next person who speaks up is a man who wears the same R as Jessie does. His voice is panicked as well.]

Let’s try Weight Watchers!

[Jessie sounds more annoyed this time.]

It’s too late for that!

[The cat-like creature speaks last, his voice reaching a new level of frantic.]

I heard it’s never too late if you really stick to the prograaaaam!!!

[Regardless of their banter, the movements in the sky only get worse. Lugia, the bird Jessie mentioned, does an aerial flip to avoid some of the attacks, but its movements are sluggish, restrained. Team Rocket yells in both fear and exhaustion before they start to speak again, once more starting with Jessie.]

If we don't let go, they may not make it back!

Let's protect the world from devastation!

Guess we gotta let go...

Are you guys ready?!

Let's do it!

Team Rocket's blasting off for good...!

[And just like that James, Meowth, and, most importantly, Jessie let go of Lugia. The boy on the back of the bird calls out—"What are you doing?! Team Rocket!!!” as he watches them fall. Jessie quickly grabs onto James’ hand and Meowth’s with each of her own. James grabs onto Meowth’s hand as well, and they form a circle as they start to plummet to the frosty ground thousands of feet below them.]

Think we did the right thing?

[Jessie has tears in her eyes. She sounds accepting but worried; James reassures her.]

I know we did the right thing, Jessie. And it feels great.

Well, this is it, then...

[Meowth also sounds like he’s about to cry. They all pull into a hug, each embracing the other as they fall.]

Let's not say goodbye.

Let's just say...

...we're gonna die!

[The video feed cuts.

Jessie's secret is heroism and sacrifice.

Her scream can be heard all over the ship, because she's standing in one of the bottom deck hallways when it goes off.]

[ooc; or you can have. the clip, i guess.]

[muties]

[ look if anyone is expecting something that makes sense or is even actually worth being a secret from roxy, they clearly have not paid attention.

because here is some seriously baffling bright neon nonsense on your datapads. like really. enjoy these clips from some embarassing bs. can she just cover your eyes. just yikes. honestly the whole bit is probably playing but these bits of trash are Enough. who let roxy be a mom that should be illegal (there's sound in this clip). megan stop we've seen enough homestuck STOP (and sound in this one).

anyway while it may not actually be disturbing it's clearly very embarrassing and roxy just looks. very red after watching it and seeing anyone else watch it. but after all your secrets she'll probs feel a lot better since her's is just dumb shit she didn't want dave to see with his shaded eyes. it's not her fault she doesn't have any decent secrets or family drama (she doesn't. have parents but that's not a secret uh.) I'm sorry.

alice's announcements for it are probably just quietly whispering "yikes" ]

[erythristic]

[Alice's voice will be heard calmly recounting a case file, on a series of serial killing incidents in the summer of 1888, in the streets of London, England. Whitechapel district. women brutally murdered - organs removed, their bodies torn apart, disfigured and destroyed. the public termed the murderer "Jack the Ripper", and the culprit was never brought to justice, passing into infamy even as they remained anonymous.

the true identity of this killer, Alice says, is Grell Sutcliffe.]

[chiseler]

Monday afternoon, viewport

[Anyone near the bedrooms will see that Luke is, once again, being thrown out of his room by a robot as twelve hours pass. It's like he'd told someone last week. He has to bluff his way through this secret…but it's much more difficult than anticipated.

"Undisclosed reasons." Whatever. He thinks to maybe lock the doors but at first he doesn't. He's in his original place with that same notebook in his hand, but he's not writing. He's staring out the window. However, if someone else enters the room he's quick to nod and get to his feet, accidentally bumping shoulders as he attempts to abscond.

(Also later in the evening the doors are locked. Please knock before entering, etc.)]

Tuesday morning, chapel

[He's sitting in the dark in the chapel with his datapad. Funny how he thinks that perhaps it's worth it, but he seems to be meditating…or he's asleep, it's hard to tell. If he hears footsteps though he'll speak up.]

Nine weeks in and this place is still a joke. [Agree, or disagree?]

Wednesday evening, conference rooms/gardens

[He's sitting under the pine tree again, staring up at its branches contemplatively before he seemingly punches the tree and leaves...

…and he turns up in the conference room to review everyone else's secrets. Unlike the past, he's not seated at the table keeping guard or smirking about anything. He's simply watching, and on occasion, if it looks like someone is reviewing the compendium and they're coming across the secret of Adam Parrish, he'll speak up.]

She has an active imagination, doesn't she? These are almost believable.

Wildcard

[Surprise me, he'll be lurking in the dark corners of the ship to avoid most people (archives, art room, etc) and he'll check out the new rooms, but he won't stay any one place for long.]

tuesday

[refactor]

[ The light of the datapad had caught his attention enough to pause, since the chapel... Well, predictably, it wasn't exactly a place that Jack visited frequently or was prone to linger. As such, when he's spoken to, he's actually surprised, but he breathes out a laugh. ]

Yeah, no friggin' kidding. What was your clue? The memes or the weird fetishes?

[ So, yeah. Agree. Super agree. ]

[baptizer]

tuesday; parlour w/ jason todd
What do you mean?! That’s the stupidest choice you could ever make! Stop being stubborn - it’s NOT up for negotiation!

[ Down the hallway leading to the parlour, there was a slightly muffled argument going on. Whether you were in the distant or nearby, there was no way to ignore the insults being slung in such a short amount of time. Two voices: one gruff and overly sarcastic and one stubborn and proper. Guess which two people were having some Words? ]

Really?! You're calling my choices stupid?! [ There's a laugh here, although it really shouldn't even be called that. It sounds far too bitter and annoyed. ] Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, lately? Because the only stubborn idiot I see around here is you!

[ There’s an offended scoff, one that’s loud enough to seem super Fanny Flustered over the mere word “idiot”. If someone was curious enough to see who was arguing, they’d have to continue into the parlour and peek around the corner near the rows of lounge chairs. ]

Don’t you dare call me such a thing, Jason! I’ve been nothing but kind on the matter but this is serious. You’re making this some valiant rescue when we have other things to worry about. Stop focusing on me and --

[ Unfortunately, that sentence won't be completed. Before anybody can peek around the corner, they'll hear the sound of one (1) chair scraping against the floor, almost like it was shoved away harshly, followed by a gasp. If this weren't a place where murders occur every other day, perhaps that wouldn't be alarming... But it's better to make sure nobody is up to foul play this early in the week, right? Of course it is.

Continue towards the spot where the two voices came from, and you'll find— Well.

Elizabeth and Jason making out, apparently. Elizabeth looks flustered or caught off guard, her hands limp at her side, but definitely… returning that kiss. Just saying.

Now is a good time to turn around if you're under the age of 18. Or not. Maybe someone should, uh, stop them. Or shame them. Whatever sounds best.]

wednesday; recreation room
[ Elizabeth had taken a liking to the dart board. You'll find a very crude drawing or Alice - well, crude only because she was in a rush. Her fingers roll the darts between them, one of her legs lifting a bit as she leans forward and - tosses the dart and narrowly misses. She looks over to the person nearest to her, waving the darts.

She wasn't in the best of spirits, but a few people have told her to be strong... so she's trying. ]

This game is fairly fun - would you like a turn?

tuesday

[bloodbiter]

[well

someone is sprinting into the parlor while drawing her sword because holy shit, that might be noticeable enough to stop the makeout session. she's immediately pausing and looking appropriately mortified, at least. why this. elizabeth, please have better taste.]

I-- apologize.

[screams internally.]

[bloodteller]

tuesday, recreation room

[ you're probably thinking that yuno is absolutely wrecked over the reminder of her secret. you would be completely right! in fact, she seems to be spending all her time today in the rec room. from the moment the alarm goes off, to the moment a robot forces her back to her room, yuno can be seen causing general havoc in the rec room.

she can be seen playing pool by herself (or is she? she seems to be recounting her day to someone...?), or messing with one of the games. notably, she's set up one of the ddr machines for a two player match, but is playing alone. ...probably?

but there's the matter of the general state of the rec room, too; it looks like a straight up tornado has torn through it. there are cards everywhere, left to sit in syrup from the snocone machine that has... somehow gotten all over the floor. there's popcorn and popcorn kernels littered everywhere too. the poor robots can barely keep up. someone is having a crisis, apparently??

anyway what i'm saying is she's having a great time. ]

wednesday afternoon, art storage

[ she is... probably doing better today! for what it's worth. yuno can be seen in this room fiddling around with some clay, moulding it. she seems to be pretty good at this; there are impressive renditions of animals and household items on the floor near her, laid out to dry and hold their shape. there's an a lot of them, too, which implies she's been at it for a while, or is a fast worker.

maybe there's something for you? doesn't hurt to ask. ]

tuesday...

[refactor]

[ Truth be told, Jack was actually coming in planning to check the place out. He hadn't explored anything yesterday, since he had feverishly been working on finishing his shiny new prosthetic hand. It's still not perfect, and honestly, it's pretty rough around the edges, but, hey. It's better than no hand, he figures.

As he makes it to the recreation room, Jack stops in the doorway to take in the scene, then whistles lowly. It's partially because he's impressed at the mess, sure, but also just to lightly alert to his presence. He walks inside, but he stops just at the door to cross his arms and lean against the wall next to it. ]

Wowwww, not feelin' the popcorn today, huh?

[ He's teasing in his tone, but his expression is at least slightly sympathetic. ]

[refactor]

monday morning - parlor

[ Who cares about secrets? Certainly not Handsome Jack, or at least not on the surface. He has something to work on, thank you very much. If you stop by the parlor on Monday morning, you're likely to find Jack there most of the day, working rather intently on something. In fact, you'll probably hear him first, since apparently, whatever it is, it's pretty frustrating. ]

Oh, you have got to— Right, of course, we have a printer than can print every goddamn alien dick you could ever hope for, but noooo actually helpful tools, that's waaay too much to ask.

[ He breaks off into muttering after this, but if you approach the table he's claimed as his own, you'll see that he's working on a shiny, chrome arm that should look rather familiar. Or at least, part of it. Most of Rhys's arm is gone now, and there's significant modifications done to the hand portion to make it a bit more mechanical instead of wiring directly into your body. Is this a little horrifying? Very possibly! But when Jack hears someone come in, he leans back to look at them, though he's definitely also speaking with a screwdriver in his mouth... It's hard to do this one-handed, which is the real source of his frustration. ]

Hey— Think you could do a guy a favor, pumpkin?

tuesday evening - cafeteria

[ So it's dinnertime, and for the most part, Jack keeps to himself lately. He's at least aware that he's not the most popular person here, but also, maybe he doesn't care? It's hard to tell, sometimes. He's pretty engrossed with Furry Passing on his datapad, but eventually, he looks up from making his town a stunning beacon of luxury (obviously). ]

Hey— Just curious, so humor me for a sec here.

[ He motions to the game ]

Whaddya make of this? I mean- Damn, the game itself is friggin stupid. But also weirdly addicting? I hate it. [ No, wait, don't get distracted. He waves his hand dismissively. ] But the dead people thing. That. That's prettyyyyyy fucked up, even for "murder each other for fun" standards.

wildcard

[ As usual, make up your own prompt and come talk to Jack! ]

monday

[socloverit]

[The parlor is usually too people-filled for Clover's liking but Jack's fine, she likes Jack because her standards are plummeting to new lows every day around here. Curiosity manages to take precedence over how tired and sad she is.

And she is never too tired to refuse to deal with this nickname shit.] Try again.

[muties]

monday, recreation room

[ haha how about those secrets huh

excuse roxy while she decides to live in the rec room forever. no really, this is awesome. she'll probably play way too much ms pac-man, but also the dance game. ]

Dance off? I'd say loser pays a dollar, but none of us have dollars or use for currency in space. Or we could play pool? Ngl, I can only guess at how the f pool works.

[ > play with the mom? ]

tuesday, conference room

[ in one corner of the whiteboard roxy has lacklusterly drawn what appears to be iron bull heavily pregnant.

but then a larger area seems to be... actual notes? what the fuck. ]

3RD PARTY ROLES
hancock -- "weirding" object helper dude
shelley or harold or fumi? (dont recall which) -- "trojan" infects colds
bull -= "kampf" alien hunter
??? others

ALIEN MONSTERS
rhys -- dead
liz -- exorcised
??? others

[ then a whole chart of all the victims, murderers, and motives so far. god forbid she just write this shit down on paper. someone add something smart to this roxy's just making her vaguest attempt. ]

wildcard

[ or wherever whenever your heart desires. she'll be in the rec room, archives, and cafeteria probably the most with other forays. she goes everywhere all day everyday. she'll probably give you a hug if your secret was sad. ]

tuesday;

[chiseler]

[In response to the whiteboard...]

Nice drawing.
Am I the only one who noticed that Hancock's role is the only one so far that was actively helping us? What's the running theory on that, if anything?
Secondly, can we believe what Bull said about mages being easy to possess?

[parodeity]

tuesday: cafeteria

[ while he'd kind of quietly spent monday avoiding the fuck out of everyone post-secret, dave can be found early tuesday morning taking over a cafeteria table. with.

just a shit ton of card packs. he's building the most intricate card house he can manage and every time it topples he just starts it up all over again with intense focus because this is a great way to spend his time? it's totally a great way to spend his time.

join him or knock over the latest fragile masterpiece, he's unlikely to get pissed off at either option. ]

thursday: rec room

[ thursday, on the other hand, is spent even more productively by trying to get all the high scores on ms. pac man so he can spell out really dumb things in the winner names column. someone please beat his scores? ass repeatedly is a terrible thing to immortalize?

but at least he's more engaged slightly today since he'll actually pause when someone comes in, making a face when he messes up and fails to secure yet another high score. ]

Aw, fuck. Sup.

[ the two statements are unrelated. ]

wildcard

[ or throw anything you want at me i don't care ]

thursday afternoon

[bloodbiter]

Oh... I was just looking around.

[this entire week is so awkward. she doesn't know who's going to bring up the secrets and who isn't, but she's fairly certain dave won't.]

What are you playing?

[bloodbiter]

tuesday afternoon, gym

[if anyone tried to find her on monday... well, you probably didn't have much luck. that being said, on tuesday she can be found beating the shit out of a punching bag, so there's that!

she seriously seems to be going at that thing. teeth clenched, kicking and punching over and over again. how long has she even been in here? probably a while. she seems to be pretty focused on the activity, but if someone says anything to her she'll snap out of it enough to respond. someone please tell her to find her chill.]

wednesday evening, fuel reserve

[by wednesday, while she's still deeply bothered by the secret reveals, she's at least well enough to go exploring around the ship. she looks around the recreation room for a while, but it doesn't really interest her much. certainly not as much as the fuel reserve fascinates her as she comes across it. she's standing on the bridge and staring up at the energy orb, curious.

if she sees anyone enter, she'll turn back towards and ask a simple question.]

What is that thing? Do you know?

wednesday

[antietam]

[ Adam has taken to go around in the evenings to avoid people as much as possible, but Adelina is someone he doesn't mind being around, so he doesn't leave. ]

Well... it's creating energy. That's why it's illuminating the room. My guess is that it's the whole reason the ship can keep going.

But I've never actually seen anything like this.

[erythristic]

monday, gardens.

[Alice says it, and...well, she doesn't say all of it. Grell's known it would play out like that, and she knows why the moment she hears that cool, calm voice speak her name. in a way, she's grateful that the complicated nature of it was still her own to keep.

it was interesting, for that section of time, to pretend to be good. to feign like she could be a heroine, solving mysteries and keeping people alive. but now...now they knew they harbored a monster, and all of it would be memory now. it's alright, because now they could make their opinions fully formed. let the fragile nature of these relationships show themselves, and crumble with the wind of revelation.

so she spends Monday surrounded by the plants, which won't judge her. she sits, sometimes, she flips back to the pages with the now third last request she's collected in her book. she stays there, instead of confronting anyone, because she doesn't want to think about what they'll say to her. her bright red hair makes it easy to figure out where she is among the plants, after all.]

wednesday, incinerator.

[late at night, Grell heads in this direction, holding something close. the room is filthy, she knows, so she holds the hem of her dress up so it won't brush against the floor. going into the incinerator itself, she crouches down to put what she's brought all this way down - two sealed envelopes.

stepping out, she hits the buttons to close the door and then to turn the incinerator on manually. all she has to do is wait now.]

thursday, archives.

[when all else fails, she can go back to the purpose that she had last week. it was hardly as though she was even close to finishing going through the books on medicine, and there were more notes to take. more to take in - even though resurrecting a corpse was hardly going to be a medical situation found in these books, or anything comparable.

but an offhand comment from Adam is why she has an anatomy book at hand. they never truly did autopsies, not unless it was necessary, but it couldn't hurt to doublecheck her knowledge of the body for the future. for the living, and the dead alike.

of course, as the day goes on, it's more likely that she's accidentally closing her eyes for a few moments here and there. what's a decent sleep schedule? not something Grell's had for weeks now.]

wildcard.

[let's do something not listed!]

[chiseler]

[He's been hiding in the archives on and off himself for the last few days, but when he comes across Grell seemingly asleep he tilts his head curiously. And he leaves.

…it's not for long though. A short time later he'll reappear and find that Grell's still in the same place but this time he's not entirely gentle as he sits a teacup down next to her. The smell should be enough to rouse her, and it's one she might recognize. It took him time to figure out what she preferred, but he guessed.]

Isn't there some kind of rule about sleeping places that aren't our rooms?

[antietam]

tuesday evening, rec room

[ Like everyone else, Adam has also been hiding out. In particular, he's just coming out during the evening in hopes of avoiding people. Now he can be found playing Ms. Pac-Man rather intently. That Kazuma ghost sure is coming after him...

Otherwise, he's also spending some time playing billiards. He doesn't seem too bad at it, but he looks kind of bored. That's why if someone comes in, he'll ask: ]

Do you know how to play?

wednesday, gardens

[ Adam is keeping himself busy by going around the gardens with a piece of paper and pen to note all the flowers and their placement. Of course, he can't identify a lot of them so if anyone happens to be near one he doesn't know about, he'll ask: ] Excuse me, do you know what this one is? What it does?

[ When he gets tired of that, he'll be sitting on the bench writing notes about different things. ]

wildcard

[ Come find him! The buddy system is still up on the whiteboard btw. It has not been defeated. ]

Wednesday, Gardens

[toprotecttheworld]

[Jessie is still sneaking about (aka: existing) in her rocket uniform on Wednesday. Her walk brings her to the gardens; it'd be nice to sneak some fruit back to her room...and it'd be even nicer to take inventory.

She's not expecting company, but when Adam speaks to her, she shoots him a look and points at herself.]

Are you asking me?

[toprotecttheworld]

[Cold Storage, Tuesday Night]

[Why is Jessie sitting alone in the coldest room on the ship so late at night? Well, it has everything to do with the fact that her secret has been broadcast to everyone. Of course, Ash, James, and Meowth knew. But now her mom knows, and now the Boss knows...it's the worst! And people on this ship were just starting to realize how cool and beautiful and evil she was.

She's sitting in the corner where it's difficult to see her, so someone might hear her sniffling and talking to herself.]

I'm so beautiful and evil, but now no one's ever going to believe one of those things.

[Might want to keep walking.]

[Wednesday Afternoon, Cafeteria]

Finally, a feast just for me~!

[What awaits anyone in the cafeteria is a bizarre site. After moving the snocone machine from the recreation room and gathering as much ice as she could from cold storage, Jessie has done everything in her power to make the cafeteria colder (if such a thing is possible).

She's laid out four trays as well. Four different types of food are set out in large number, but they aren't baked goods. No, they're all made of snow. At least there's syrup bottles nearby to make Jessie look less insane. This feast is flavored.]

Snow pudding, snow baked potatoes with snow sour cream, snow riceballs, and snow sushi rolls...this is the best snowgasbord ever~!

[Arbok is with her, also celebrating this special feast (though he occasionally looks like his excitement is a little forced). Should anyone approach her, they'll be met with:]

What are you looking at? It's like you've never seen snow food before.

[Arbok nudges a snow baked potato covered in cherry syrup before flipping it into the air with his nose. He catches it in his mouth.]

tuesday

[douchemag]

[Judar does not keep walking, because he absolutely understands the need to reaffirm how totally evil you are even in the face of all incompetence.]

Hey, don't worry, I totally believe both those things! Especially the evil part.

[socloverit]

Wednesday early evening, weapons locker
[She's hoping how exciting this place is by virtue of being new has worn off in the past week, because Clover is eternally in "avoid everyone" mode, but she still needs a place open enough to practice. There are always too many people in the gym and the gardens and the viewport, but this will do.

Anyone passing by or otherwise here to check out the cool sharp things will find Clover with her sick new laser weapon, slicing at nothing, spinning and twisting it in her hands, trying to jump and run and duck and swing it at the same time. Every now and again she pauses to flip through a notebook she's set on a nearby table; the instructions Arumat left.

There's sharpness in her expression but little else, focused but unfeeling. Maybe be out of range if you're going to interrupt her??]


Throughout the week, nights, fuel reserve
[Apparently Clover's found her new favorite hideaway, so throughout the week, in the hours where most everyone else has begun to wind down but haven't quite left for bed yet, she hangs out here, scythe ever-present at her side, sitting on the bridge between whichever robots are visiting, utterly entranced by the orb.]


Wildcard
[As always, let me know if you want to do anything else!! Clover's keeping weird hours and out of people's way as usual, but I'm happy to set up an encounter.]

drives in late - wednesday, later evening.

[erythristic]

[eventually, Clover will feel eyes on her, studying her movements. Grell feels like someone put salt in the wound on her arm with Arumat's death, but it can't erase that there was a promise there. a last request, in black and white.

and she speaks, after around ten minutes of observation.]

You're more used to smaller weapons, aren't you?

[tevinteriscoming]

monday - secrets revealed

[He was woken early, so he's out in public for the secret reveal, though looking a little worse the wear - he's still bothered to look presentable, just a little rumpled. He tries to do the polite thing and look away when others' secrets play; he doesn't need to know, though it's hard not to absorb some of it. For his own, he closes his eyes with a pinched expression on his face, and just listens to the sound. He thought he might feel more sympathy for his father now, but he feels even less. Whatever awful things he's done, at least he didn't do it to avoid being gossiped about at dinner parties.

The one that shakes him, though, isn't his. "Dorian didn't know the entire truth." He goes rigid as soon as it's announced, and then furious. He pushes the datapad away like it burns.]

Oh, whatever that means.

tuesday - thursday, around

[Since Sunday night, Dorian has been being kept under watch by Adrien or Marinette at all times. As such, you won't find him out of his room very often. He doesn't enjoy the feeling he's forcing the two of them to stay with him, or imposing himself on others who may not want to see him walking around, so he does his best to schedule any trips outside his room so he only needs to do it about every twelve hours or so. Still, throughout the week you can find him occasionally, gathering food or tea in the cafeteria to carry back to his room, stopping by the parlor to check out a new tablet, or taking a brief walk through the gardens. If another person happens to be in the same room as him, he responds awkwardly, not sure how to behave or how angry any given person might be with him.]

I didn't see you there.

[He'll leave if you respond with too much discomfort. If you try to attack him, however, Adrien and Marinette are nearby.]

tuesday - thursday, in his room

[Dorian spends most of the week inside his room, reading or writing or fiddling on a tablet, or trying to make Furry Passing work; he isn't very good at it, but he's starting to build up a sizable collection of outfits. It's incredibly depressing, locked in such small and spartan quarters with so little to occupy his mind. But the alternative, to go out around everyone else but force Adrien or Marinette to supervise him, is even more humiliating.

If you want to come keep him company, the company is welcome. Just knock on his door; again, Adrien or Marinette or someone else supervising is nearby, so no one with (obvious) intentions to hurt him will be let in. But if you've come to chat, or keep him company, or berate him, it's appreciated.]

Thursday, Cafeteria

[toprotecttheworld]

That's not something a woman like me hears very often.

[She has a tendency to stand out, after all, with her hair and her...well, everything else. Despite the fact that Jessie was the one who escorted Clover back to her room, she doesn't seem to mind Dorian's presence too much. She's just minding her own business in the cafeteria, Arbok not far away while she plays Furry Crossing. She's good at it.]

You must really be out of it.

[Her tone is haughty and filled with confidence as usual, but it's normal for her to sound a little aggressive when she speaks.]

[missmaladroite]

Monday Night - Tuesday;

[So, there's an odd sight going on in the night and during Tuesday. You see Ladybug or Chat Noir - rarely together, one or the other, grabbing any weapons out in the open they can find. Or anything-weapon like. They seem to be carrying them away by the armfuls, what the heck?? Are they plotting a murder? Either way, those things are disappearing]

[They meet up in the hallway of the rooms when they're done, very briefly, to brofist and go "Bien joué!". Bawww.]

[OOC: This applies to weapons out in the open, not personal ones! Also specify if you want Ladybug or Chat Noir]

Tuesday-Wednesday;

[Marinette can occasionally be found around where Dorian is or Dorian's door, out of costume, sitting down with a tablet or her datapad. She looks exhausted, unhappy, and she's playing her games without paying much attention to them. But still, she seems to be doing well? If the noises are anything to go by.]

[But, uh, you might also see her working on a fashion project (for who?), or nodding off, because girl looks like she hasn't sleep in five days. Tap her? Let her snooze? She may drool]

Tuesday, probably Adrien for this though Marinette is welcome to drop in!

[toprotecttheworld]

[Jessie is in the weapons storage, and she's holding onto the boomerang. Really, it seems more like a toy to her. She's seen one used before, but it's never something she's incorporated into one of her Rocket schemes to capture Pikachu.

It's then that she hears something behind her and notices Chat Noir with an armful of weapons. Jessie tucks the boomerang under her arm.]

It looks like someone's getting ready for a big game of Meowth and Rattata.

[Cat and mouse. She's teasing, accusing Adrien of getting ready to use those weapons. Hopefully it translates.]

EVENT

[al2955]

[ At approximately midnight on Wednesday, the datapads turn on by themselves. Once again, Furry Passing auto-opens, but this time, a message displays.

FURRY PASSING UPDATING
UPDATE BEGINNING
UPDATING... UPDATING...

Once the bar fills up, a second message displays. This one seems to be from the person who coded the game?

v 1.1 patch 3
Hooked it up to the big bad boy in the sky, Captain Perkins. Let me know if there's any more hiccups.
Walk up to the house. It should initiate a text conversation immediately, runs pretty smoothly through some test trials with Catherine. If you're not near your house when someone visits, you'll get a notification someone is visiting so you can choose to ignore them or not.
Please note: My mentioning of her is not your invitation to speak to me about my late wife.

The screen blacks out.

Another message.

S̡͔͇̺͎̰̖͚͉̳̠̻̰̱͚̪̅̈ͥͣͩͨ̋̏̔̓̽͋ͫͥͩ̈́̑́̚ͅö̴̢̲̭̙̯̤͇̥͕̭͕̙̥̺̰̦̟́̓͑͑́rͮ̊ͪͤ́̋́̍ͬ̌͗̀͌ͤ̂͏͞҉̨̛͔̲̙͙̠̞̪͎̣̬̱ͅr͊ͯ̌ͭ͆͆͊̒̔̍̇͏͙̗͕͖̖̠̖̟͚̳̖̟̀́͢ý̸̧̖͔̠͚̦̪̮͔̣̫̳ͩͨͧ̿͒̄͊͊ͦ̈͞ ̐̀̉̿̉̓̃́ͮ̈͗̏͋͋̈ͫͣ̚̚͏̛̣̭̹̟̱̲̦̰̺͎̯̞̪̻̹̳͘͠a͗͂̃͋ͣ̐ͬ͛҉̨͙̮̭̗̮͝b̯̱̺͓ͧ̈́͛͒̽̿̂ͨ͌́͒͡͝ǫ̨̛̲̖̻͖͚̭̣̮͓̘̗̝̗͉̰̫̻ͫ́̈́̓̐͠͞u̷̪̼̥͕̬̙̞̫̙̹̭̦͈̻̟̥̮͉ͬͦ̊͂ͭ̈͘͜ͅt̏̈ͩ̾͆̽͏̡̞͔͖͕̦̼̀̕͢ ̯͍̭͓̬̳̜̿ͬ̈̾̀̈́ͧ̿̓ͨ͝͞t̸̺͔͔̻͕ͣͪ͆ͩ͊̾̑̊ͯͬͯ͋̂̀͢ḩ͔̼̹̼̋̏̐̿͌͑ͣ̀ͤ͆̄͒̊ͬ͛̃e̴̡̟͔̹̲̹͉̥̺̯̖̟̰͍̥͈̪ͪ̏̿̇͒ͧ̎͢͢͠ͅ ̷̷̢̦͔̘̻͉͎̜̺̒ͮ̌̈́ͩ̋̓ͬ͂ͬ̈̊͂̃̃́̀̚s̷̵̸̪̞̙͈͎̟̩͊̀͊̇͊͋̅̐̚c̡̛̗̳̤̜̺͖̙̘̫̟͚͓̩̙̱͔͗̎͒ͫ̉ͣ́̀̕ͅͅa̧̖̩̪̟̗̠̽ͯͣ̓ͧ̅̇͛͌̉̓ͣͮ̃͜͡͠͠r̸̴̙̦͈̟̼̹̜̪̹̘̳͕̩̱̊̇ͫ̓̃ę̶̪̰̮̜͙̯͇̰̮͋͛ͮ͒̏̋̐ͥ̑̆̿ͩ̐͐̿ͨ̒͋ ̛̳̥̘͚͖͉̼͙̭͇̦̠̟̥̙̩̳͇̞̃̿̄̎̓̽̑ͯ̔ͭ̃ͣͯ̈ͭ̕ĺ̴̜̗̙̱̪̺͓̱ͧ͌̅̈́̓͆̂̔ͨ͠a̶̴̛͍̰̭̻̮̖̲̬̻ͬ͂̽ͦ͘͠s̫̬̜̖̗̯̎̄ͮͪ̃ͨ̃͋̋̓̆ͪ͒ͬ͂̋̒̀̀͝t̶̙̯̫̻̥͖͇̞͇͇̗̳́̏̓́̊ͬ̃͋̈̾ͧ̊ͨ̾̾ͬ̈́ͦ̚ ̞̭͙̙͍͉̯̮͒͑͑́͡ͅţ̵̺̝̘̤̥̳̯̲̙͙͔̫́́̂ͥ̌̉͂͋ͨ̄ͮ͑́͘ĩ̥͈̠̲̫͍̰̱̺̜̙̟̪̘̗̌ͯ̓ͫͮ̐ͦ͆̄̚̕m̶̢̹̖̹̳̤̞͉̗̙̮͇͖͔͈̹̱ͨͫ̅͆̑̐̽̓́̅ͣ̃ͣͤ̏̀̚͜e̵̸͈̲̺͇͙̭̼̳̝̤̍͛̔͌̈ͬ̉͘͘.̹̻̙̫̼̞̘͓̪ͥͪͯͬ̾̓̆́̊̀̈́́̊͜͜ ̷̩͍̮͚͙̤̫̣̙̰̖̖̘̫̫͍̓̽̃ͦ̍ͣ̿̑ͨ͒̋̋̓̍̌ͩ̄ͮ̄͘U̷ͤ̿̾̈́̆ͩ̃̀̉ͣ̎̐̈̏͒̑̄ͥ̐͏͘҉͎̲͉͜s͚̬͍͈̖̟͑͗ͭ̑̃̑̋ͪ̐̃̈́̂ͬͨ̓̌ͣͦ͊͜͞i̷̧̫̟͍͕͖̩̲͉̓̔̑̈̒̄͗̌ͯ̄ͦ̉͂̀ͮn̨̨̖̭͙̗̼ͨ̾͑̃̒͢g̢̘͎͙͍ͨ̑̃̓ͥ̒̇͆̿͛̏̀́̚͠͡ ͫ̏͆͛͐ͬͤ͂̈͘͏̤̟̮̰̤̲̰̜͚̰̗̩̻̗͔ͅt̡̛͙̥̲̭̗̞̝̰͕̮̲̱͎̟̆͆ͦ̏ͪ̊ͦ͡ḣ̴̯̹̩̟̘͍̫̘̟̯͔ͦ̾̄͊ͫ̔͂͛ͨ͘̕͡͝ͅe̤̦͙̙̣̠̥̭̣̻̹͙̦̟̺͊̐̃͋̔ͮ̓̑͒̐ͮ̄ͫ̐ͥ̆̋͟͞ ̦͎͎̜͆͒͆́͌̓ͨ̿͌ͫͪ̒̆̎̑̋ͩ͘͘̕͡A̷̛͙̰̜̠̗̯̼̘͔̘͚̓̌̽͋̃̾̔ͬ̆͝͠ḓ̵̡̳̤̳̾̏̏ͤ̈́̆̏͑̀̔̓ͪ͡m̶̛̫̩̲̮͈̝̗̩̳̖̣̠̦͉̺̖̙͔̑̿̏̿ͦ̔̐̃̏͗ͣ̊̽ͮ̄̽͞ͅi̵̳̭̭͍͎̖̼̲̜͔̠͑́ͤͫ͢͝͞n̡̧͓̘̖͕̪͎̳̯̮͓̈́ͪ̈́̃ͫ̐͌ͮ̂̈͑ͧ̑́̓̊͘ ̢̿̆ͯ̓ͧͮͬ̂ͬͤ́̽ͬ̉͜͏̨̦̜̩͉̩̥̮̦͓͍̘̻̩̮̟C̷̛͇̯̘̤ͧ͊̄ͨͮ͘ǫ̱̺̖̲̤̝̫̱̤̱̩̖̭̰̰̓ͮͤͤͨ̊͡ņ̷̢͎͖͔̝̭͖͕̩̩͉͇̞̲͋͂̈ͅs̴̢̜͇͐̿̋̋̂̀ͅo̡̪̞̼̻̺͇̱͕͂̋̀͌͌ͧ̆̈́͂̃ͬ͂͗ͣ̏͢ͅl͑͛̄ͫ̒ͥ̍͗̔̽͛̃́̊̃́͂̀̚͏͏͍̞͓̥̹͉͖̰̤e̢ͣͮ̾ͫͯ͗ͣ̌̈͊ͫͪ̊͢͞͞҉̞̼̞̝͙̘̩̗̥ ̶̢̤͈͍͈̞̜͍̖̦̬̙̦̗͛̌̆͑ͮ̇̆̊͂̋ͩ̓͒̂̊͆ͨ͝͝ṇ̸͙͓̹͇͙̫̳͍̘͍̱͈̟͖̘̥͇ͨͨͫ̇̐͋́ͯ̑͒ͯ͋̀̚͜o̡̊ͪ̆̿ͨ͋҉̱̟͓̖̩͞͞ẃ̶̴̬̖̯̞̘͙̳͖͔̳̱͈̠̥̬̒̅̆͒͋ͭ̈́̈́͌ͩ̂̚͘͘͟,̶̡͚͎͇̉̈́͋̆̑ͨ͋̑ͤ̄̃̀̐͑̔ ̢̛͔̮̗̗̤̐ͨ̎̔ͤ̓͂͋̄̌̇ͩͥͧ̇̍̈͟͝s̈́ͧ͐͆́̇̓͌̐̊͋̔ͨͣ̎̚͏̢̮͎̱͙̳̘̻̪̘̹̝̜̳̫̯̬ͅǫ̴̨͕̘͓̣͕̝̣̣̺͚̠̖̅͛̾̓̽͜͢ͅ ͓̦̩̟̭̖͍͍̮̱͈͓͇̦ͫ̀̽̐̾́́ͅt̴͙͙̳̝̱̫̒̄̓̄̽̿ͬͮ̕h̷͑̃ͦͩ̓͆̈́̅̓̕҉̶͇̪͕̠̹̗̹į̵̵̡̞̪̩̥͚̦̻̱̟̳̥̼̲̩͓ͬ̈͗̂̓ͭ̿͆͑s̸̳͉͔̘̾̄̿̽̋̌́͛̒͠ ̢̯̫̞̹̤̰̙̉ͬͭͦ̇ͧ͟ͅș̵̨̨̱͔̮̬̤͙͉̤̪͚̩̖̟̼̱̰̼ͯ͌̅͂̅̇̂̒ͫ̋́͐̏ͥͭ̚͢͞h̞̩̪̭̗̬͈̥̀ͮͫͮ͌͌ͨ̾̔̐͛̓̂ͧ̚͞o͆̾̈͊̿ͩ̄́ͧ̌̒̔ͥ͐̿ͤͤ҉͏̸̧҉͉̲͇̰̳͎͎͍͕̥̙̩͍͙̬ͅư̬̞̦̤̯͐̐̈ͩ͆̈́͡ḽ̢̼͚̮̓̄̆̽͛̃ͥ̇̔̀d̵̅̊̀̂͌̀ͫ̽ͨ̉̃̓̿͒͒̃ͯͭ̍́̕͡͏̠̫͖̬̭̯̹̫ͅ ̢̳̪̰̳̲̺͖͙̰̗̥̖̩͎͓̺̹ͬ̽ͫ͒͛͟w̪̭̝̩͚̳̼͓͈̪̫̲̲̫̥͊̃ͨ̊ͩ͋̏͌̏́o̴̤̘̼͇̗̯̲̲̙̼̣̗̖ͨ̈́͋̿̓́̀r̼̬̞̹̞̰͛͋̓͋ͭ̐͒ͮͫ͋ͭ͂ͧ͌͘͟͞k͛͆ͫͭ͂̉̏͊҉̫͉̹̘͉̦́͜͢.̴̡̡͙͓̜̲̖̬̼̰̘͛͑͋ͩ̓͡͞ ̸̍̊̀̈̇́͐͆̉̋̓̊ͮͮ͟҉̰͖̠̰̟̻̪̙̬̣̹̻͈
̧̢̻̠̫̣ͪͩ̏ͭ̇̐̑̉̓ͪͧͥ͛͆͒̕͝
̧ͫ̓̋̓̀̍̕͟͏̝͙̞͙͈̼̼͝G̷̡̧̼̱̭̱̠̖̻̪͚͓̝̯̟̼͚ͩ̅̂͋ị̢̛̖̳̫̼̙̲̱̪̪̝̤̻̈́̇̈́ͤ̾̈́̋ͥ͊͋̀̊̉͊͌ͧͅv̴̧̻͎̳̫̦̪̭̱̖̜̗͙̩͓͉͕̈́̾ͤ̊̿̊͑͗̎͌̂̆͋̚̚̚͘͢ͅͅͅȩ͔̪̘͇͈̝͉͎̙̙̬̤̻̤̮͙̓͆ͬ͋̍͋͂͆ͩͤͬͨ̿̀͋͘͜͡ ̴̪͈̬̞͓̼̤͉͍̖̎ͧ͊ͪͫ͞͠͡ͅ'̗̞̞̤̺̞̠̖̫̝͍̖͖̟͚̰̙̎̒̂͌̒̇̆͛ͫ̚̕͝͝e̢ͧ̍́͗͒̽̐̓ͨ̋̄͒̑̀̓ͫ̐ͪͤ͏̦̗̤̪̰͎̼̗͚̪͕̕m̶̢̧͓̟̟̲̣̟̙̩͇̟̳̦̠͍̞̩͊ͭͩ̃͠͡ ̡̮̻̹̜̥͇̣̼̱̠̻̯͚̜͖̟͉͕̝̎ͯ́ͤ͛̅̏́̓ͫ̔ͫͯͯ̀͘ẖ̴̤̖̱̼̱̣͓͍̘̰͉̓̂̔̾͊ͣ͛́͐̀͘̕͞eͯͨ̅̀̌̃̊̉ͨͨ̃͑̓ͫ̋̍҉́͏̺͍̟̹̯̙̪͇̹̘̳̜͔͖ͅl͋̐͊ͪ͂͝҉͖̘͍̜͍͖̰͍̪̯̞̫̩̘ͅl̸̸̲̳̣̮̖̣̳̪̫̘̬͉̳͈͈̈́̎̐̉͐͂̒͋͒̓ͨ̍̒̓͛̚,̴̞̜̠̞̯̠̮͎̤͔̞̰̰͉͆̉̀͛͒̓̎͛̔̾ͨ̚̕͝͡͠ͅ ̸̨̹͎̱̪̙̲͍̺̭̰̜͕̭̩͎̩̺̖ͬ͑ͫ͛͒̌̋̄̿͐̎̉ͪ̍̌͂̄͋̔͘͟ș̸̲̞͖̘̙̯͐̿͂ͦ͌̓ͦͯ̀͡͝ơ̵ͤ̆̆̒̽̎̋͒ͯ̈̚͏͏̫̗͔̫̣͈̤̲̫͓͔̺͎͍̟̭̘̞̤ľ̡̈͑͌̇̊͋̓̎́͑̇ͮ́̅̋̋̚͜҉̖͇̪͖̘͇̟̙d̬͔͎͉ͩ̑̂̾̆ͭ̿̄̍̃̎̍̽͛̒͘į̦͙̙̘̣ͦ̓͐ͧ͒͛͡ę̜̘̦̯̱̲̭̂̽ͫ͛̏ͮ̌̄ͮ͋͊͗ͪ͂̇͢͜r̢͉͔̺̲̥̙̩̳͈̼̳͚̅̉̍̌ͮͩ̍ͨ͘͞͡ͅ.̧̢̢̻͍̠̫͚̩̼͐̎̿̓ͯͬͯ͗̎͊̇ͨ̓̾͊̂ͭ


Admiral Sonya Perkins, Captain of the Pygmalion

Regardless of how many times anyone aboard the ship attempts, however, the houses of the deceased do not open, and conversations will not begin. ]

EVENT THEORIZING

[baptizer]

[ The next morning after our weirdo messages... GUESS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU WAKE UP OR LEAVE YOUR ROOM? You find a note placed outside of your room. On the note it says: 10am, Conference Room. Group Meeting. Please attend.

If you come a little early, you'll see the last few pieces of paper and pencils being sat down on the conference room table. Also, there's coffee!!! And bagels!!! Thanks robots because Elizabeth sure as fuck isn't offering food personally after #winegate.

Elizabeth is seen sitting in her chair, writing some notes down, the tablet next to her lit up. First one here, etc.

Feel free to introduce theories, look over the replica message Elizabeth has wrote out on a giant piece of paper taped to the wall (missing a few words or rewording it, but it's pretty close), or just show up for food. IDC. ]

[refactor]

[ Of course Jack is here, because who is going to turn down coffee and bagels!! Or, you know, actually talking about what the fuck is going on here. He's personally a big fan of that one. He'll promptly take a bagel and coffee regardless and probably eat obnoxiously throughout, but, hey. He's here. That's something.

That said, there is one thing that's different about Jack from usual. His gun is nowhere to be seen. ]

Sooo, what are our star theories here, kiddos? We've got some dead friends in a video game, which is pretty friggin' weird, at least in my opinion. Or, well, used to. Looks like our update might've made that more complicated.

[ He waves a hand dismissively. ]

Point being, you think they're just showing up in there to mess with us, or what? That's my big question here.