WEEK 9

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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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[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. ]

[bloodteller]

[ yuno pauses with the pool stick in her hands, and she very clearly bristles. her mouth is open, mid-sentence (something about iron bull and the men in black? who knows), and she only stares at jack for a moment before... finally trying to look presentable by standing straight. just to show he has her attention. ]

...I like extra butter on my popcorn, but they didn't get the amount right.

[ she offers a very tired smile. at the very least, she can read the mood. ]

They'll clean it up soon, don't worry about it. There's a bunch more. It's fresh.

[refactor]

[ He laughs, but as she starts explaining, Jack doesn't linger at the wall long. He stands straight again, then starts to head over the popcorn machine to go check it out. ]

Ohhh, totally get it. Happened to me once on a real bad day. And y'know what I did? [ He snickers, then makes a motion like he's holding something down with force, roughly at a counter's height. ] Shoved the friggin' idiot's head right under the butter dispenser. You know how hot that stuff comes out? Man. He does.

[ He relaxes with a laugh, like this is a great, wonderful, and also hilarious story, but then looks to Yuno. Even as he's looking at her, he nods towards the popcorn machine. ]

So, this your batch? Correct butter on this one?

[bloodteller]

[ her mouth curls awkwardly, but she can't force a smile at his story. no, not today. sorry, jack. there's an apologetic gaze in her eyes.

still, she approaches, leaving the stick on the pool table. after joining him at the popcorn machine, yuno nods. ]

Yeah. I set it up the way I like. Do you want another batch with your preference? I can set it up as soon as this one end.

[ unfortunately now this batch won't end up on the floor, probably. can't throw a huge BABY FIT with jack here that's embarrassing ]

[refactor]

Nahhh, this'll be good. I like you enough that I won't put your face in molten butter, no worries.

[ That's not actually reassuring, Jack...

He looks around for something to scoop it up with, since he actually legit does want some popcorn now. He has a weakness for snack foods. He'll motion to her to ask if she wants some first, since if so, he'll get hers first too. He occasionally has manners. Though even so, his expression does shift to slightly more serious. ]

So... To tackle the elephant in the room here. You doin' okay, kiddo?

tuesday

[douchemag]

[He'd heard about a room full of games and immediately headed straight there, since...well, he's bored and could use a distraction from all the secret shit going on. Plus this ship might be terrible, but all the entertainment so far has been top notch.

When he floats into the room though, his eyes widen and he whistles lowly when he sees the state it's in.]

Whoa, the fuck happened here? Don't tell me someone got offed already.

[thanks asshole way to be sensitive]

[bloodteller]

[ you know what, though. she's used to it. she expects it the moment she sees his dumb magicked hair. ]

It's syrup, not blood.

[ the...red stuff... on the floor. ] The squirter is off. [ it is not. it really isn't. yuno just got made and tossed a cup full of the stuff everywhere.

but she stops in the middle of her two person game of ddr?? even though she's the only one here?? probably scared off everyone else tbh. what does judar want, just to hang around and make her feel vaguely bad for the big red mess on a murdership?? ]

[douchemag]

The what? Sounds dirty. [But he'll shrug and approach her, ignoring the mess and looking at the DDR game. It's a good thing he has no idea what this is so he can't make fun of her for playing it by herself.]

Whatcha doing? Anything fun down here? [Yeah, he really is just here because he's bored and wants to hang out. If he notices her angsting over her secret, he's not going to mention it. He hadn't bothered watching it anyway, though of course he'd heard the general announcement - as far as he sees it, there's no reason to care enough to go snooping into people's private business.]

[bloodteller]

[ this is exactly why yuno likes judar. he says too much, but he knows when to shut up. yuno hesitates for a moment, and the song is failed. ]

Aw, shoot.

[ win some lose some, apparently. ]

I was just... playing some games. You want to try? This one is a dancing game, but there's Ms. Pac Man over in the corner. [ she'd mention pool but yuno is pretty sure he'd either be really good at it or absolutely horrible at it. maybe even a combination of the two. ]

[douchemag]

Dancing sounds like fun, why not? [She's dead right about pool, since a decent grasp of angles and aim means nothing if you can't actually hit the ball, so good choice there. He'll go ahead and join her on the pads, looking at them and the TV curiously.]

How does this work?

tuesday

[baptizer]

[ She asked around - definitely. She checked the pool, the cafeteria and saw no sign of Yuno. Which was definitely concerning. Elizabeth made it her priority. When she finally settles into the rec room, Elizabeth watches breathlessly from the doorway. It's a mess to see - both in the emotional sense and the physical mess left behind. ]

Yuno.

[ Elizabeth speaks firmly as she enters the room. ]

What - .. what happened?

[bloodteller]

[ her head snaps around. anger is clear in her expression and yuno is clutching a paper bag of popcorn; it's held high above her head, ready to be launched into the air with a pained shriek. but no, this one is not tossed away in a fit of rage. she breathes ragged and harsh, eyes wild and shocked for a moment before yuno turns fully toward elizabeth. the popcorn falls to her feet in a heap. her shoulders rise and fall rapidly. ]

Elizabeth...

[ she thinks back to her words, to a point in time that she would never take back now. a moment yuno can only think of as important -- it gave her everything she needed to move forward. it's elizabeth. elizabeth understands, if there's anyone who understands, it's elizabeth, elizabeth elizabeth elizabeth elizabeth elizabeth elizabeth elizabeth knows ]

...

I won't regret it.

They can't make me.

[baptizer]

Child, hold on -

[ Elizabeth can't stay back, she'll rush at the girl. Even if she's fearful. Even if she's confused. If Yuno strikes her, Elizabeth is vulnerable to take the hit, but instead, if she can, she'll pull the girl into a tight embrace. They know. Everyone knows every rotten, torrid, horrible secret and Elizabeth's feelings on the matter are conflicted, but she can't... She saw the cage, she feels her stomach tighten in disgust and - even if Yuno has blood on her hands, Elizabeth knew at one point she may as well. Be it Daisy's or Comstock's.

It was all for freedom in the end.

Elizabeth's arms are wrapped so tightly around the girl, holding her and shushing her like a child. Her voice a soft whisper: ]

Don't regret. Don't. Shh... It'll be okay. They can't hurt you. Alice can't hurt you.

[bloodteller]

[ elizabeth's arms are real. they are not a figment of yuno's desperate imagination and she isn't sure how to take this. she's real and holding her, elizabeth is holding yuno like her mother once had. she feels something stir inside her, and then it all cracks, and tumbles. were she a machine, yuno would be short circuiting, overheating. she fights to function, to think, and it takes a few moments for her to see the blue of elizabeth's jacket.

she's sticky from bright red cherry syrup, covered in remnants of popcorn. evidence of a fit, evidence of momentary rage and disappointment. yuno does not breathe. she chokes. ]

I'm not-- ch, child... I am no one's... [ yuno is no one's child. yuno is -- without yukki, what is she? who is she? where is she? where does she belong?

...her arms curl around elizabeth's back, shaking. ]

It was an accident!

[baptizer]

Shhh... shhh... Accident or not, it's done. We can't change that.

[ She tightens her embrace, trying to steady the girl. The syrup smears into Elizabeth's pure white corset and there's no second thought. The girl needed comfort and she'd offer it in any way that she could. It was horrible to leave someone who was on the verge of mental instability to fend for themselves. ]

I'll clean this up later, we need to wash you off. [ Anime bath ecchi moments? Who the fuck knows. ] Yuno... it'll be alright. Just think, we'll be in Paris soon, right?

wednesday;

[chiseler]

[The idea had been to pop in and out of the art storage room just to grab some paintbrushes to continue work in his room, but he can't help it. This is the second week he's come across Yuno doing things without knowing the meaning of the word "moderation" and for a moment he pauses to look at her work.]

...pretty sure you can't eat those. [It's a light tone, mostly to play it off as a joking remark in regards to last week's attempts, but he seems interested all the same for a moment.] I'm kind of impressed.

[bloodteller]

[ for what it's worth, a short laugh escapes her lips. "hah." true, you can't eat these. ]

You could, if you really tried. It just would hurt a lot.

[ his compliment holds her attention, though. yuno curls around to face luke, and her expression is tired, tired, tired, exhausted. but she shows it without fear. ] Thank you. I... I'm good with my hands. There isn't a lot I can do, but something like this, I can do.

[chiseler]

I think I'll pass. [He waits for a moment before crouching down a little to not only get a better look at her work but also at her. Nobody's doing very well this week, but bringing it up right off the bat seems cruel even for him. So he nods along, a hand coming up to gently poke one of the items but not enough to damage its shape.]

Somehow I got the impression, what with the baking and now this. I've never been really good at this kind of stuff. Takes way too much patience. [And like with the baked goods, he has one important question.] What're you gonna do with all of these when they dry?

[bloodteller]

I'm not sure. [ it sounds like she hadn't considered it at all. just something to do, mindlessly. moderation and yuno are not friends, so when she ignores it to bulldoze in "what the fuck why", she finds the tiniest bit of comfort. ]

Here. [ her hands are still a bit messy, but she plucks a tiny... letter opener? no it's a sword. yuno picks a hard clay sword up. it's no bigger than palm sized, and she holds it out for him. ] I'll give you this one. I don't know if heroes always use swords, but it fits you.

[chiseler]

Maybe we can replace all of the statues of Alice that're around the ship. [He's mostly musing to himself, but when she holds up the small sword he pauses again. It's...cute? Sure, that's the word he'll use and he's not taking it immediately because the words are sinking in.

Hero. Riiiight. After a moment he nods and picks the sword from her fingers, holding it flat in his hand to examine it.] Pretty strong word, Yuno...but it's pretty cool. [And then, awkwardly:] Thanks. [A lingering pause.] ...why would you use that word?

wednesday.

[erythristic]

[coming into the art storage, Grell had been intending to just waste a little time there. seeing Yuno surprises her - seeing her up and active was good, especially after what Alice had chosen to display. (in Grell's opinion, they deserved it. she doesn't judge Yuno for it - she wouldn't even if it was intentional.)

but still, she's slow to approach, making sure she's heard so Yuno doesn't think she's sneaking up on her.]

You've got some incredible talent.

[this, she's sincere about.]

[bloodteller]

[ she hearts the footsteps. she doesn't think much of them, but maybe she should. death day approaches faster and faster now, but yuno buries herself in her work. she doesn't look up until she hears a familiar voice: she startles, eyes widening, and then turns to face grell, hands dirty with the clay. ]

...Thank you.

[ it isn't the most sincere statement. ]

You can take one, if you want to.

[ it's punctuated with a tired gaze, and then she turns back to her work. ]

[erythristic]

I don't know which one I'd pick. They're all something beautiful.

[though if Yuno would rather work on clay than talk to people, Grell knows. that Yuno hasn't asked her to leave is progress of a sort, and Grell decides to push her luck a little further.]

...I was sincere, you know, at the trial. When I said I would show you how I did that with your hair. Just as a reminder.

[bloodteller]

[ there's a pause as yuno regards grell with a careful gaze. they're both killers, she supposes. grell just happens to be one of the most notorious ones. as it stands, she hasn't been dangerous toward her. it takes a moment, but then, she nods. ]

...Before the next trial, can I come visit you? [ will you do her hair and make up grell, she has compliments to receive ]