cradleproject | WEEK 9

WEEK 9

the pygmalion. . .

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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.)
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ENTER COMMAND_

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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 ]

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?

Ms. Pac Man, it's an arcade game. Wanna give it a go?

[ you can help him ruin the names on the high scores ]

Yes, I would. But... How do you play it?

[what's an arcade]

[Early Tuesday morning when the cafeteria's a little more empty seems like a good time to snag food and that's what Luke plans to do. Granted, he notices Dave and notices what Dave's doing. For a moment he's watching from the corner of his eye as he debates if he wants to bother with cubes or real food. In the end, he chooses to wait for coffee to be made and approaches the table, reaching over to take a card or two and add to the sides.]

You want the thing to stand, you've gotta reinforce the base. [The tone's low like he's not sure he wants to say anything, but he's at least intrigued enough.]

You can help if you want. I'm a master of architecture, though. I mean, it's like...half the point of the stupid game I was playing prior to this, though I am reasonably sure we're never fuckin' finishing that.

[ what is sburb who knows not dave ]

The same game Roxy was playing? The one her voidy powers came from or whatever. [Don't mind him, he will in fact stop for a little bit to help.] And I can't say I'm that great at architecture myself...not really my craft. I just get bored easily.

Sburb, yeah. It's a bullshit game and the same place I got my powers from.

[ and their nifty pjs! ]

I ended up bein' server player to like two people overall so I did double the building anyone else did.

If it was such a dumb game, why'd you guys bother playing? Couldn't you stop it if you wanted to? [Tell him more about your godtier jammies, Dave.]

"Aw, fuck," to you, too.

[He's joking — which is good. He's in a better mood that on Monday.]

Do I want to know how long you've been glued to that game?

[Look. He knows the face of someone who's been trying to beat high scores.]

I mean, I can tell you the exact time down to the last second? Knight of Time, ain't for show.

[ but. no one needs to know how long because it's entirely too long. ]

But no you def don't wanna know.

Have you ever heard of reverse psychology?

[Hasn't everyone, Jason.............]

The more you tell me I don't wanna know, the more curious I get. It's science.

Six hours, twenty-five minutes, forty-seven seconds and countin'.

[ dave

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WEEK 9

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thursday afternoon

you can ignore this BUT NOW THAT I'M HOME

returns back to a simpler time before she furiously pressed betray

tuesday

super late but SINCE I'M HOME

rolls back here anyway

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thursday

i'm late but NOW THAT I'M HOME

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