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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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?

[bloodteller]

[ her answer to the offer of popcorn is a curt nod, though it's worth noting that the fact jack says he likes her enough to not burn her face off makes her smile. it's a weak, tired smile, but a smile regardless. if handsome jack likes you, clearly you're not doing too bad. right??? (hahaha) ]

Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

[ i mean, she's obviously not okay, but she doesn't want to touch on the secrets because. yuno absolutely watched jack's and there's no kind way to tell him of all people that you invaded his privacy. maybe if she sucks up to him, she'll get away with it, but she'd rather err on the safer side. she leans forward, peering into the machine with a lot of sudden interest. ooohh, ahhh, look at it go... wow... avoiding your issues, wow... ]

[refactor]

[ He gets her popcorn first, though as he hands it to her, he meets her eyes. ]

Well. Gotta say, I have a guess, kiddo.

[ But his comment is neutral, and no more invasive than that. It's open, but he won't press further. After all, he has no doubts that she viewed his video. He has no doubts that everyone viewed it, since he's the kind of person naturally inclined to an extreme paranoia. Even so, perhaps that's what makes him wear this so well that he doesn't seem to be particularly bothered. It's like a constant state of being for him, so what does this change, he figures?

...Though of course, even if meeting Yuno was by chance, he can't help but want for her to say more. It's strange, and he'd probably laughed about it at the time. Not at her, of course. Not at her story. But for all of daughters caged by the "good" intentions of their parents, even someone as delusional as Jack is having a hard time ignoring that. He assumes she doesn't know, since he'd expect her rage to be similar to Elizabeth's, but he also doesn't have any intention of bringing it up.

With his popcorn in hand, he steps back, then starts to rather lightly dodge the robots as they do their work, since he's heading to check out some of the games avaliable. ]

Pool, darts, --man, those are some oldass games... Pretty good way to pass the time, I guess? You play any of those?

FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU,

[bloodteller]

[ "i have a guess, kiddo." it sends chills down her and spine she realizes, yes. of course. jack watched her secret. he absolutely did. she suspicion was there, but the confirmation gives her pause. she expects him, in actuality, to question her. to ask for an answer. does she regret it? ...partially. if things ended up differently, then that would have been for the best. even saying it plainly didn't help the situation, though. yuno had no choice. they made their bed, they had to lay in it. her life without them is better.

(disregard that yuno is hiding away in the rec room, trying to pretend she wasn't fantasizing about playing pool with her father.) ]

It's different from just playing tetris all day. [ her tone is casual, controlled. ] A change of pace, you know? Makes up for not having anything to do but thinking about murder for nine weeks straight.

[ with her popcorn in hand, she approaches the pool table again. ] This one. I was-- I'm not clear on the rules, but I get the feeling it's a lot more challenging the more drunk you are, right? Is that why it's in bars?

>:]

[refactor]

[ He steps away as he explores, but out of the corner of his eye, he still watches her expressions curiously. After all, his feelings here are complicated and two-fold. For one, there's the obvious parallel that's exceedingly uncomfortable for him, as if Alice had been mocking him and him alone with her choices in other people here. But in the other... There's a portion where Jack sympathizes in a way that he usually doesn't. It's something he prefers to bury and forget, to only give the barest acknowledgements to his family when he has to, but this week is the reminder that he didn't quite want.

What remains of the young man in that memory wants to say "I understand," but the man he's become can't quite reach out that way anymore. So instead, there's the quiet understanding of silence on the matter. ]

Well, something like that? To be completely honest, I'm not much of a pool guy. Darts, that's more my thing. But then again, I was only going to bars for—

[ He starts a story, thinking of his younger days, but of course no one else but Moxxi could come to mind for that. Whatever cheer he was taking in the story fades, and he waves it off. ]

Ehhh, whatever, point is, might as well learn. And, hey, I've got a sweet new hand that could use some grip practice. [ He lifts the severed arm to show off the shiny chrome arm that had been taken from Rhys's and converted for his own uses. ] You wanna try a game? No drinks needed to make it hard in this case.