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WEEK 9
| 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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* “There seems to be bad blood between you and your family,” the woman remarks.
Dorian laughs loudly, though without much humor to it. “Interesting turn of phrase. But you’re correct. They don’t care for my choices, nor I for theirs.”
Still, despite his frustration, Dorian makes the decision to go to the meeting - at least, he comments, if there’s a trap, they ought to spring it before a less obvious one is tried.
* The video shifts to a dingy poorly lit tavern. and deserted. Dorian and the Inquisitor step inside, but it’s immediately obvious it’s deserted; whatever retainer was meant to be waiting here to meet them never seems to have arrived. That is, until a man dressed in robes walks down the stairs, speaking Dorian’s name.
Dorian turns, and quickly grows tense, uncharacteristic anger showing plainly on his face. “Father. So the whole story about the ‘family retainer’ was just…what? A smoke screen?”
* Rather than respond to him, the man turns to the young woman, addressing her politely. “I apologize for the deception, Inquisitor. I never intended for you to be involved.”
Dorian doesn’t give her a moment to respond, or for his father to continue talking, emotion thick in his voice. “Of course not. Magister Pavus couldn’t come to Skyhold and be seen with the dread Inquisitor. What would people think? What is this exactly, Father? Ambush? Kidnapping? Warm family reunion? Talk, tell me how mystified you are by my anger.”
* Both Magister Pavus and the Inquisitor look uncomfortable with the sudden outburst, although she at least tries to calm the situation, asking Magister Pavus to please explain why he’s brought Dorian here. He begins to speak, perhaps to answer or to calm Dorian down, but Dorian interrupts him, explaining sharply to the Inquisitor, “I prefer the company of men. My father disapproves.”
* Magister Pavus seems weary and irritated, as though Dorian’s obvious anger is embarrassing to him. “This display is uncalled for.”
“No, it is called for. You called for it by luring me here.”
He tries again, telling Dorian this is not what he wanted, before he’s interrupted again. “I’ve never been what you wanted, Father. Or had you forgotten?”
* “Dorian, please, if you’ll only listen to me —“
“So you can spout more convenient lies?” He seems done trying to speak to his father, turning instead to the Inquisitor, as though to explain himself. “He taught me to hate blood magic. ‘The resort of the weak mind.’ Those are his words.” And now, speaking to his father again. “But what was the first thing you did when your precious heir refused to play pretend for the rest of his life?” His voice breaks as he speaks, anger giving way to hurt. “You tried to change me!”
His father looks sad, but seems resigned that Dorian isn’t going to allow him to speak. He still keeps trying. “I only wanted what was best for you.”
At that, Dorian storms on his father. “You wanted the best for you! For your fucking legacy! Anything for that!”
* But rather than wait for him to say anything else, the Inquisitor takes his arm, says that it’s time to go. Dorian is still furious, but it fades from loud and intense to bitter as he agrees. They’re done here. She and Dorian walk out of the tavern together, without another glance behind them, as Magister Pavus watches sadly.
* In the library, however, the Inquisitor finds Dorian in a different mood, melancholy and thoughtful. He speaks quietly to himself as she enters. “He’s a good man, my father. Deep down. He taught me principle is important.” He means it, plainly, but then again, “He cares for me, in his way, but he won’t ever change. I can’t forgive him for what he did. I won’t.”
* The Inquisitor still seems concerned, asking after how Dorian is doing, and what exactly he meant when he said his father tried to change him. “Out of desperation,” Dorian says, though his voice is tired and clearly hurt. “I wouldn’t put on a show, marry the girl, keep everything unsavory private and locked away. Selfish, I suppose, not to want to spend my entire life screaming on the inside. He was going to do a blood ritual. Alter my mind. Make me…acceptable. I found out. I left.” He can’t answer whether the ritual itself would have worked, though. “It could also have left me a drooling vegetable. It crushed me to think he found that absurd risk preferable to scandal.”
The video fades out as Dorian stares out the window, lost in thought, bitter feelings mixing with regretful ones. “Part of me has always hoped he didn’t really want to go through with it. If he had…I can’t even imagine the person I would be now. I wouldn’t like that Dorian.”
After that, the feed cuts. Alice’s voice announces: Dorian wishes he’d listened to what he had to say.]