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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[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?

[erythristic]

[the scent and his voice are enough for her to shake off the slight nap, and she straightens up, blinking her eyes. Luke, she thinks, is one of the people she doesn't mind finding her in such a predicament.]

If there is, I don't think anyone's bothered paying attention to it.

[reaching over to take the cup, she bows her head and mouths the words thank you before taking a drink.]

And my dream's already fading from memory. Pity.

[chiseler]

Well pardon me for being the one to interrupt your REM cycle. [But he grins mildly when she thanks him, pulling out a chair for himself to settle down into across the table from her.] Maybe it'll come back to you. I've had reoccurred dreams...or maybe those are nightmares.

[It's only because it's Grell and only because they shared a room for a week that he bothers to be casual about it. Nevertheless, he's already glancing at her book.] What're you reading?

[erythristic]

It's a general guide to anatomy. I thought it'd be good to be refreshing on my knowledge of such things, and this one thankfully isn't too dense. If we end up needing to treat, say, a broken arm, it would be ideal to know how the bones should look in the first place.

[the pages she's on at the moment show the nervous system, mapping it out over the body and labeling parts. she turns it so they can both look at it - full color. nice.]

Though I don't know how much I'm learning, if I'm falling asleep.

[chiseler]

[He peers at the book curiously, wrinkling his nose a little because that's still weird to him.] While I think that's a good idea, I also think we're gonna need a lot of books to really manage around here. You could always take it with you if you're too tired to focus.

[Said the pot to the kettle.] Besides, don't people learn in their sleep anyway? Maybe one of the tablets has an audiobook version you can listen to and absorb during the night.

[erythristic]

Does that sort of thing really work?

[does it? Luke, you're a genius.]

Is it possible to simply gain knowledge through listening while sleeping? Incredible...I had no idea.

[chiseler]

Yeah, there've been studies in my world and everything. Besides the rooms are soundproof. You could learn all kinds of stuff and nobody would even know. People have learned entire languages and stuff like that in their sleep. Worth a shot anyway.

[erythristic]

It can't hurt, and it would be easier to manage than some of this...like the things I want to review. Until I have results, I don't want to risk it with the new information.

[she doesn't need muddling of how to handle someone's arm being amputated because she only slept through the lesson.]

...what kind of world was yours, anyway? If you want to answer that.

[between the secrets, what of him she'd already gotten to learn, things he's mentioned...she's got an odd sort of picture of it.]

[chiseler]

In that case, start small. [It's the only suggestion he has. He's careful, smiling just a touch when she asks the question but it's calculative and uncertain. His world is, in fact, a somewhat strange place even if it's normal for others.]

You're from Earth too, aren't you? Or some version of it. It's America so it's pretty much what you'd expect...early 2000s, life keeps moving, New York is a busy, busy place. People advance. It's not as up-to-date as this ship, but we have stuff like tablets, too. [He rolls his eyes to the ceiling.] Most people are unaware of all of the monsters and weird stuff going on because of the Mist, but for people like us it's pretty hard to avoid. It's in our blood. Demigods start manifesting their powers or get claimed by their parents, suddenly it's like a neon sign for monsters that there's a snack waiting just for them.

monday

[douchemag]

[Judar's retreated up the tree in the garden after the secrets reveal, munching on a peach and generally sulking. He's not that upset about his secret being public, but it's still not something he's eager to talk about, so he's ignoring pretty much everyone who comes through the garden. However, Grell's bright hair color does manage to catch his attention.

He hadn't actually watched any of the videos; as far as he sees it, there's no reason to care that much about what everyone else has been hiding, and anyway rifling through people's darkest secrets like that reminds him too much of -- well, never mind that. But even he couldn't ignore Alice's broadcasted announcements, and Grell's in particular stood out from the rest. He'd always thought of her as one of the mature and moral adults, and thus generally paid no mind to her since he's never in any mood to hear a lecture about either of those traits.

So to find out she's been hiding a secret like that underneath that dignified exterior...well, it's certainly interesting. Not the actual serial killing part - contrary to popular belief, as callous as he is about human life, he takes no pleasure in the simple act of murder itself - but the fact that she's either been putting on an act the entire time they've been here or that this is some sort of twisted attempt at redemption or something else entirely. Whatever her reasoning is, he's clearly underestimated her.

Still, how exactly do you go about approaching this topic? He can't exactly just ask 'so you're a serial killer, what's that like'.]

So...serial killer, huh? What's that like?

[oh wait he's a tactless asshole of course he does]

[erythristic]

...Excuse me?

[being spoken to pulls her from her little reverie - the protagonist, in seclusion after the darkness in her heart was revealed to all, steeling her soul for the worst of events. still, the silence and sweet scent of the flowers did wonders for her heart, for they would be steadfast friends...

or something.

in any case, Judar's voice wasn't expected, nor was the question. to have someone brazenly charge forward with such a thing, cutting to the core of the matter...it's at least more welcome than a tedious dance around the subject like the words themselves are poison.]

Did you ask me what it was like?

[douchemag]

Okay, that might have been a bad way of putting it.

[Not because of the complete lack of tact of course, but because that's not really the part he's wondering about. He's not that curious about the serial killing or even the reasons behind it, but rather about what it says about her.]

Just really wasn't expecting it from you of all people. You're always so prim and proper, it's hard to imagine. [Though at least he doesn't sound judgmental, more intrigued...that's probably worse.]