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]

[ 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?

[bloodteller]

[ i mean mirai nikki is basically an ecchi anime anyway why am i playing from it ]

...Paris... right.

[ there's a long, shaky breath that escapes her, and yuno focuses on what she thinks is the beating of elizabeth's heart. it steadies her enough that she can lean back to look up into elizabeth's eyes and that's -- they're blue. like someone else's. someone very dear to her. ]

We have to get out of here, first. Both of us. ... I don't want to go to the catacombs...