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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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.