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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[douchemag]

[Yeah, Judar understood about 5% of that, but that 5% is still fascinating enough that he doesn't just glaze out and ignore the rest of what Jack's saying.]

Can't say I followed most of that, but I think I get the bigger picture. Better to keep it simple and functional than over-complicate it with shit that won't work, I'm guessing? [He tilts his head.] Electric? So this thing communicates with the brain using electrical impulses?

[And he'll go ahead and plop down, leaning forward.] Awesome. Just tell me what you need me to do.

[refactor]

[ He'll take it, at least... Jack actually loves explaining stuff like this, since, for one, it is genuinely one of his passions. But of course, more than that, he's a narcissist that just likes when he feels smart. ]

Yeah, Rhys's did, buuuut mine won't. Kinda involves surgery, hooking nerves to wires, et cetera, et cetera... Not even sure if that would be possible to do yourself. And no offense in this particular case, but don't exactly trust any of y'all to do that kind of surgery on me.

[ He barely trusts a competent surgeon for it, though.

Since Judar has agreed, Jack shifts the hand on the table and slips the nub of his arm inside the cavity of the prosthetic. ]

But. This? Simple. Basically just doing the fittings, so you're gonna tightens the sections I tell you to tighten. Grab the screwdriver aaaand the pliers. Those'll be a good place to start.

[douchemag]

Yeah, kind of sucks all the doctors and people with medical knowledge are dead now, huh? [why does he sound so casual about this, god...]

Got it, got it. [And he'll do just that, peering into the arm. Are you sure you trust him with this, Jack. Are you sure.]

[refactor]

Super sucks.

[ He has to stress that, but he'll pause to direct Judar on what to do. Apparently, he does trust Judar! But it does help that this is pretty hard to screw up. He's only asking for the logistics. ]

Like, if another alien pops up, better hope they don't take part of someone with 'em again. That person will probably just bleed out and die.

[douchemag]

[For once, trusting Judar is actually not a horrible decision because as generally incompetent he is at everything else, it's pretty clear he's used to making precision movements with his hands. Plus it's not like he'd have any idea how to sabotage Jack's arm in a hilarious way and he wants to see the new additions, so he guesses he might as well help out the guy seriously.]

If? You're feeling optimistic. [YEAH he really doesn't think they've seen the last of them...] Better keep Dorian around then, at least he can try to cauterize the wound as a last resort. [Pause.] Or burn them alive. Either way.