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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[missmaladroite]

Monday Night - Tuesday;

[So, there's an odd sight going on in the night and during Tuesday. You see Ladybug or Chat Noir - rarely together, one or the other, grabbing any weapons out in the open they can find. Or anything-weapon like. They seem to be carrying them away by the armfuls, what the heck?? Are they plotting a murder? Either way, those things are disappearing]

[They meet up in the hallway of the rooms when they're done, very briefly, to brofist and go "Bien joué!". Bawww.]

[OOC: This applies to weapons out in the open, not personal ones! Also specify if you want Ladybug or Chat Noir]

Tuesday-Wednesday;

[Marinette can occasionally be found around where Dorian is or Dorian's door, out of costume, sitting down with a tablet or her datapad. She looks exhausted, unhappy, and she's playing her games without paying much attention to them. But still, she seems to be doing well? If the noises are anything to go by.]

[But, uh, you might also see her working on a fashion project (for who?), or nodding off, because girl looks like she hasn't sleep in five days. Tap her? Let her snooze? She may drool]

Tuesday, probably Adrien for this though Marinette is welcome to drop in!

[toprotecttheworld]

[Jessie is in the weapons storage, and she's holding onto the boomerang. Really, it seems more like a toy to her. She's seen one used before, but it's never something she's incorporated into one of her Rocket schemes to capture Pikachu.

It's then that she hears something behind her and notices Chat Noir with an armful of weapons. Jessie tucks the boomerang under her arm.]

It looks like someone's getting ready for a big game of Meowth and Rattata.

[Cat and mouse. She's teasing, accusing Adrien of getting ready to use those weapons. Hopefully it translates.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[his stupid leather kitty ears twitch in Jessie's direction before he turns to look at her with an easy grin.]

Nope, not quite. I'm actually putting these guys in permanent time-out, so... no games allowed for them.

[he looks at the boomerang under her arm but doesn't comment. the boomerang probably isn't a threat... and at this point he genuinely believes Jessie isn't. At least murder-wise.]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Did his stupid leather Meowth ears just twitch in her direction.]

How thoughtful of you. By removing all these weapons, you're forcing people to come up with more intricate plans that will be harder to figure out.

[Her voice is dripping with sarcasm. She doesn't care one way or the other, because she has one weapon no one can ever take from her.]

I'm keeping this one. It looks like fun.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Like they weren't doing that in the first place. [does he actually look annoyed? yep. he shrugs] At least like this, we're making it harder for public murders.

[SINCE PEOPLE WANT TO DO THOSE AS A THING, NOW. he shakes his head and grins again]

Go ahead, but you should watch where you throw that thing. They've got this nasty habit of coming back.

[it's a joke but also don't brain yourself, jessie]

[toprotecttheworld]

[In response to Hot Topic Meowth's clear irritation, Jessie only smiles.]

What's this? It looks you might have fangs after all. I was starting to wonder if you could do anything other than smile.

[She brought out Adrien's dark side. A personal victory! Because this is the best week for her to remind everyone she's evil.]

I'm an expert thrower, there's no need for me to worry about that. I'd been meaning to take this thing earlier, but I guess now's as good a time as any.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[that just makes him raise an eyebrow and become more determined than ever to keep his shitty grin on.]

I usually strive to be more irritating than irritated. It's a lot more fun.

[maybe he shouldn't admit that so easily. still, he tilts his head to the side as he looks at the boomerang]

Why do you want it so badly anyway? I thought you were fine with just Arbok.

[toprotecttheworld]

You've got that first one down pat. You're an irritant.

[But she's grown used to his annoying personality. That's right, he's the difficult one, not her.]

Arbok is perfect as he is, but I'm bored and this might provide some amusement. The only thing I can see this being useful for is hitting switches from a distance or collecting items in hard to reach places.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[he even bows in thanks and everything]

It can probably stun enemies for a short time too. [vidyagames. he plays them.] Just try not to hit people with it. Everyone left is pretty hard-headed, but I'd still rather not test it.

[toprotecttheworld]

I knew you would. You're a little purr-dictable.

[She's evil, but she's hilarious. The perfect woman. She just smirks and hops up onto one of the display cases, making herself comfortable.]

Are you sure? We could always test it right now, since the one with the hardest head is standing right in front of me.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Purr-dictable? You've gotta be kitten me. Those are fighting words, you know.

[he looks at the boomerang warily]

Pass. I've been the victim of enough slapstick and I'd rather keep my nine lives intact. Besides, if we're talking hard-headed, you're pretty up there yourself.

[toprotecttheworld]

Are the claws finally coming out?

[She ominously taps the boomerang against her opposite and open palm.]

That's a little unfair. Nine lives when we have only one? Think you could give a few to me?

[monsieurchatastrophe]

My claws are always out.

[he painstakingly frees one hand from his weapon pile to finger wave at her for emphasis]

Trust me, if I could share, I'd gladly do it. Unfurtunately it's kind of a cat only thing?

[toprotecttheworld]

Oh, are they? They're so small I couldn't see them.

[it's like a dick joke but it isn't?]

Well, that's just purrfect. Oh, well. I still don't think I need them. I'm not afurraid of anyone here.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

They're claws, not nails.

[but he seems amused at the not dick joke]

You're pretty set with Arbok, that's true. He's got enough poisonality to scare off anybody.

[get...it... please kill him]

[toprotecttheworld]

What's this now? Switching topics without giving me a heads up? Fangs-ks for nothing.

[She's willing to role with the punches here.]

You're right about that. Jason Todd is positively terrified of him. You heard it here first.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

I don't have to limit myself to just one subject when it comes to clawsome jokes.

[he shrugs, unapologetic... and then he laughs at "Jason Todd is terrified" because lbr he lives to drag jason]

He gets hissterical around him, huh? I'd have thought he'd be tough enough to only be rattled.

[hissterical is a two for one but rattled doesn't even work arbok isn't a rattlesnake adrien smh]

[toprotecttheworld]

It's true~! He throws an absolute hissy fit! He can't get near my precious Arbok at all.

[Arbok actually hates Jason, though, mostly because Jessie does. Did. Well, Jessie had to touch his underwear.]

But that's a tail for another day. Adrien Agreste! Why does this happen every time we talk?!

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[blinks]

Why does what happen? Jokes? I'm pretty sure those aren't a constant.

Wednesday

[tevinteriscoming]

[He's out for one of his fresh air breaks, having tea in the parlor, when he notices Marinette beginning to nod off. Obviously, this is his chance to make a break for it! But instead, he puts his tea down, and reaches over to lightly tap her on the shoulder.]

Marinette.

[missmaladroite]

[He could have escaped!! But alas. She jolts awake as soon as he touches her, eyes widening--]

W, What's happening---

[She jumps up to her feet, hands going towards her earrings-- oh wait, nothing's happening]

Dorian!

[tevinteriscoming]

Sorry to startle you. [He's smiling but subdued; he knows Marinette is terribly angry with him. And he also cares about her, but has hardly earned the right to act on it.] You really ought to sleep, you know. I know I'm a slippery fellow, but even I have the courtesy to resist mischief for a few hours at night.

[missmaladroite]

[how many people has he murdered in the time she's been dozing!! This is terrible.]

I-- I'm fine, I don't need you worrying about me!

[Tsun a little harder, Marinette.] Who can sleep right now, anyway?

wednesday

[antietam]

[ Adam visited Dorian yesterday and learned about Marinette's protection services. He's been feeling a bit bad about it since he's... not really doing anything despite how he was close to Dorian.

So he visits her at Dorian's door, though doesn't go too near it to make it clear he's not there for him. ] Hey, Marinette. Do you need a break?

[missmaladroite]

[It's okay, Adam, the children are handling it. Everything's fine.]

[She jolts when he addresses her, and then rubs her eyes and yawns]

No, it's fine - I just, need some water or something.