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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[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.