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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monday

[douchemag]

[Judar's retreated up the tree in the garden after the secrets reveal, munching on a peach and generally sulking. He's not that upset about his secret being public, but it's still not something he's eager to talk about, so he's ignoring pretty much everyone who comes through the garden. However, Grell's bright hair color does manage to catch his attention.

He hadn't actually watched any of the videos; as far as he sees it, there's no reason to care that much about what everyone else has been hiding, and anyway rifling through people's darkest secrets like that reminds him too much of -- well, never mind that. But even he couldn't ignore Alice's broadcasted announcements, and Grell's in particular stood out from the rest. He'd always thought of her as one of the mature and moral adults, and thus generally paid no mind to her since he's never in any mood to hear a lecture about either of those traits.

So to find out she's been hiding a secret like that underneath that dignified exterior...well, it's certainly interesting. Not the actual serial killing part - contrary to popular belief, as callous as he is about human life, he takes no pleasure in the simple act of murder itself - but the fact that she's either been putting on an act the entire time they've been here or that this is some sort of twisted attempt at redemption or something else entirely. Whatever her reasoning is, he's clearly underestimated her.

Still, how exactly do you go about approaching this topic? He can't exactly just ask 'so you're a serial killer, what's that like'.]

So...serial killer, huh? What's that like?

[oh wait he's a tactless asshole of course he does]

[erythristic]

...Excuse me?

[being spoken to pulls her from her little reverie - the protagonist, in seclusion after the darkness in her heart was revealed to all, steeling her soul for the worst of events. still, the silence and sweet scent of the flowers did wonders for her heart, for they would be steadfast friends...

or something.

in any case, Judar's voice wasn't expected, nor was the question. to have someone brazenly charge forward with such a thing, cutting to the core of the matter...it's at least more welcome than a tedious dance around the subject like the words themselves are poison.]

Did you ask me what it was like?

[douchemag]

Okay, that might have been a bad way of putting it.

[Not because of the complete lack of tact of course, but because that's not really the part he's wondering about. He's not that curious about the serial killing or even the reasons behind it, but rather about what it says about her.]

Just really wasn't expecting it from you of all people. You're always so prim and proper, it's hard to imagine. [Though at least he doesn't sound judgmental, more intrigued...that's probably worse.]