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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[monsieurchatastrophe]

Nope. Not really. [he admits to that easily enough, shrugging at himself, but then he just stares at Dorian with a sincere, open expression] But it's fine. You probably want to talk to somebody about all of this, don't you?

[when the child bodyguard/jailer offers to also be your confidant is that sad, cute, horrifying or all of the above?]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Sad, mostly. Someday, Adrien is going to learn the hard way that it isn't possible to be all things to all people and still manage to live for yourself. He's likely to learn it sooner rather than later, the way things are going. The kindness is appreciated, and he does want to talk about it, but he feels a wave of protectiveness. Don't let these children be hurt more than they already have, than you've already done. He lies.]

I thought so, but I say it now and it all sounds so hollow. Let's discuss anything else.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[There's a moment of hesitation where he wonders if he should push the issue. He decides not to, partly because even he's not that masochistic, but also because he's honestly not sure if Dorian is being sincere. He's never thought himself too good at gauging what people need.]

If you're sure. But-- the offer's open if you ever need it. [it's an easy middle ground, one that doesn't require for Adrien to be the one to keep asking, and he feels a little bit cowardly about it. Still. He smiles, awkward, clasping his hands behind his back once more.] So... what's your favorite food?

[he is also not great at coming up with random small talk]