WEEK 10

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (10)

monday - thursday (18) 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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VALUED & VULNERABLE

[al2955]

[ Around 9 AM, AL-2955's voice chimes in throughout the ship. ]

Hello, travelers. I have an announcement to make about this week's valued and vulnerable participants, as well as a small change to the mechanics of the vulnerable list. Henceforth, there will not be a list proper of which a potential killer can pick from. Instead, if a killer would like a tool, they must express to me which person on the ship they are targeting. Plans set up to kill a random person, murders in self-defense, second degree murder, and manslaughter will not be allotted a tool. And with that, the list is as follows.

[ She reads off a list of tools. ]

Adam Parrish, for forthright attitude and high levels of suspicion.
Dorian Pavus, for participation despite his time out.
Jessie, for undisclosed reasons.

MOTIVE

[al2955]

[ Around noon on Monday morning, AL-2955's disembodied voice echoes throughout the ship, calm and smooth as usual. ]

Good morning, travelers. I trust you all eighteen of you are well. I am here to announce this week's motive.

[ There is a small pause, as if she must take a moment to clear her throat before continuing. ]

In W. W. Jacobs's short story "The Monkey's Paw", the Whites, an older married couple, are gifted an elusive present from India — the titular paw. It is given to them by a friend, a sergeant-major in the British army, who cites his negative experience with the paw. Namely, the paw can grant three wishes, but the manner in which the wishes are granted are not always intended by the owner of the paw.

Throwing caution to the wind, Mr. White wishes for £200. A day later, their son Herbert dies at his factory job. The company then pays the Whites £200 as a goodwill payment.

In distress, Mrs. White demands Mr. White wish for their son back. He reluctantly does so, despite knowing full well that the consequences may be grander than the fate they currently must live with — in Mrs. White's grief, she opts to ignore this possibility. After all, what mother would not go out of her way to protect her son?

A knock at the door resounds. Mrs. White is sure it is her son, but he cannot get in. The door is locked. She rushes down to him, and Mr. White, in a frenzy, searches for the paw — he knows the mistake he had made, and he wished to rectify it, and so he did. His last wish is never heard, but abruptly, the knocking stops. Upon the door being opened, Herbert is nowhere to be found.

This week, I would like to be your monkey's paw. Kill for me and live through a trial, and I will revive anyone you would like, whether on this ship or back in your world — no matter how dire or unjust their death may have been. Alternatively, if you have no one you would like to revive, you may ensure one person not in the Cradle Project's safety.

Have a nice day, travelers.

ALICE

[al2955]

[ Alice, as usual, can be contacted in any room of the ship. If your character is in a room with a statue, she will appear before them. Please state which room she is contacted in if you choose to speak with her. ]

monday afternoon - top deck.

[erythristic]

[well, this had to be done. leaving the body of the admiral there didn't seem right, especially if it had been there for so long already. but this was the captain, and so simply taking the bones away to be taken care of like any other corpse felt wrong as well. if no one had already...

perhaps they could do things a little differently this time. there might not be enough space to dig a proper grave, but there are other methods.]

Lady Alice, I have a request.

[this time, she doesn't wait for Alice to respond first.]

Provided we handle everything with care, would it be alright with you if we were to take the remains of the Admiral in order to conduct a cremation and subsequent interment? So that we might pay our respects.

TOP DECK INVESTIGATION

[al2955]

[ Pile in here to investigate the top deck. ]

[parodeity]

[ wow did you say heights, dave is there, what is up my homies ]

I'll provide elevator music if y'all want.

[ say no ]

[muties]

Yes.

[ sorry did you say no? oops ]

[chiseler]

Absolutely not. [How did he end up with you two assholes again? But of course new areas and Luke is all over that despite his best judgment.]

corner room #1

[antagonize]

[Well. New area to investigate. Cool inanimate objects to fondle for science. Lots of people who are still side-eyeing him for helping Luke blow himself up. Kind of a shame that Jason doesn't care about that third fun fact, so he's decided to team up with Jessie and Adam to take a look around the corner room.]

Think we'll find any liquefied corpses inside? That seems to be how things usually go.

[Never forget murder kool-aid and corpse salsa.]

[antietam]

[ Jason and Jessie tend to be very good investigators and maybe this won't be a huge mistake. Maybe? Even if he's still definitely side-eyeing Jason. ]

No, I think that's just for you. Maybe you're a favored one.

[ He'll step into the room confidently because he has a shield so whatever. ]

[toprotecttheworld]

There's nothing favored about him. I'm only here so that he doesn't manage to get you involved in something crazy.

[That's right, she's here to babysit Jason so that Adam can remain pure and unexploded.

It's a new room. Arbok is behind her, and, as previous queries have been answered, he is immune as well. There's no reason to be fearful.]

Statues

[missmaladroite]

[Welp, here's babysitter and babysittee. Something's shifting in Marinette's shirt, and she, uh, puts a cookie down it (???), before getting to work investigating]

Whoever made this space station was obsessed with creepy, ugly statues.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Dutifully following along. Also, gladly following along; he's much more equipped to make contributions here than he is at the terminals.]

They'd be rather nice statues in appropriate proportion, I should think. As it were, it's a little much. There's nothing like a gaudy statue the size of a building to immediately bring to mind overcompensation.

corner room #2

[baptizer]

[ GUESS WHO THE FUCK HAS A GUN ON THEIR WRIST AND A SWORD IN THEIR HANDS? ELIZABETH, THAT'S WHO.

She's going to take lead on this until someone louder and more reckless joins in, but she's Prepared, holding the hilt of the sword tightly as she begins to proceed to the room she's looking into. ]

Wonder if these rooms will top the daycare?

[ STOP BEING SNARKY. ]

[thatbites]

[The double E team is up and raring to go??? Emily isn't as kitted up, just has her handy dandy flare gun that she's held onto for this long, but she isn't any less ready to shoot something in the face.

Who needs baby sitters? They don't.]

Hope not. I don't need anymore excitement in my life.

[INTO THE MYSTERY ROOM THEY GO??]

terminals

[refactor]

[ When given a choice here, the resident computer nerd (but lowkey) is definitely heading right to those terminals. He's not alone, since one of the pink teens is coming with, but he's absolutely grinning excitedly at the prospect of checking these out. ]

Oh, man. There better- Damn, I hope there's something juicy. Something good after a long wait?

[socloverit]

[this is what happens when the responsible sibling dies, the tiny pink teen ends up going on field trips with mass murderers and carrying sharp things around. why does this keep happening. anyway here's Clover and her laser scythe, poking at the terminal.]

Maybe. Maybe it's just more dildos.

wednesday morning, cafeteria

[todorable]

Alright! Prepare for a double! It's time to eat!
So have some bubbles and take a seat!

[There’s a new alarm in town today. When the other participants wake and make their ways to or by the cafeteria, they’ll be greeted by the smell of bacon and eggs and the sight of two people who are having more fun on the ship that should be possibly be allowed. Plates are set out, condiments are ready, and there’s enough seats for everyone. A peppy vaporwave dance version of the Team Rocket theme wafts from a tablet on the counter. In the corner, there's a sign made from art supplies congratulating Marinette and Adrien.]

To protect our ship from morning starvation!
To actively ignore our crap situation!

[Jessie is in the back flipping bacon, stirring hash browns, and making omelets as fast as her hands can move. With an apron over her Team Rocket uniform and her hands free of gloves, she moves at a lightning pace, not unlike a fast food worker. Even scarier perhaps is the fact that she’s really smiling. This is probably the happiest she’s looked in a while.]



To denounce the evils of not eating the food we love!
To raise our glasses to the stars above!
Your chef! Jessie!
Your barista, Totty!

[Similarly aproned, Todomatsu has taken front of house, and is busy grinding beans and skillfully tossing around bottles and glasses like he's starring in a new Starbucks-financed Cocktail remake. Champagne flutes and Collins glasses line the countertop, ready to be filled with mimosas, bloody marys, Irish coffees, or whatever other daydrinking preferences one has. Hope you brought your fake IDs, kiddos. Totty also looks in surprisingly high spirits, but given everything, it would be rude to serve drinks to others without personally verifying that they were okay.]

Team Rocket, serving you food done right at the speed of light!
So have a bite, but don't start a fight!

[Arbok cries out from where he's eating an omelet nearby, since somebody's gotta be Meowth.]

[tevinteriscoming]

Oh. Is that a Bloody Mairyn? Do you mind?

[He's managed to slip away from his teen guard who are presumably somewhere else in the cafeteria. Eyeing the drinks with interest.

But not neglecting the omelet station either. He'll grab a plate, if only to disguise his real intentions for being here. Flashing a winning smile at both of them.]

If I'd known service could be this delightful, I might have spent more time in past weeks complaining about the food.

[toprotecttheworld]

Don't get too used to it. This is a rare treat!

[Team Rocket usually isn't in the spreading cheer business, but she can't really say no to Totty. Her excuse? It's nice to just be put to work.

But as soon as he grabs a plate, Jessie snatches it back.]

Just hold it. The most important part is the personalized message. What kind of sauce do you want it written in?

[There are a few bottles. She's seriously going to draw on his omelet.]

[todorable]

It's been a long week. Weeks. May as well have at least one decent cafeteria experience.

[he garnishes the drink before pushing it closer to Dorian... snap it up before the kid parents return]

I don't know how fresh the celery is, but the bacon's guaranteed not Todd.

[monsieurchatastrophe]

[what is he more shocked at: the banquet, the sign congratulating his fucking wedding or the motto? it is all equally incredible, honestly. also. listen. Jessie is never going to be a bad guy to him ever now she's doomed herself]

Wow, you guys really went all out! This is incredible.

[todorable]

It's about time we had something to celebrate, isn't it? So? How's it feel?

[toprotecttheworld]

Don't go thinking it was my idea! I was just bored, so I'm doing what Totty wanted.

[She's evil, etc. She's plating him an omellete, but first she draws a Ledyba on it with the sauce of his choice.]

TUESDAY AFTERNOON;

[chiseler]

On Tuesday afternoon, you will find yourself being invited to somewhere just out of Alice's reach...