WEEK 10

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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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[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.]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, then! Handing her back the plate and raising an eyebrow.]

Chef's choice, of course. I wouldn't dream of interrupting the creative process, though I'll admit I prefer a bit of a kick.

[toprotecttheworld]

[Well, how about some sort of spicy ketchup? Let the saucier just mix that real quick...please assume it's delicious and not overpowering or something.

The image she picks is simple: it's an outline of a glass.]

There! How's that? That captures the mood of the morning for you, doesn't it?

[She's not shaming him, she's celebrating his freedom to drink.]

[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.

[tevinteriscoming]

With that recommendation, how can I possibly refuse?

[He is snapping it up. Thank you, Totty. You're a good man.]

Stealing a drink out from under the responsible supervision; it's enough to make me a bit homesick.

[todorable]

Just goes to show, everything old is new again. Congrats on your furry parents making it legal, by the way.