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. ]

TOP DECK INVESTIGATION

[al2955]

[ Pile in here to investigate the top deck. ]

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.]

TUESDAY AFTERNOON;

[chiseler]

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